"Little Vegetable Sprout--" Ye Cong reached out to hold the wall, stabilized his body, turned around and stared at the new sperm that had smiled and cramped in his face. She also tried hard to pull several boxes behind him.

There is a problem with the new sprouts, online shopping.

Because it's cheap.

For example, her mobile phone case that Ye Cong disliked was said to be free shipping for 900 yuan.

"Do you believe it or not I will fry you with garlic sprouts tonight?" Ye Cong growled, "I lost it."

"No." Xinya tightly protected the box behind her, pushed Ye Cong open the door and hurriedly opened it, then bent down and kicked all the boxes in, and prevented Ye Cong from throwing the rest to her.

Ye Cong leaned against the door and took a deep breath to ensure that he would not strangle her to death. Seeing her bent down and recommending her boxes by box, she still wanted to kill her.

After the new sprouts pushed all ten heavy boxes into it, they excitedly went out to find scissors and opened them all, "Look, I really didn't buy a bargain this time. This set of bowls and chopsticks is more than 700, and this set of cups is more than 600, which is very expensive."

The new sprouts are in it with some pleasing ingredients, after all, they are all bought by her hard-earned money.

Ye Cong looked down and saw that the style was European and his favorite style, and it matched the decoration of this home very well.

Looking at the sprouts on the ground that seemed to be biting a small tail, she suddenly felt that this was not bad. She bought kitchen utensils for this home.

Home?

Thinking of this word, Ye Cong's mood improved a little, and his lips curled a little invisible.

Xinya kept squatting on the ground with his hands folded and looking at him. Seeing that he had not spoken, he knew that he had agreed. He had lived with him for more than a year, and Xinya still knew his temper.

"Then, if you have extra bowls and chopsticks at home in the future, can you invite the young lady to come to your house for dinner?" Xinya asked carefully.

Ye Cong: "..."

The liver hurts!

He actually thought that this woman was for this family. It turned out that it was because he said that there were no tableware at home, so he did not invite guests.

Xinya looked at the person who was a little happy just now and instantly shook her sleeves and went back to the room. Why did her temper become so fast?

She just wanted to meet the young lady, just a meal. As for it, she was so stingy.

It’s a blessing that she bought these things for more than 1,000 yuan.

Xinbian was so depressed that he transported all the bowls, chopsticks and cups to the kitchen and scalded them with hot water before putting them back into the cabinet. She liked filming, which was a new experience, but she liked the kitchen more because it would give her a sense of belonging.

I opened the refrigerator to find the ingredients for cooking tonight. Before I decided what to cook, my cell phone in my pocket rang. Xinguo hurriedly put down the shrimp he took out and answered the phone, "Sister Cat."

"What about that?" Sister Cat asked directly.

"I'm back home, aren't it okay today?" Xinya asked curiously.

"Oh, nothing is wrong. You just read less news recently. You uninstalled Weibo. Don't reply to anything, and don't care about what others say." Sister Mao said to her.

In the past six months, Xinya has experienced a lot of online violence, so she has always regarded Sister Mao as an imperial edict.

"Okay." Xinyao said, and decided to cook him a beef brisket soup with a cold sauce, which made him so angry.

"Xin Sprout." Sister Mao suddenly spoke, but her voice was not normal.

"What's wrong?"

"Are you still living with the president now?" Xinya herself is an artist she has led, but after get off work, she has to give full power to Ye Cong, and no one can interfere.
Chapter completed!