When I Woke Up, I Became an A GL MTL

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On the first day of the holiday, thinking about going grocery shopping, Song Yuran got up early.

While washing in the bathroom, she stared at her bleary-eyed self in the mirror.

Suddenly realized... I seemed to get up early on weekends for two consecutive weeks, and I blamed my immediate boss for the reason.

She paused, and continued brushing her teeth after a while.

never mind.

Anyway, staying at home alone is boring.

She knew Huo Qingzhi's taste very well, and naturally it didn't take much trouble to buy vegetables. She originally planned to buy the ingredients before going there, but just as she was about to go out, Mr. Huo called.

"Crooked." Song Yuran bent over to change his shoes, and said, "I'm going out now to buy groceries, and I'll be there before 11 o'clock." "

I'll buy with you."

Song Yuran paused for a moment without thinking too much. Answer quickly.

There was less traffic in the morning on the rest day, and it took five minutes faster than expected to arrive downstairs at Huo Qing's house. After she sent a message, she rested her chin and looked out the window in boredom.

The surrounding area is very quiet, with the occasional wind blowing and the rustling of the leaves, maybe it rained last night, the air is full of the scent of green grass, and the ground is so dry that only shallow puddles of water remain.

Song Yuran raised his head and glanced at the sky, but he couldn't see the sun, and it wasn't clear if there were too many dark clouds.

This kind of weather is suitable for going out and playing.

She glanced at the time, it was just after ten o'clock.

Regular footsteps sounded in the quiet air, high-heeled shoes stepping on the tiles, from blurred to clear, from far to near, again and again.

Song Yuran turned her head, and she saw Huo Qingzhi coming out of the unit door.

Originally, he just glanced at it casually, but when he saw it clearly, his pupils shrank suddenly.

Today's Mr. Huo, the skirt has obviously been carefully selected. The smoky blue mesh skirt looks very summery. His hair is casually scattered on his shoulders, and a few strands fall on his chest.

She is very aware of Huo Qingzhi's good clothes, and she usually pays attention to her image, but the makeup is basically a very ordinary light makeup, and naturally she doesn't feel too special after looking at it for a long time.

But today's makeup was obviously thoughtful. The warm-colored makeup made her unattainable aura a little less, and she smiled at her knowingly the moment she met her gaze.

It was obviously just a very ordinary morning, with no wind and no sunshine, but at this moment, she actually saw a faint light radiating from Huo Qingzhi's body.

He must have been hallucinating...

Song Yuran came back to his senses, and greeted her as usual: "Mr. Huo, morning."

"Morning."

Huo Qingzhi didn't go around to the co-pilot, and went straight to stand in front of the driver's car door.

The distance was shortened, allowing Song Yuran to see the other person's face more clearly. The pearly eyeshadow looked sparkly, and the two red lips were very glossy, and there was a faint smell of a certain brand of lip gloss.

"Uh." Song Yu stammered, "What's the matter?"

Huo Qingzhi bent over slightly, put one hand on the window sill, stared at her for a few seconds, then suddenly reached out and wiped her lower lip with a curled index finger. one time.

Show her that hand casually, and you can see the color of lipstick in the middle of the fair skin.

Huo Qingzhi smiled, "Your lipstick is coming out."

After speaking, he straightened up and walked around the car to the passenger door.

"..." Song Yu came back to his senses after a pause, but the conditioned reflex touched his lower lip, and he didn't need to look in the mirror to know that his face was flushed.

Whoever, suddenly a beautiful woman appears in front of you and even touches your lips, will not feel calm.

But the other party is really just... helping you put on your lipstick.

Before Huo Qingzhi opened the door and got into the car, Song Yuran quickly collected his mood and calmed down.

"Well, Mr. Huo, let's go shopping now. Is there a shopping mall near your house?"

Huo Qingzhi thought for a while, "Now at this time..." She glanced at the time on the car screen, "Should I go to the vegetable market to buy?"

Song Yuran prefers to buy vegetables at the market if it is not necessary, after all, the price is not good. Less, small experts in financial management can't bear it.

