Luo Luo blinked, took the bowl and sent the food to her mouth, returning to its original appearance.

After dinner, mingling took Su Nuan and the children to the Civil Affairs Bureau to solve the problem of hukou.

Then he went home.

Su wennuan is cooking in the kitchen. Mingling is in the living room with the children. The children are playing. Mingling is calling himself. I don't know who to call.

When Su wennuan sat down and brought out the food, mingling had finished calling. He sat reading a magazine while the children played by themselves.

"Dinner..." Su wennuan said gently with a smile on her face.

Ming Ling got up and took a child to the table. Su wennuan went to take another child. The family of four ate the food cooked by Su wennuan in this small house. The two children were very wordy. In a moment, you said something that adults didn't understand.

The meal was satisfying and warm.

On the plane the next morning, at night, Su wennuan coaxed the children to sleep. She returned to her room. Mingling was lying on her bed playing with her mobile phone.

Su wennuan walked over and sat on the bed. He looked close to him, but he saw that he was reading the news on his mobile phone, or financial news.

Su wennuan tilted his lips and said, "Ming Ling, do you usually only watch news?" it's boring to only watch things related to data.

"No," Ming Ling answered casually.

Su wennuan asked, "what else do you watch?" does he also watch TV dramas and funny jokes?

"Text message." Ming Ling replied.

Su wennuan: "..." was directly defeated by him.

Why do you watch such boring things on your mobile phone.

Su wennuan went to bed, pulled a quilt to cover herself, half of her body fell on him, and approached him to look at his mobile phone. She felt dizzy when she saw those boring numbers on his mobile phone screen. "Don't you usually watch some entertainment programs?"

"What program?" Ming Ling said while brushing his mobile phone.

"Just like some variety shows, some funny programs and TV dramas, you can also watch them to pass the time. It's very comfortable." Su wennuan said. Usually she likes watching those programs and will make herself laugh.

Ming Ling glanced at her. "Those stars are boring money making activities. There's nothing to look at." he said very boring.

Su warmed up and suddenly wanted to understand.

Yes, it's easy for people like Ming Ling who are taller and more famous than stars to see any star.

And he is very familiar with the life and rules of those stars, and he knows the inside story of those programs very thoroughly.

In his eyes, those programs are used to entertain the people. They are just activities deliberately made by stars in order to make money. What he sees is not entertainment, but copper smell.

Su wennuan was speechless by his words, but she still felt that it was really boring for him to read the financial news of these rows of data all day.

Work should not be the only thing in life.

She took his cell phone.

Ming Ling looked back at her.

Su wennuan found the software market with his mobile phone. "I'll download a mobile phone button for you, and then download a microblog." Su wennuan said naturally.

Ming Ling sat up with no emotion in her deep eyes. She just looked at her lightly and played with his mobile phone.

After su wennuan downloaded and installed it, she turned her head and handed him her mobile phone, "well, log in your buckle and microblog..."

Ming Ling looked at her and saw her sparkling eyes looking forward to looking at him. He had to say a word to disappoint her, "none."

"Ah?" Su wennuan was surprised. "Nothing? No QQ and microblog?" Su wennuan asked again.

"Well," Ming Ling replied naturally.

"Er..." Su wennuan is a little confused. As a modern man, he doesn't have QQ to drink microblog.

"What do you usually use to communicate with your subordinates?" Su wennuan asked in surprise, still feeling incredible.

"MSN." Ming Ling said these letters.

Su wennuan understood, "well, in fact, MSN is behind now. Let me help you register a QQ number."

With that, Su wennuan took his cell phone back and beat the drum according to his cell phone.

Ming Ling was not interested in those, but only in her. He sat up straight and stretched out his hand to hold her in his arms, letting his strong chest feel her soft back.

"How many passwords do you want to set?" Su wennuan asked while registering. "Oh, don't interrupt..." she was registering for him, but his head was buried in the back of her neck and rubbing her skin. She shrunk her neck ticklishly.

The slightly cold thin lips of Ming Ling kissed her skin and said in a slightly hoarse voice, "whatever..."

"There's no random password. There's no random password. Oh, don't do this. Hurry, set the password..." Su wennuan was tickled by him. She shrunk her neck to avoid him and handed him the mobile phone.

Mingling didn't reach out to pick it up, but kept rubbing her skin. His face was slightly stubble, which made Su wennuan's neck tingle and itch.

"Help me get it..." Ming Ling's voice became more and more hoarse, and her lips lingered on her.

Her skin was so soft that he couldn't put it down.

Su wennuan had no choice but to take back her mobile phone. She set her own password and pressed it a few times. While playing with his mobile phone, she said, "I set the password of your QQ number the same as that of microblog. It's my birthday. Remember it."

As he spoke, he helped him beat drums and let Ming Ling do whatever he wanted on her. His big palm also stretched out in front of her. She only played with her mobile phone and had no mind to care about him.

After registering, she logged in his mobile QQ and microblog. First, she found her microblog on the microblog, and then click to pay attention.

Then, he returned to his mobile phone QQ and added his QQ number.

After that, she brought her mobile phone and was ready to agree to add him as a friend.

"Oh......" she just clicked on the page of adding friends on her mobile phone. Before she agreed, mingling had pressed her and poured her on the bed. Su wennuan was surprised and caught off guard.

Ming Ling grabbed the mobile phone in her hand and threw it aside, "don't play."

"Hey, my mobile phone..." Su wennuan wants to finish the last step and reaches out to grab it. Mingling bypasses her hand, puts her mobile phone on the tea table, presses her, reaches out and then catches the button of her clothes.

Su wennuan didn't move, but pouted. "Why are you in such a hurry..." she hasn't added friends yet