Chapter 970 Leave

The thin blanket was not used to cover, so it was not wide. It was like a shawl when Ji Weiwei draped it over her body, only covering her shoulders and back.

Anyang smiled, got up and half lay on the bed, leaning on the soft backrest behind him, revealing half of his strong chest.

With a wave of his hand, the curtains were pulled open with a bang.

The morning light suddenly filled the room, a golden-red sun hung above the edge of the city, and thousands of rays of light shot through the distant space are trying to dispel the morning fog in winter. .

Anyang narrowed his eyes slightly.

Another good weather today!

The city has woken up. Young men and women in sportswear are running along the Fucheng River. Most of the girls are in great shape. Some elderly people are exercising on public fitness equipment. Walking slowly by the river, it seems that the pace of life is very pleasant.

However, some congested vehicles on the bridge are still reminding people that this is a modern metropolis. A whistle pierced through the morning fog and spread far away, reaching Anyang's ears through the window.

Anyang took a deep breath, the faint smell of Ji Weiwei came from the quilt, and it smelled very soft.

After looking at the room for a while, he also got up.

Lifting the quilt, the bloodstain, which was slightly smaller than the fingernail, was actually very eye-catching on the clean light blue bed sheet with a small star pattern. traces below.

Ji Weiwei belongs to the kind of girl who first gritted her teeth and cried out for pain, but the pain soon subsided, and she bleeds very little.

This also gave Anyang a lot of peace of mind.

Putting on his clothes and going out, there was the sound of rushing water in the bathroom. Through the frosted glass, a blurry and graceful figure could be seen, but Anyang didn't look at it much.

I opened the refrigerator and glanced at it, and there were still some ingredients. It doesn't matter if you don't, there are still a lot of things in the portable space.

Anyang was going to make her breakfast by himself.

Well, after Ji Weiwei fell asleep last night, he hadn't slept yet. Just when he was deducing the Sellik formula, he received a message from Comrade Xiaoqian.

Comrade Xiaoqian specially reminded him that the girl will definitely be a little subtle after the first time, even if Ji Weiwei has deep feelings for him, let him get up in the morning and treat Ji Weiwei better, don't let her feel left out or not enough. Pay attention to.

Anyang has no words to describe his wife's attentiveness, but obviously he will do the same.

Soon, Ji Weiwei got out of the shower, changed into clean clothes and walked out, wiping her hair with a pink dry towel and sniffing her nose. A few things early.

She opened her mouth slightly, a little dumbfounded.

"I went to..."

At this moment, Ji Weiwei stepped on a pair of sandals and slippers, hurried over with small steps, and glanced at the kitchen.

Anyang didn't need to turn around to know what she was doing, and suddenly turned around in a funny way: "What are you looking at?"

"Wow wow! You can still cook!" Ji Weiwei stared at him incredulously, "If I hadn't seen you working in the kitchen, I would have thought that all the food at that table was made by you!"

"Change? I'm not that talented yet!"

"Huh? Aren't you a great god?" Ji Weiwei stared at him blankly, while she couldn't help glancing at the pot.

"Come on, the conversion of mass to energy is very troublesome, isn't it? Conversely, it is more troublesome to convert energy into matter! A little common sense of physics, okay..." Anyang said contemptuously, and placed the tenderly fried tenderloin on the plate. , and the plate has long been spread out with a few sheets of paper-thin dough.

"Guru." Ji Weiwei swallowed.

"Aren't you and Sister Xiaoqian when Sister Xiaoqian cooks for you? I remember you didn't know how to cook before. When did you master this skill?"

"You just learned, genius, you can learn it as soon as you learn it!" Anyang handed the plate to Ji Weiwei, "Put it on the table!"

Ji Weiwei cooperated with her fingers and stuffed a tender but not greasy tenderloin into her mouth. The spice flavor, mainly vine pepper, penetrated into the meat, and the rest had only a little salt flavor, but she instantly narrowed her eyes.

"Yeah! It's delicious..."

"...Hurry up and bring it to the table!" Anyang said speechlessly.

