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"Zhu Zhu works so hard?" The graduate student hugged me from behind with a very gentle voice, which shocked me.
"Let go of me, men and women can't accept each other!" I hurriedly opened his hand, I admitted that I was too serious, I didn't even know he walked into the house.
A hurt expression flashed across his face, and he looked at me innocently, "Well, is it okay to go to study today?"
"It's okay." My eyes were fixed on the book again, thinking that he would hurry up and cook, and don't disturb Miss Ben here.
"Well, I'm going to cook."
"Oh." I replied without raising my head, for the sake of that super handsome guy, not to mention learning English well, I am willing to go up the mountain of swords and down the sea of ??fire.
"I really went." The guy asked annoyingly again.
"Go, go." Without looking up, I waved to him, I'd better get out of here quickly, I still have to study how to pronounce this phonetic symbol to be able to pronounce it accurately.
"E, e" After sending it many times, it became more and more ugly, and I wanted to cry. What is going on? Why can others make such a nice and clear sound, but I make this ugly and strange sound? This world is too unfair, and all the unfair things have happened to me.
"Shit!" I couldn't help but get angry and threw the textbook aside, and yelled out!
"What's wrong? Zhuzhu?" The graduate student quickly ran out of the kitchen, "Why are you swearing?"
"It's strange, can't I be angry? Did I swear?" I stared at him angrily.
"Shit is what foreigners often use to curse people."
"What? You mean I just spoke a foreign language?" I was so excited that I couldn't believe it was true. Could it be that I used to speak English? Excited, it's great, if only I could do the same thing as that handsome guy said.
He patted my head and said softly, "You used to speak some English."
"Really?" This this really surprised me, I hugged him excitedly, stood on tiptoe and kissed his cheek, then jumped up again, "I'm so happy!"
After dinner, he began to teach me how to pronounce the phonetic symbols. It was so strange that I could easily accept the method he taught. I mastered the pronunciation of several phonetic symbols in three or two strokes. He kept praising my pronunciation very well. It sounds so good, I was so happy that I flew straight to the sky. It seems that I am not far from the dream of a super handsome guy!
Today is the first day to go to class. There are no classes scheduled for the afternoon, and the postgraduate students did not go to work. They stayed at home all afternoon and taught me phonetic symbols. Drinking water, the graduate student is teaching me while watching my pronunciation mouth shape, sometimes he will be in a daze when he looks at it, and I will scold him severely before he recovers.
Tired from practicing, I fell down on the sofa and stretched myself. The graduate student brought his face closer and quickly kissed me on the cheek, "Zhuzhu, you have changed."
Huh, this guy kissed me that night, and I haven't settled the score with him yet, but now he kisses me again! I slapped him angrily, "Don't take advantage of me in the future!"
He looked at me in disbelief, with a hurt expression on his face, and said in a low voice, "I thought I thought, you didn't reject me anymore." After finishing speaking, he quickly turned around and walked into the room, closing the door.
It seems that he is angry this time, which is strange, isn't he always in a good temper? Besides, I slapped that slap very lightly, so it shouldn't hurt much, what a cheapskate, a full-fledged cheapskate!
Ignore him, he will come out by himself later, and continue to practice my phonetic symbols for my handsome guy.
Hey, handsome guy, I have suffered so much for you, you must be moved to tears!
I don¡¯t know how long I¡¯ve been practicing, but seeing the sky getting darker and darker, that guy still hasn¡¯t come out to cook. Doesn¡¯t that clearly make me hungry? Although I have no right to ask him to come out to cook, I am really hungry. I am so hungry that I see that big s like a twisted roll of bread, and I want to take a bite of it.
I reluctantly walked to the door of the room, tried to knock on the door several times but stopped. This room was furnished by him not long ago, next to my room. Hey, this person is really angry with my child, please, can you be more mature? Knowing that I like to throw a child's temper, my stomach kept singing "Gulu, Gulu", I finally pulled down my face and knocked on the door lightly. There was no way. Compared with my face and my stomach, my stomach It's still more important, I said pitifully, "Well, graduate student, can you come out and cook, I'm hungry."
There is no reaction at all inside, woo, it seems that the guy is really angry, what should I do? He must want me to please him, so I won't do it, if I don't come out, I won't come outCome on, I'll cook something myself.
I walked into the kitchen angrily with heavy steps, I looked at those pots and pans as if they were laughing at me, nnd, look at how my pigs can conquer you!
I found the noodles and cleaned the cooking pot. There was a crackling sound during the washing process, and I knocked the spatula hard a few times. Hmph, let's see if you dare to laugh at me next time!
I turned on the gas stove and heard the sound of the fire burning the pot. The more I heard it, the more frightened I became. I stared at the pot nervously, holding the oil in my hand and waiting for the pot to dry up before pouring it down.
It seems that the scene of burning a pot in a certain clip flashed through my mind, causing my heart to rise to my throat, for fear that the pot would burn!
No, don't be afraid, I believe that I must be a master of cooking and cooking before I lost my memory! My piggy must conquer this pot tonight, including everything in this kitchen!
Seeing that the pot burned dry, I poured the oil
As soon as a little was poured, the bottle of oil was snatched by someone. Looking up, he saw the guy with red and swollen eyes pouring the oil into the pot without a sound.
Is he going to do this? So red and swollen eyes, could it be crying?
In my heart, I felt sorry for him, didn't he just kiss you? Do you have to slap someone? "That, Ijust now" I stammered, not knowing what to say later.
The graduate student ignored me, beat an egg in a bowl and stirred it with chopsticks, without even looking at me, as if he regarded me as a stranger.
I stood there dumbstruck, and for the first time felt the distance between me and him was so long, I could only watch blankly as he put the egg into the pot to cook, and he added a lot of seasonings, after a while, The fragrance came out, and the fragrance swept away the haze in my heart. My saliva drools three thousand feet when I smell the fragrance!
"Going out to eat noodles." He said coldly, his voice was so cold and ruthless, without any warmth, and he was completely different from his usual gentleness.
He used to have a temper, so he was so strange. My heart hurt a little, and I followed him out of the kitchen sullenly.
Each of us only cared about eating our own noodles without saying a word. The three-bedroom home became quiet and deserted. For the first time, we felt that the noodles he cooked had no taste at all.
After eating, he packed up the dishes and went into the kitchen to wash the dishes. I obediently wiped the table with a rag, thinking about what to say to him later.
Who knew that after washing the dishes, he went into the room again and closed the door.
Khan, it seems that he has held his breath for a long time, otherwise how could it be like this?
Forget it, ignore him, the big deal is to watch my soap opera, laugh or cry with the people on TV. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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