"Just lie down and don't move. I'll just pick up the courier!" He looked at the lazy woman on the bed with doting eyes.
Knowing that she liked fried chicken, he spent three months personally going to the fried chicken restaurant on Cross Street with the best reputation to learn from her skills. From then on, she had her favorite fried chicken and two milk teas every meal.
One hundred catties... Two hundred catties... Two hundred and fifty catties...
The weight is increasing day by day, but the love has not changed at all.
However, three years later, they still broke up.
She would never forget the day he left the villa with his suitcase. His turn around was so decisive, but she did not hold him back. She just dragged heavy steps to the bathroom, locked the door, turned on the faucet and immersed herself in the bottom of the bathtub.
On the train, the man pressed the call button and began to complain to the other end of the phone: "It's weird. How come I'm so fat from eating and still not dead? Is that du yao or chemical fertilizer? I didn't get the villa. Not only did I waste my youth, but I also spent 200,000 yuan on chicken drumsticks and milk tea. I'm so unlucky!"
The bathroom door opened, and a girl with a hot figure walked out without any clothes on. There were still water drops on her body that had not been wiped off. As she moved, she dragged water stains all over the floor. She picked up the milk tea on the table and took a sip, her eyes narrowed slightly, and she muttered in distress: "It's really troublesome to have to order takeout when there is no one to cook..."