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Since the marriage between the man in the court and Wen Qiuxing, the two men have been going straight and never shy away.

"Well." Feng Ting answered.

He was still dignified and keen, kneading his face against the obvious tent.

From Wen Qiuxing's point of view, the arc there was exaggerated, and he was careful to make the liver bang violently.

Not to mention, people's things look good, clean and delicious.

Under Wen Qiuxing's command, Feng Ting kneaded a little dough.

With the attitude of having soiled his hands, the man stopped Wen Qiuxing's intention to roll his sleeves and said, "You said."

Wen Qiuxing understood the meaning of the imperial court and said, "Let's rest, let me come."

Since I said that I want to make something for myself, I don't want to do it by just playing rogue.

"I'm with you." Feng Ting's eyes warmed and said.

"You don't have to solve it?" Wen Qiuxing glanced at the other party for what was unspeakable: "Isn't it so uncomfortable to stand so hard?"

The looked man bowed his head in the eyes of the youth, and shook his head blushing: "It doesn't matter."

"Well." Since others said this, Wen Qiuxing wasn't good enough to push him: "Then you will see what I do."

that's it.

The earth youth and the alien handsome guy who are holding it are pure white bread.

You read it right, it's a white bread with one knife, no technical content at all!

However, Mr. Alien gazed at the young man on the earth with the eyes of ‘hello’, and he couldn’t recover for a long time.

Until I was slapped by the youth of the earth: "Let you see the buns, what do you think I did?"

Feng Ting thought, of course, because you look better than white buns.

Half an hour later, the white steamed buns made by Wen Qiuxing were steamed in an unprofessional pot.

It seems that if you want to eat authentic white buns, you have to buy professional kitchenware.

"Have you ever eaten this kind of thing?" Wen Qiuxing was bored and chattered with Feng Ting.

"No." Feng Ting said, he hadn't eaten it or watched it.

"Well." Wen Qiuxing wanted to say, this thing is delicious, but he has no idea. If the finished product he made is different from his milk, wouldn't it be shameful.

Fortunately, after steaming for a predetermined period of time, Wen Qiuxing opened the lid and a scent of steamed buns pours across the face, which seems not much different from the memory.

Wen Qiuxing immediately risked his fingers being burned, and picked up one: "His..." But he was still burnt, and the two hands quickly took turns: "Ouch, it's hot."

Feng Ting quickly took it over, holding it with one hand without feeling, squeezing Wen Qiuxing's finger with one hand, and put it in his mouth to shout.

Inner Mongolian brother froze for a moment, then grabbed a white bun in his hand and put it in his mouth, smashed it, chewed it a few times, and felt that the taste was still there, so he grabbed another piece and stuffed it and still fingered him Handsome than in the mouth.

Mr. Alien, who has never eaten anything like buns in his entire life, eats the food in his mouth with utmost importance and spit out the words: "Sweet."

The steamed buns were originally sweet, Wen Qiu nodded, wasn't it hungry at noon, and it was difficult to eat the long-lost taste, and then took one bite after another in the hand of the court.

But steamed buns are dry food after all, and they taste terribly.

Upon seeing this, the court immediately gave Wen Qiuxing a cup of milk, which went smoothly, and at the same time it was a little puzzled, and the bland buns tasted unremarkable. How could the little partner like it so much?

That is, he did not know that there was a word called nostalgia.

The two handsome men sat and ate a meal of buns, and the young man who saw Wu Sisi remembered his plan when he first passed through-selling hot and spicy.

If at that time it was just to maintain life, then now it is purely to promote the special snacks of the motherland and to enrich the menu of the interstellar people.

Besides, there is an unpredictable situation, if one day he breaks away from the royal family and becomes a single father with a family... Of course, this may be very small.

But in case?

Plan ahead, isn't it? There is no harm in setting up an industry anyway.

Even if his son could not inherit the royal family in the future, there would still be family inheritance.

During the entire noon nap, Wen Qiuxing was thinking about buying a home.

When he woke up in the afternoon, he summed up the matter with the court.

