Chapter 1372： A play with the company

Chapter 1372, a play with the company

The cloud painting was silent.

She asked Zhou Sheng Beiqian Song Kezhen, but she did not say that she saw the things of Bo Siqing and Song Kezhen in the emperor.

At this moment, she really didn't know how to answer it.

"I shouldn't be late."

Just as the cloud painting was silent, a familiar voice sounded, with a smile, with an urgency, with a bit of exhaustion and hoarseness.

"Bei Qian is licking his face, let's rest, I will wash my hands, I will come."

Someone's face is exhausted, but his eyes are bright.

In the cloud painting, a dumpling was still held in his hand, and he looked at him with gaze.

He just appeared.

Zhou Shengbei Qian smiled and let go: "Tell the second brother, the second brother is coming. Painting, no wonder when you ask, you don't say anything, it is here waiting for us, OK, this surprise is really big enough."

Kong Muqing also laughed: "It’s so good. Just now, Zhou Sheng still said that you will most lick the dough. Hey, I don’t think it’s too real to give us a face. Oh, I’m curious, you How can you dump dumplings?"

Bosi Qing went to the kitchen to say hello to Ji Changqing, and washed his hands. Hearing Kong Muqing asked, he smiled: "In the army, the tradition of New Year’s Eve collective dumplings is still there, how to say it, this is not what it is. It’s hard to do it a few more times.”

Said, he has come over, took the rolling pin from the hands of Zhou Sheng Bei Qian, and began to skillfully rub the dough.

Cloud painting silently put the dumplings that are already smashing in the hand.

Bosi Qing took advantage of Kong Muqing and Zhou Shengbei Qian to look elsewhere, and quickly bowed his head and kissed him on the forehead of the cloud painting.

The cloud painting is still silent, looking at him with his lips.

"How long have you not seen, don't you know?" Bo Siqing greeted her gaze, and did not evade, "I will clean up later, give you a good look."

Cloud painting does not say a word.

Kong Muqing felt that it was not quite right. She couldn't help but look at Zhou Shengbei Qian. Zhou Sheng Bei Qian gently shook his head. The two people exchanged their eyes and could see that the mood of cloud painting was not right.

Because the dumplings on New Year’s Eve and the morning of the morning are all wrapped up, the amount is slightly larger.

Ji Changqing packed the dishes over there, and they only finished the package here.

"I am going to help aunt, if you want to take a bath and change clothes?" Kong Muqing said, "Draw a picture, go back to the room and rest, after an hour, open the meal!"

The cloud painting was still frowning, and Bo Siqing suddenly bent over and hugged her.

The cloud painting was unprepared and shocked. He quickly reached out and hooked the neck of Bo Siqing.

He looked down at her, with a little distress and helplessness in his eyes.

The cloud painted her lips and did not push him away, letting him hold her upstairs.

"The flour on your hand has gotten on me." When I went upstairs, the cloud painting couldn't help but say.

Bosi Qingyi squatted, then he lowered his head and buried his head in her neck and smiled: "Hey, you are thinking about this?"

"Otherwise?" Cloud painting looked at him.

Bosi Qing coughed, "I thought, you have to ask something."

"Oh, what should I ask?" Cloud painting looked at him.

Bo Siqing sighed helplessly. "It was my fault. I saw you that day."

"Which day?" asked the cloud painting.

"Cough, that is, the day you met my mom." Bosi Qing whispered, "In the restaurant, the window, you are behind the green plant. I would not have appeared in that position..."

(End of this chapter)