The market is not far away, and it may be inconvenient to park by car, so the two got out of the car and walked over.

Mr. Huo wore a pair of 7 cm high heels today, and suddenly opened up the gap with Song Yuran who was wearing flat shoes. Song Yuran couldn't help but glance at the people next to him. I have to say that the height difference...is still a bit oppressive.

The person involved caught her eyes and asked calmly, "What are you looking at me for?" "

..." Song Yuran's expression froze, and he said casually, "I, I was just thinking that Mr. Huo would actually go to the vegetable market to buy vegetables."

Huo Qingzhi tilted his head, and asked: "Then where do you think I should buy it?"

Song Yuran thought about it for a while, and said: "The shopping mall, the environment there is clean, there will be no soliciting and hawking, and there will be no crowding. Just feel You will never go to a dirty place like the vegetable market."

Huo Qingzhi smiled when he heard this, and quickly asked, "What do you think I am?"

Song thought for three seconds, very seriously Replied: "A beauty who doesn't eat fireworks in the world."

"..." Huo Qingzhi shook his head amusedly, "I want to eat too, okay?" There was

a red light flashing across the sidewalk, and the two stopped in front of the zebra crossing and waited. green light.

Song Yuran saw at a glance the signboard of the farmer's market dozens of meters away, as well as the children selling roses to couples of passers-by by the traffic lights.

She joked: "There is a child selling roses. We won't sell them to us later." "

Then do you want to buy them?"

"No." Song Yuran replied decisively, "I'll do it for you." Well, besides, it's more expensive than a flower shop, I don't have any money."

The two were talking, the signal light turned green, and there was a lot of people coming, accompanied by rampaging bicycles.

Song Yuran reflexively grabbed Huo Qingzhi's wrist, walked a little to the side, and avoided the bicycle.

"Even if you don't pull me, that car won't hit us." "

Then you think I'm nosy?" Hold hands.

She was surprised, and turned her head to see Huo Qingzhi smiling at her, "If you want me to lead you across the road, just say so." "

Boss Huo, you're hitting me back."

While speaking, she had passed through the crowd and reached the opposite side of the road .

Whatever came to mind, the little girl stopped them as soon as they took a few steps forward.

"Sister, sister, let's buy some flowers."

Song Yuran felt helpless after being sold.

"Little friend, it's useless for us to buy flowers."

The little girl turned her eyes around them, her eyes full of great doubts: "Aren't you a couple?" You have to

look at them to see them as a couple ah? The standard of the little girl is that as long as two people walk together, they are lovers.

Seeing that she was silent, the little girl looked at the flowers in her hand, and said pitifully, "There is the last one left, buy it, sister..."

Song Yuran didn't want to buy it at first, but when she heard the last one, she hesitated and took out ten flowers. A buck for the last rose.

He patted the little girl on the head again, "The flowers are sold out, go home quickly."

The little girl thanked her, bounced away, and quickly disappeared into the crowd.

Song Yuran looked away, looked at the single packaged rose in his hand, and turned to look at Huo Qingzhi.

"Mr. Huo, do you want some as a gift?"

I thought Ruthless Menga didn't like these fancy things, but I didn't expect Huo Qingzhi to take the rose in her hand, looking quite happy.

"To be honest, this is the first time I have received roses."

Song Yuran's surprise was written all over her face. Just as she was about to question her, she suddenly thought that the scumbag in the original book could make Huo Qingzhi fall in love with him because he gave her a lot of romance and surprises. Huo Qingzhi, who had never been in love before, thought it was "" love".

"If I knew it was your first collection, I should have bought you a whole bunch." Song Yuran felt regret that even he couldn't explain.

"Why?"

"Have you heard a word?" Song Yuran took the rose from her hand and placed it in front of their eyes. Because of the time, the edges of the petals of the rose were a little wilted, and it looked far from its pronoun.

"Girls who have seen the world will be happy when they receive roses, but they will not mistakenly think that roses are love."

Huo Qingzhi smiled lightly: "As long as I like the person who sent the roses, it doesn't matter whether I misunderstand or not."