Ji Weiwei took another piece and put it in her mouth, then ignored him, turned around and left: "This goddess has changed her slippers!"

Anyang: "..."

He threw the plate reluctantly, and suddenly there was a transparent sliding belt in the air, holding the plate of tenderloin pancakes and sliding forward steadily until it gently landed on the table, next to the other plates of breakfast.

Ji Weiwei, who hasn't gone far, is amazed for a while!

She said, "If your Anshi Group goes bankrupt in the future and you can't afford to eat, you go to the street to perform tricks, you will definitely make a lot of money, and maybe you can become the world's top magician!"

"If I can't afford to eat in the future, I will attack the United States, and I will destroy the United States alone, do you believe it?"

"Blow it up!"

"Hurry up and change your shoes!"

"..." Ji Weiwei rolled her eyes at him, walked back to the room, replaced the sandals and slippers with wool slippers, and washed her hands again, just as Anyang's breakfast was ready.

She opened the chair and sat down impatiently, glanced at the table, and swallowed again.

The food on the table is plentiful.

In addition to the pancakes filled with thin slices of golden tenderloin, there was also a basket of crystal clear shrimp soup dumplings, a plate of fried dumplings, and a chicken porridge with mushrooms. The aroma filled the room, making Ji Weiwei salivate.

"Wow wow wow, how did you make it? These things can't be made in such a short time, right?"

"Ordinary people can't figure it out, I can..."

"Look at you!" Ji Weiwei rolled her eyes at him, picked up a fried dumpling and put it in her mouth, her lips and teeth were fragrant, "I'll go, you can make such ordinary fried dumplings so delicious, Did you invite the God of Cookery?"

"Yeah." Anyang said casually.

"Woo woo woo, Lord God of Cookery will spoil my taste!"

"You think too much, the God of Cookery is high, do you think he is the exclusive cook of your family? Besides, how can a lazy person like me go to the kitchen every day!" Anyang said.

"Then why did you suddenly remember today?"

Anyang hesitated for a while, but still took out his mobile phone and showed Ji Weiwei the text message Comrade Xiaoqian sent him: "Well, don't think about it, even if you don't have this, I will do it for you!"

Ji Weiwei ignored him. After reading the text message, she immediately smacked her lips: "If you can find a girl like Sister Xiaoqian as your girlfriend, you must have saved the world in your last life!"

Anyang: "..."

After eating breakfast soon, Ji Weiwei's stomach was bulging and she didn't want to move, but she took the initiative to wash the dishes.

Anyang was about to see her wash the dishes, but suddenly heard a cold voice, and the smile suddenly solidified on his face.

The chosen person will enter the mission world in twenty-four hours, so please be prepared.

Anyang twitched the corners of his mouth, his eyes slightly condensed.

"Um?"

"It's a good time to..."

He sat back in the chair, and when Ji Weiwei came out after washing the dishes and wiping her hands, he said helplessly: "Weiwei, I just received a notice that I have to leave in 24 hours."

"Ah? Where are you going?" Ji Weiwei was stunned for a moment, then quickly responded, "Oh, twenty-four hours later?"

"Well..." Anyang's face was a little ugly.

"It's so accurate?" Ji Weiwei was stunned, her face full of curiosity, "There is also a notification, what is it used to notify you, call or text? QQ or WeChat? Email? Or the kind of dialog box in the novel that pops up. ?"

"...Did you put the point wrong?"

"Oh." Ji Weiwei nodded and waved her hand again, "Okay, okay, let's go, let's go, let's go, I'm fine, I'm not so delicate, and I'm not so stingy, I've already passed that age. !"

"Speak like you're old..."

"Huh? What did you just say to me?"

"Cough, say you are young and beautiful, and you have a good figure, hehe...!" Anyang laughed wickedly.

"You're going to die!" Ji Weiwei blushed again, raised her fist and punched him in the chest, but the force was soft, and the white and delicate fist was soft.

In the afternoon, Anyang left her house.

When he just returned to the small villa, he was surprised to find that Huang Lan was learning embroidery from Xiaoqian in the living room! Although... that clumsy appearance is really funny.

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