"Doing business?" Feng Ting said: "I have no experience in this area, but what you have to do..." He glanced at his little partner's swollen belly and looked serious: "It may not be suitable now."

Wen Qiuxing: "I knew you would say that."

But seriously, he didn't feel anything except getting up in the morning and occasionally having low blood sugar.

Besides, he held his arms: "I can't I still have you?"

This feeling of being trusted is indeed very good. The court has a beautiful heart, but his mouth is still not loose. He shook his head and said: "In the future, I will concentrate on taking care of you for these months."

"What's the matter?" Wen Qiuxing said, "then close the door and concentrate on giving birth."

In fact, there will be no impact.

"Qiuqiu is obedient." Feng Ting sighed: "What you do is not suitable now."

"Do you look down on people now?" Wen Qiuxing pushed him: "And can you still invite people?"

"..." Feng Ting pursed his lips.

"You're so **** grueling." Wen Qiuxing was impatient.

The atmosphere was stalemate for a while, and it was about two minutes.

Just when the court could not hold on to surrender, the brother of Inner Mongolia suddenly slid off the sofa, his hands straight enough to reach the head of a man who disagreed with him.

When the court was too late to stop it, he was succeeded by the other party and immediately said in a panic: "Stop."

But I heard my voice low and dumb. Feeling, with a hard-to-cover desire to refuse to welcome.

"You are holding a fart?" Wen Qiu waked him up and said with a sneer: "I don't know if you are a small man."

God didn't know how many times they rolled the sheets.

Familiar with each other's body can no longer be familiar.

"You treat him like this too?" Feng Tingjun's face flushed red, but his eyes were uncomfortable. Deep down, he still could not accept that his little partner regarded him and the tyrant as the same person and was intimate with him.

"You obviously don't want to listen, why do you want to find guilt for yourself?" Wen Qiuxing glanced at Feng Ting, lowered his head and continued to be busy, and there was no time to beep with the other party.

In his view, men should not care about these.

But mom, no matter how he performed, the goods he served were like a deflated ball, and he didn't give him any face.

Wen Qiuxing was speechless in his heart. The alien who met himself in the first million complaints was born with an undeniable young girl's heart. Even this little thing had to be taken care of.

"Huh." Wen Qiuxing endured his temper and looked up at Feng Ting: "I haven't done this to him."

Feng Ting opened his mouth slightly.

"Really!" Wen Qiuxing said impatiently.

The person who seemed to be dying, then relaxed and unconsciously stretched his body to the extreme: "Um..." Leaning on the sofa for the rest of his life.

Seeing that those blue eyes were restored to life, the earthlings continued to work.

How to say, brother Inner Mongolia doesn't think it is a shame at all, but feels that a tall and strong man, under his control, is very energetic.

"Autumn." The voice leaked from the lips of Feng Ting.

At this time, Wen Qiuxing really regrets that he is not a voice control, otherwise he should be more than a hundred times more excited than now, after all, this man's voice is really charming.

"Well." Wen Qiuxing mumbled, this syllable is the clearest syllable he has ever been able to pronounce.

At this time, Feng Tinglan's eyes were covered with a layer of mysterious mist, which seemed to be steamy, and he looked forward to passionately; the light-colored thin lips were shiny and charming under his own torment.

Wen Qiuxing felt a scalp tingling at a glance, adding a font size to his face dog's label.

This is such a beautiful man like a Kraken!

Inner Mongolian brother thought, I was willing to have children for him, so that's not for this face.

Thinking of these, I became more active.

The court: "..."

For a few seconds, he was completely unconscious, as if he was in another dimension.

After he recovered, he called the place heaven in his heart.

This disappointed look fell into Wen Qiu's eye-catching, with a sneer: "Beautiful death." Then he stood up on the sofa and wiped the corner of his mouth to the bathroom.

The imperial court, who was left in place, raised his hand and stroked his hair, and found that there was a little sweat on his forehead, and he was lazy and his heart beat like thunder.

"Hey." After five minutes, Wen Qiu woke up and sat next to the court.

"Huh?" Feng Ting's eyes narrowed into a pleasant arc.

"Beauty?" Wen Qiuxing felt his throat dry and drank.

by……

But I found that my throat still had that unspeakable taste.