" It's good that you can be sober." Song Yuran was very pleased, and returned the rose to her, "I hope the next person who will give you a rose will be someone you like." Huo Qingzhi stared at the rose,

muttering Said: "People are love itself, not roses."

"Ah?" Song Yuran didn't hear the voices of people passing by, and asked, "What did you just say?"

"Nothing." Huo Qingzhi replied God, "Let's go."

"Oh..."

The farmer's market looks quite big from the outside. There are many hawkers outside the market, and there are also breakfast stalls that are ready to call it a day.

Song Yuran, who got up early, saw the breakfast stand and was honestly a little hungry. She looked around and saw the deep-fried dough sticks stand. She felt hungry after not eating for a long time.

"I want fried dough sticks." Song Yuran asked Huo Qingzhi's opinion, "Do you want to eat it?"

Huo Qingzhi shook his head, "It's too oily, you can eat it yourself."

Song Yuran was not polite, and ordered when he walked to the fried dough sticks stand A deep-fried dough stick and a cup of soy milk.

The fritters are freshly fried, and while waiting for them to be fried, she sipped a cup of hot soy milk.

The taste of soybeans is very strong, it doesn't look like it was brewed, and the color seems to have added black beans.

"It's delicious!" Song Yuran praised, and she couldn't hold back her desire to share, "Mr. Huo, do you want to try it?"

While speaking, the cup of soy milk had already been delivered, and she stared at the straw of soy milk, which was still stained with her own bean paste colored lipstick prints.

...It's embarrassing, what happened to giving the things I drank to others!

"Well, I mean I'll buy you a cup."

Song Yuran was about to withdraw his hand as he spoke, but Huo Qingzhi bowed his head first, took a sip of soy milk with the blue and white straw in his mouth.

After the lips left, the bean paste-colored lipstick on the straw was imprinted with a layer of red lip glaze, which was so bright that it was very eye-catching to Song Yuran.

"Very fragrant."

She saw Huo Qingzhi's natural expression, but her beating heartbeat was abnormal. Since the person involved didn't care what she had drunk, why are you so shy? ?

To cover up his guilty conscience, Song Yuran took a sip of soy milk with an extremely unnatural movement.

I don't know if it was a psychological effect, but she tasted the taste of Huo Qingzhi's lip glaze, which was fruity.

When the steaming fried dough sticks came out of the pan, Song Yuran couldn't wait to take a bite. The outer skin was crispy, but the inner was soft, with the familiar taste of leavened noodles.

This time there is no need for Huo Qingzhi to eat or not. It seems that every time he asks the other party, he agrees. Song Yuran handed the fried dough sticks in front of Huo Qingzhi, with a domineering tone: "Eat." "..." The person concerned

reluctantly After taking a small bite, I gave another bite of soy milk.

"One bite of deep-fried dough stick and one bite of soy milk, it's a perfect match!"

Seeing the two people's "cracking" look, and looking at the last noodle blank on the chopping board, the stall owner couldn't help but said, "How about I give you a deep-fried dough stick."

"No, thank you." This time Huo Qingzhi refused decisively.

After eating a deep-fried dough stick, Song Yu, who had padded his stomach, regained his spirits before walking into the market.

This time is past the peak time for grocery shopping in the morning, and the flow of people in the market is obviously much less. Except for the dirty sewage on the ground, other things have not affected their elegant mood of grocery shopping.

Looking at the dazzling array of vegetables at the stall, Song Yuran was dazzled, and asked, "What do you want to eat? Is there anything in particular you want to eat?" Huo Qingzhi

's eyes were not on the vegetable stall, but staring at the seafood stall from a distance. Put the crayfish.

"Crayfish, can you do it?"

Secretary Song snorted: "Is there anything in this world that I can't do? Isn't it just crayfish, buy, buy, buy!" I

bought some side dishes of crayfish, and turned to seafood I bought four catties of crayfish, but the boss in the store couldn't handle the head and tail alone, so he decided to go home and handle the raw crayfish by himself.

The vegetable market changed direction, and Song Yuran heard a ringing sound from a distance away. Looking around, he saw that it was the sound of an old-fashioned cotton candy cart booth machine operating.