To The Lovely You

   "Who... Who ate your vinegar?" Luo Xiaomei was ashamed and angry, and threw the iphoneX in her hand towards him.

   Ke Jingheng dexterously jumped to the side, and the poor iphone X fell to the ground with such a clunk—he died before he got his start.

  Luo Xiaomei crouched down nervously and picked it up, and found that a groove had been punched out in the upper right corner, and she couldn't breathe: "What should I do, Feifei must kill me!"

   Ke Jingheng came over and knocked the iphoneX on the ground nonchalantly a few times: "Look, won't it be restored now? If you don't tell me, I won't tell you, no one will know!"

  Luo Xiaoberry looked at the few inconspicuous scratches in the upper right corner, and silently put it back into the exquisite small box. Yes, Lan Feifei must never know...

   But, the quality of this iphoneX is too bad, is it snot? It's not good to worship foreigners...

   After running around for a day, I bought everything, and only the last box of baby milk powder was left-because, this is the last thing Luo Xiaomei wants to buy.

When    pushed the shopping cart into the supermarket, Luo Xiaomei covered her face with her long hair and walked furtively towards the milk powder area.

   Halfway through, she thought about it and thought it was wrong, why did she go instead of Ke Jingheng? So, she stopped and pushed Ke Jingheng: "Hey, go!"

   Such a shameful thing, let a man do it!

   "Cough cough..." Ke Jingheng coughed a few times and put on the hat behind his jacket. Is it really appropriate to ask such a young man to buy baby milk powder?

   "Go!" Luo Xiaomei looked at his sneaky look with satisfaction, and pushed him from behind again.

   Ke Jingheng had to bite the bullet and go to the baby area and hurriedly dropped six cans of milk powder in the shopping cart, and went to checkout with Luo Xiaomei. Luo Xiaomei deliberately kept a distance from him, with the words "I don't know him" written on her face.

   Sure enough, when it was Ke Jingheng's turn to check out, something happened. The salesperson was an obese middle-aged man. He squinted at him and said with some contempt, "This customer, didn't you see the purchase limit sign written on the shelf? You can only buy four cans of milk powder at a time."

   Ke Jingheng pressed his fist to his mouth uncomfortably, and coughed lightly: "I'm sorry, I didn't see it, then I'll get four cans."

   But the man's attitude was still very unfriendly: "How old are you? Are you really buying it for your own child? Or is there another use?"

   This sentence stumped Ke Jingheng. But after only a few seconds, he immediately pulled Luo Xiaomei behind him, and said confidently to the salesperson: "I'm sorry, we Orientals are relatively young. This is my wife, she has already We're four months pregnant, and we want to stock up on milk powder for emergencies, can't we?"

  The salesperson didn't say a word, and his exploratory eyes circled around Luo Xiaomei's flat belly: "Are you really four months pregnant?"

  Luo Xiaomei had to bite the bullet and nodded, and by the way straightened her stomach: "Yeah! Can't you?"

   When she said this, she had silently strangled Ke Jingheng a hundred times and Li Mengshan two hundred times!