"Do you want me to help you?" Feng Ting first nodded, then moved closer to the little partner who was drinking water, his eyes full of emotion.

"Ah?" Wen Qiuxing blinked, almost choked on water: "That's not necessary, you promised to help me do a small business."

Feng Ting paused before asking: "What small business do you want to do."

"Selling spicy hot." Wen Qiuxing said: "There are hot pots and so on." As long as he does not need technical content, he wants to do it.

Mr. Alien is naturally confused, but it doesn't matter, he just listens to the command.

In the evening, the siren man who had a meal of meat, put down the mustard at night, and drove a half-night car with his little partner.

After being fully moisturized, the royal court returned after four months, with a solid mood and shining eyes, always giving the earth a kind of illusion of owning a pearl of night.

The gorgeousness and eye-catching beauty of the pearlescent treasures is really a pity to open a spicy hot store with him.

Civilian Life Forum.

As a mature life forum, this upper panel has a clear division of labor and everything.

And ID real name system, a citizen ID number, can only register one account.

Wen Qiuxing, the original owner of this body, was originally a person living in this area, so he can directly contact the landlord of the rental shop by directly logging into the other party's account.

However, Wen Qiuxing logged on and saw several unread messages.

With the attitude of not looking at nothing, the people of the earth click to see if there are any important things, but also beware of them.

The first message comes from a list of friends named ID Marcy: Wen, because you blacked out our contact information, I can only say sorry to you here, we really didn’t do it on that night, and Miller also admitted his mistake. He hopes to apologize to you. Can you give him this chance?

Wen Qiuxing glanced at the message, which was already in September last year, that is, the time before and after the death of the original owner.

The second is still the news of Marcy: Wen, Miller really likes you, you promised to marry him is good for you, and you have gone to bed...

Lying trough?

Seeing this, people on earth suddenly seemed to have eaten flies and went to bed?

He told the court before not to care about such trivial matters, but he felt that everything was dirty.

Anyway, it is uncomfortable!

Well, the guy named Miller is a man at first sight.

Although Wen Qiuxing knew that he shouldn’t mind the previous thing about this body, but as long as the mother thought that this body was passed by other men, he couldn’t accept it!

No, wait.

Wen Qiuxing was full of question marks, if there was such a thing, why didn't he inherit the memory?

Thinking back, at best, I just think that the names of Marcy and Miller are familiar... But it is also very strange. Why did the memory of the original owner be mosaic?

This is not naked. Naked. Naked remind him that something really happened inside?

Wen Qiuxing endured the disgusting feeling and went back to see the information of Marcy. At the end, she felt that Marcey was really good at acting.

With a man's intuition, Wen Qiuxing is sure that this Marcey must like that ghost Miller.

But these are the previous things.

Since the official announcement that he was married to the royal family, everyone who should have known it may already know.

Wen Qiuxing's temper came and went quickly, and he quickly put the matter behind him, and began to look for suitable shops in the renting sector.

The first store, Wen Qiuxing did not plan to rent very wide, as long as enough to set ten tables.

Although he firmly believes that no one can resist the spicy charm, but still be conservative.

Wen Qiuxing selected a shop of about 60 square meters among many rental shops, and contacted the landlord: "Hello, I'm interested in the shop you rented. Are you free to see the house tomorrow?"

Landlord Wu Cheng: "The shop rents 30,000 credit points a month."

Wen Qiuxing looked at his name full of native style: "I can afford it."

The post says that he won't ask if he can't afford it.

Wu Cheng: "What are you renting for?"

Wen Qiuxing: "Cooking."

Wu Cheng: "Do I really want to rent a restaurant, because it is a little dirty, it will make my house messy."

Wen Qiuxing: "You rent this price at this place, who would rent your shop without making meals?"

Wu Cheng: "Thirty-three credit points, if you want me to rent it to you."

Wen Qiu wakes up and rubs the fire in his heart. Isn't this a robbery?

Although he knew that the other party was killing him, this shop was in a good location, and there were several colleges and universities around it.

