what's the matter

The second day Ye En moved here happened to be the weekend, and by the time He Gui woke up after a full sleep, the noodles Ye En made during breakfast time had already become a lump.

"Isn't today Saturday? Why did you wake up so early?" He Gui took out his phone and double-checked twice, "I went to bed early last night too. Don't you have a nightlife? It's a shame not to sleep on weekend mornings." It's a waste of life."

"Don't you know? Going to bed late will make you bald. For the sake of my hairline, I must fall asleep at 12:30 every night." Ye En sat on the sofa and checked Weibo without looking up, " He Gui, do you mind if I keep a dog in the dormitory?"

"Cough, cough, cough, cough, cough..." He Gui just took a bite of the noodles, as if he had been poked at the center, and was immediately snatched by the saliva, "Cough, cough, I don't cough, I don't mind. Cough Cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough..."

After chewing a few bites, a small piece of short noodles was inadvertently sucked into the mouth of the trachea. After a burst of coughing, it finally flew straight out of the mouth of He Gui's trachea and hit the bull's-eye—there was no place for He Gui to put it in his hand. bowl.

Ye En, who was attracted by the shocking cough, watched the whole thing with a blank face, and left a sentence without punctuation, "Then let's go to the pet store to have a look. I'll go back to the room and change clothes, and then you can clean yourself up." Call me ha" and fled back to the room in a hurry.