Do you also want to adopt Doro?

As for Dorothy's gift, Huang Musong didn't ask her to guess, since it was also a high-end dragon fruit. Both Dorothy and Huang Musong ate dragon fruit, ensuring fair and impartial treatment.

Immediately afterwards...

Huang Musong turned to look at Su Qingyao.

"uh-huh?"

He gestured with his chin, meaning to hurry up and guess, stop dawdling.

With her cherry-like lips chewing on the dragon fruit fed to her by Doraemon, Su Qingyao looked a bit like a baby cow eating, adorably innocent.

The expression also conveyed surprise...

She never expected that Brother Xiaosong would bring her such a surprise.

Ultimately, my acquaintance with Huang Musong was purely through Dorothy and Dorothy.

Although the other person is a pretty nice young man.

But the two little doro are still more appealing!

An impression of 75 points.

This surprise has raised our expectations even higher.

Seeing that Sister Xiao Su was in a daze, Duo Luo put down the fruit and rolled around happily on the sofa a few times. "I guess~! I guess~! This time it must be Oh Runji, right?"

While answering the question, he rubbed against Sister Su's leg.

Doro blinked, her eyes seeming to speak volumes, as if saying, "Miss, guess quickly! Don't let down the surprise you've prepared for us!"

Su Qingyao nodded, placed Duoluo on her lap, and looked at Huang Musong.

"Is it a ballpoint pen?"

"Workbook?"

"A bow or a hair clip?"

Recalling the gifts she had rejected from boys during high school, Su Qingyao recounted the ones she could still remember. She felt that all boys were the same, and their choices of gifts were largely similar.

Upon hearing this, Huang Musong smiled meaningfully and waved his hand in denial.

If it were me in high school...

He assured Su Qingyao that she could easily guess correctly.

High school students have limited financial resources, and their mindset of giving gifts to girls is too naive.

Not all girls like hair clips with bows...

A surprise, aiming for both astonishment and delight.

We definitely need to cater to their preferences!

Without giving him a chance to guess further, Huang Musong took out a transparent box containing delicate strawberry mini cakes.

"cake?"

Wow! It's a cake!

Su Qingyao's expression couldn't hide her joy.

I was feeling hungry and wanted some dessert, and Xiaosong-ge actually bought it for me without me even asking...

So happy~

Su Qingyao quickly took the cake box, but instead of opening it right away, she placed it on the coffee table first.

Then lift Doraemon high up again.

She couldn't help but roll over and lie on the sofa.

Doro was still held aloft in both arms, and after a few movements, he hugged him again.

Lifted up high,

Exciting and fun,

Doro let out a "Oh ho!" and enjoyed the joy of being lifted high.

It landed back on Little Su's chest and abdomen, got up, and wobbled back and forth like a roly-poly toy. Doro deliberately made a comical appearance, wanting to add more color to Little Su's good mood and make things even better.

"Sister Su."

"Hmm~. What is it?"

"Someone bought your favorite cake. Aren't you happy?"

"Of course... uh~ happy, definitely happy."

Su Qingyao quickly sat up.

I played around all afternoon, subconsciously treating this place as my own home. Lying down on the sofa without a second thought was so rude! I really got too cocky!

Quickly resume a dignified and serene sitting posture...

Su Qingyao handed the baby, Doraemon, to Huang Musong's arms.

She playfully stuck out her tongue.

She said apologetically, "I'm sorry. It was rude of me to lie on the sofa without your permission. Thank you, thank you for the cake."

Huang Musong didn't care about such trivial matters at all.

Besides, good looks are everything, and Xiao Su's beauty can overshadow any minor rudeness.

Secondly, Doraemon possesses the talent to bring joy to others!

I just hugged the little one,

Huang Musong didn't even bother to glance at Su Qingyao.

In my heart, Doraemon is the greatest!

The little cutie's silly look is so heartwarming...

Sitting down at the other end of the sofa, Huang Musong prepared to start the meal and waved to Dorothy to go to the kitchen to get the tableware.

In order to finish eating quickly and continue reading comics,

Dorothy wriggled her round body and brought over the bowl, chopsticks, and drinks.

The large container of O'RunJi juice is empty.

It's time to pick oranges again tomorrow...

While thinking this, Dorothy poured a full glass of juice for Sister Su, silently hoping that she would take the first sip.

Su Qingyao blushed and shook her head in refusal.

"You guys have some drinks."

"I can't drink anything too cold today, I need to be careful in advance so I don't have a stomachache tomorrow."

