MTL - There’s Something Wrong with this Development!-Chapter 11

　　 Shen Shuyao raised his eyebrows.

　　 "...made it by myself."

　　 Wei Ziqian was so scared that he hurried to remedy it.

　　 Shen Shuyao opened his eyes slightly in surprise, and looked suspiciously at Wei Ziqian with a pleased look, "How do you know I can cook?"

　　 "...Because you have a face that looks good at cooking."

This reason is so far-fetched that Wei Ziqian wants to spit on himself. In his previous life, he took Shen Shuyao to cook for him as a matter of course. Not only did he not know how to cherish, but he also asked the other party not to do it for anyone other than himself until he lost it. regret but too late. But in this life, he still doesn't know what Shen Shuyao thinks of him. The other party now has a domineering underworld prince standing there, so Wei Ziqian is silently ready to be rejected.

"it is good."

　　 Sure enough.....Oh God horse! Wei Ziqian was stunned by happiness in an instant.

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chapter eight

Shen Shuyao calmly cleaned up the documents on the desk, and took Wei Ziqian with a silly face to the garage. After coldly rejecting the bodyguard and the driver who wanted to follow, he stuffed the man into the second seat. , And even buckled up his seat belt in a good mood.

　　 Looking at Shen Shuyao's thoughtful and gentle actions, Wei Ziqian couldn't help feeling tender, as if he saw the dawn of HE right before his eyes.

　　 On the road, Shen Shuyao turned on the music and let the quiet and low melody flow gently in the car. For a while, the two fell into a peaceful and peaceful atmosphere.

　　 But Wei Ziqian is so excited as a dog licking a lemon and a pig gnawing on a truffle! The supernormal adrenal hormones plus a second product created a devastating atmosphere.

　　 "Hey hey hey the weather today is really good!"

　　 "En." Shen Shuyao didn't change his face and didn't squint.

　　 "The greening of the city is getting better and better!"

　　 "...En." So what?

　　 "Beauty, give me a smile~!"

　　 "..." Shen Shuyao squeezed the steering wheel tightly.

Wei Ziqian continued to challenge Shen Shuyao’s tolerance limit without taking the following words. However, Shen Shuyao's strength was too high and he simply ignored Wei Ziqian, who was in the wrong brain circuit beside him, and Wei Ziqian saw that Shen Shuyao had emptied himself alive. Finally obediently shut up and paused for a while.

　　 After a while, he seemed to remember what was so bad about cakes, Wei Ziqian twitched the corner of his mouth, and once again let out a meaningful smile.

　　 "Hehehehehehe..."

The blue veins on Shen Shuyao’s white forehead were violent, and he wished to directly choke the bad guy next to him, so taking advantage of the red light, he swallowed the mountains, rivers, ash, and flew with an aura of annihilation of the king’s dominance. The back of his neck blocked his mouth and took a bite on the soft lower lip, leaving a neat row of teeth marks.

　　 "Shut up." Shen Shuyao threatened with a sullen face, "Otherwise I don't mind doing you right now."

　　 please... please don't cause traffic jams!

　　 Wei Ziqian withered.

For fear of being shaken by someone playing in a car with a chrysanthemum, Wei Ziqian remained silent and introverted nervously. He watched Shen Shuyao follow a familiar route to a familiar community and then parked the car into a familiar building. It's in a house like my own! ──Isn't it his little villa of the local tyrant who was copied!

　　 followed Shen Shuyao into a familiar house with a dazed expression. Wei Ziqian was a little surprised to find that the furnishings and layout in the room had not changed at all, except for the addition of some small items and furniture full of Shen Shuyao's style. After returning to the familiar environment, Wei Ziqian couldn't help but relax a little, taking off his shoes and socks carelessly, without taking slippers, and walking barefoot on the cool wooden floor, sighing comfortably.

Shen Shuyao behind him saw the other's actions and his expression became mild. He knew that this was Wei Ziqian's habit. He didn't like to wear shoes and socks at home in spring, summer, autumn and winter. In winter, he would spread a thick layer on the floor. When the carpet is turned on and the floor heating is turned on, the hapless man can be locked firmly in the warm spring home.

Putting on the indoor slippers, Shen Shuyao commanded to Wei Ziqian: "Since this was your place, I won't lead the way. You go upstairs and take a shower. There are pajamas in the closet. Remember to blow dry your hair before coming down. Just throw the dirty clothes in the laundry basket. I'll cook."

Wei Ziqian, who was so touched by his little white rabbit’s Huizhi Lanxin, happily answered, went straight to the second floor and walked into his original room, with a clear breath of life in it, the oak desk resting on the bed. On the top, there are scattered documents. Except for some extra scattered objects, even the computer furniture and even the quilt on the bed in the entire room are still original! A trace of joy flashed across Wei Ziqian's deep eyes.

　　 walked to the closet and took a set of light blue home clothes casually. Wei Ziqian suddenly realized that this was something his family might have worn close by. Thinking about it, there was still a little excitement in his heart. I opened the drawer below, and found that there were neatly packed rows of all-in-one Ting! Pants! ── Various styles, different materials, and multiple colors for you to choose. The only thing they have in common is that there is only a pitiful small rope swaying in the wind in the back part that should have hugged the buttocks.

　　 Forgive him for not knowing that his family is a dumb show until now. But rummaged through the closet and found no other underwear, so I picked a small thong with sparse fabric and walked into the bathroom.