"Yes." Qian Duo's wayward Inner Mongolian man returned to Wu Cheng: "If it's okay to read it, it will be thirty-three thousand thirty-three."

Wu Cheng thought over there, where is this fat sheep, so easy to slaughter?

So he quickly made an appointment with the fat sheep.

In the early morning of the next day, the husband and wife couple who got up early got up early and went out to see the landlord at the appointed place.

When you get off the bus, you will find the address of the shop. Wen Qiu wakes up and looks at the location. This location is perfect. You can see young and energetic college students walking back and forth on the road in twos and threes.

Some of them are tall, wearing uniforms, and their temperament and posture are obviously slightly different from other students.

Feng Ting followed Wen Qiuxing's eyes, his thin lips pursed: "That's a police school student."

"Oh." The young earthman with sunglasses took his gaze on the little brothers in uniform.

Seriously, the uniformed look of those students is no match for one finger of His Majesty.

But Wen Qiuxing will not beep, because the man waiting beside him does not admit that he is His Majesty.

Wu Cheng arrived very early, and saw two handsome and dazzling young men who got off the suspension car, but he didn't think it would be the one he had to wait for, so he just glanced lightly.

The eyes are even sour.

With a small white face in his heart, he looked away.

As for him, his family has something to do with, and he holds several prime locations in his hands. These make him a very good civilian area, the richest group of people in the civilian area.

Like the shop behind him, no one can afford the money. Wu Chengning prefers to leave it empty and not rent it to others.

"Landlord? Wu Cheng?" The young man with a small white face who was just smeared by Wu Chengtong came to him: "Hello, I am the person who came to see the house."

Wu Cheng was stunned, and then his face was black: "I'm sorry, but now the rent has increased. If you want to rent it, you will get thirty-five thousand."

Wen Qiuxing was stunned, too, thirty-five thousand?

"Aren't you going to grab?"

And how did this landlord fat four ducks?

The price of sitting on the ground twice and again is so straightforward!

"Are you renting or not? Less nonsense if you don't rent." Wu Cheng said, carefully looked at the dress of the two men, and found that the texture was very good, although he could not recognize the brand.

"..." Wen Qiuxing was reluctant to make this shop: "You open the door to show me, I'll rent it if I'm satisfied."

Wu Cheng's eyes were surprised and learned that these are the two who are not bad money, and his heart is even more sour.

"Um..." Wen Qiuxing hummed behind.

He went inside to take off his sunglasses and looked around. He was very satisfied with the environment and the pattern.

It is these few landlords who are so irritating that their teeth tickle.

Wen Qiuxing wasn't able to make a difference of thirty-five thousand, he just couldn't keep up, and wanted to run away in minutes.

Feng Ting saw the entanglement of his little partner: "If you don't like us, look again."

Thirty-five thousand yuan belongs to a very high price, and Wu Cheng is afraid that these two fat sheep will run away. He said, "The price can be negotiated."

Wen Qiuxing: "Thirty-three thousand, you agree to sign the contract now."

Wu Cheng: "..."

Ten minutes later, they signed a lease contract for the unified Empire.

Wen Qiuxing used Will's false identity as a thief, as the citizen's identity card for signing the contract.

The court has no opinion on this. He wants Wen Qiuxing not to be harassed by outsiders more than anyone else.

At noon that day, Morris, the adjutant who was far away in Wangcheng, received a formulaic voice report from Captain Yi Yang: "Morris, Her Majesty the Queen rented a shop and prepared to do a catering business with a friend." Would you like to check on Her Majesty’s friends?"

Morris wanted to say that it was strange that you could find out, and then changed her attention to her mouth: "Go check it."

The result is the same anyway.

"Morris." Brother Paralyzed hesitated for a moment, pondering the words: "I think Her Majesty the Queen is a bit ambiguous with his friends."

"Oh." Morris looked at the sky.jpg

"They live in the same room."

"..." Morris was not surprised.

After a while, Captain Yi Yang's confused voice came: "Among friends...Can I do that kind of thing?"

Morris said quietly: "You saw them kissing?"

Brother of Facial Paralysis yelled, as for the others, he suddenly didn't want to tell Morris.

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