After she finished speaking, her face turned even redder, as if afraid that Huang Musong might suddenly chime in.

Her beautiful eyes darted away, her expression clearly avoiding the topic of drinks.

Dorothy and Doraemon couldn't help but show the same confused expression...

Humans are higher animals in the real world.

Doro are chibi-style creatures from the world of anime and manga.

Even with Dorothy's intelligence, she struggled to grasp profound knowledge. Why specifically avoid a stomachache tomorrow? Is a stomachache something that can be predicted, something that allows for foresight?

Dorothy was bewildered by Sue's polite refusal.

Huang Musong understood.

He just didn't say anything.

He just kept his head down and ate.

Feeling that dinner was too bland and not filling enough, Huang Musong silently went to the kitchen and took out half a pound of leftover braised beef from the refrigerator.

Taking advantage of the opportunity to slice...

When I returned to the living room and put down my plate, I spotted two white butterflies again.

Barefoot, like uncut jade.

My mind subconsciously expanded and compared the scenes my eyes searched for...

I realized I had misunderstood something for a moment.

Huang Musong quickly left the living room and calmed down on his way to the shoe cabinet.

As a girl, Su Qingyao was sensitive and understood why the other person was avoiding her again.

Embarrassed, she pulled her legs back, considering whether to put on shoes and socks. A guest should act like a guest; being too casual is impolite.

However...

Huang Musong's actions, however, defied common sense.

He simply tossed the spare disposable mops onto the floor next to the coffee table.

The behavior seemed a bit rude.

He also added, "Don't get my floor dirty."

At first glance, it sounds like disdain.

on purpose.

Upon closer inspection, it's actually quite subtle despite its seemingly rough exterior!

A rough way of expressing yourself can ease a girl's embarrassment.

Feeling the double care from both the outside and the inside, Su Qingyao's impression of Xiaosong improved, and she finally understood why Dorothy and Doraemon liked him wholeheartedly.

If someone were treated with such tenderness every day, wouldn't their heart be warmed?

That's great!

A touch of envy took root and sprouted in my heart.

He lowered his head and ate his cake.

Su Qingyao sat quietly.

She felt out of place at the lively dinner party with Huang Musong, Duoluo, and Dorothy.

Not long after...

After eating and drinking his fill, Doraemon suddenly discovered a blind spot.

It was lying on the edge of the sofa.

With big eyes, it observes, compares, and analyzes back and forth.

"Human~"

Why is your skin tone so yellowish?

Scratching its head, Doro raised its left paw and pointed at Huang Musong's feet, while its right paw pointed at Su Qingyao's pair of white, jade-like feet.

Just after asking,

Doro's mouth droops at both ends.

Worry was written all over her little face!

They, the Doro clan, look 99% alike.

The only obvious differences are in the pupils and the look in the eyes.

People have different appearances, that's normal.

Can even skin color differences be so great?

Doro mistakenly thought that Huang Musong was sick, because his wheat-colored skin resembled a sallow complexion!

It hurriedly nestled into someone's arms.

Two little paws groped around.

Poking the stomach, pinching the arm, lightly tickling the chest...

With teary eyes, Doraemon diagnosed people's health conditions.

Since adopting the two doro, Huang Musong has never been as embarrassed as he is now; he is speechless.

Su Qingyao also found it difficult to handle the topic of skin color.

Clever Dorothy realized something...

It mustered all its strength and dragged away the clumsy Doraemon.

While tugging at Dorothy's arm, Dorothy distracted it, saying, "Different skin colors are characteristics of different people! A person's feet, with a yellowish skin tone, are not considered unhealthy. Sister Su's feet, with their white skin, like ice cream, are also considered healthy."

"Walk!"

"Let's go to the kitchen and make ice cream."

"Weren't you just talking about trying to make ice cream yesterday?"

Upon learning that a yellowish complexion did not mean illness, Doro felt relieved, and the slightly bristled fur on his body returned to its smooth state.

He breathed a sigh of relief...

Doro turned around to face Huang Musong.

Its two little paws suddenly mimicked the silly movements of a monster attack.

"Awoo!"

"Hey everyone, I'm going to make ice cream for you."

"Although I don't understand why Sister Su can't eat cold food, I will definitely pay attention. I've prepared egg whites, cream... and Doraemon will make you a sweet little cake with bread slices."

The voice just fell,

Doraemon eagerly rushed into the kitchen.

It has been working hard to develop the culinary skills of "I Think".

Huang Musong and Su Qingyao were left alone in the living room by the two doro...