Putting the little bun in his hand on the tray, Chu Ci gluoglu drank the remaining half of the soup. This was when she raised her eyes and glanced at the little bun she threw aside in disgust.

Lifting his fingertips and poking like this, the corners of his lips twitched slightly.

Feeling the residual tingling sensation that can still be felt in his mouth, and then adhering to the principle that wasting food is not good, Chu Ci stuffed the small little bun into his mouth and swallowed it round.

A pair of eyes were round and looked a little choked, and finally swallowed it with difficulty.

As a foodie, Chu Ci glanced at the special flavors like mustard marked on the counter with some lingering fear...

Chu Ci paused, and suddenly felt that the smile of the female clerk standing at the counter to collect the money was a bit strange.

The corners of Chu Ci's lips twitched, and silently twisted his head.

When I finally came out of the convenience store, Chu Ci still held a bottle of half-drunk juice in his hand.

Facts have proved that we can’t easily try the weird-flavored steamed buns. The disadvantage is that we bought the pepper and hemp flavor, if we bought the mustard flavor...

It feels like a fight with those weird soups that a plane used to drink.

Chu Ci thought so, and stuck out his tongue again.

What the hell.

The time is almost up, and I have eaten enough. Chu Ci is not interested in the feasting and feasting over there, holding the bottle of drink in his hand.

At night, the wind was a bit cold, blowing the leaves rustling, Chu Ci raised his hand and put on the black hat attached to his short-sleeved jacket, and walked toward the place where the original owner lived in the direction he remembered.

When the door opened and the lights were turned on, Chu Ci looked at the house in front of her.

This is a luxurious apartment with three bedrooms and two halls, and only the original owner lives.

It didn't take long to move here just now, and it was deserted, and it seemed that there was not much popularity.

Chu Ci threw more than half of the drink in his hand to the side, looking at the schoolbag and the pile of books that his master left aside.

The pile of books was brought back from the school after the original owner had transferred to another school. None of the books were opened, and they didn't even have a name, because they were piled up there for a month, but they seemed to be a little bit ashamed.

Chu Ci walked over and flipped through it casually. Looking at the contents of the book she hadn't known how many times she had learned, she blinked her eyes and threw the book aside.

Even Congliang needs a process. Now she is a scumbag and can't understand these messes.

He threw the books aside with peace of mind, Chu Ci nestled on the sofa and took out his mobile phone to find out which type of gunfight type game the original owner liked the most.

Blinking his eyes, he started playing happily.

In the morning of the next morning, the morning reading time was over in the third grade of J City Middle School. Yue Ze sat in his seat, looking up from the book in front of him.

The black eyes that were hidden behind the spectacles were faint, with a bit of indifference and alienation, and then turned his head and glanced at an empty spot not far away.

The people who were sitting there have not yet come.

However, for this matter, the students in the key class of the first grade of high school are quite used to it. After all, this person has transferred here for more than a month, and has not seen her come to school several times.

The family is still a matter of power.