Cannon fodder male supporting role is not easy to mess with

After a few more fights, the channel gradually returned to calm.

After coughing lightly, Qing He cut to the point and said: "Since everyone's audition is fine, why not take advantage of this meeting to agree on a time to hand over the dry voice to the monk."

"My working hours are very casual and I can accommodate everyone."

Following Xu Yang's words, the rest of the people also said that there was no problem with the time.

"Since everyone has plenty of time, why not set it up next weekend." After a pause, Qing He added: "Nanmao, you have a lot of conversations with Xu Yang, you can practice privately when you have time. "

In response, Bo Ruchu teased: "Qinghe, don't you feel relieved when I do things?"

Hearing that Bo Ruchu was just joking, Qing He smiled lightly and said slowly: "Of course..."

You can pause for a while, and then said: "Of course not, Nanmao, you are so responsible, how can I worry about it?"

The corners of everyone's mouths twitched slightly. They suddenly felt that they had entered the wrong channel. Is it too late to exit now? !

Bo Ruchu hummed softly, chatted with Xu Yang privately, and then closed the software.

He got up and moved his slightly stiff limbs, looked at the time, and walked towards the kitchen.

"This taste..."

Twirling his nose, Bo Ruchu couldn't help speeding up his steps, looking at the changed kitchen, resisting the desire to twitch the corners of his mouth.

"Dear little Fuling, please explain, what happened during the time I was in the room?"

Glancing at Bo Ruchu who was smiling very gently, Fu Ling couldn't help but backed away, and said with a dry smile, "That... this..."

"I'm very patient, little Fuling, you can explain it to me slowly~" Bo Ruchu said kindly (laughing) and explaining (rong) Ren (can) meaningfully (brilliantly).

"I called you, but you never answered me, so..." Fu Ling blinked her eyes and said innocently.

"Oh? You mean it's my fault?" Bo Ruchu raised his eyebrows, and there was a playfulness in his eyes.

"No, it's not." Fuling shook her head hastily, but he didn't forget that this person's 'pissing nature': "I didn't think that you would be hungry when you came out, so I gave it a try, but I didn't expect to mess up the kitchen. It's like this."

"Puchi—", "Cough, cough—"

Coughing softly, Bo Ruchu's eyes flashed helplessness: "If you know how to cook, you would have already done so. If you want to eat next time, just order takeaway."

Fu Ling puffed her cheeks, although she really wanted to refute, but what he said was indeed the truth, otherwise he wouldn't just touch the kitchen like this, even though he had successfully cooked meals a few times before.

"Well, you go and tidy up first, we'll go out to eat later." Although the kitchen can be restored as long as it is done, it is inevitable that there will be no warning, so it is better to find workers to come back and renovate the kitchen.

Hearing this, Fu Ling's eyes lit up, she responded cheerfully, and quickly walked towards her bedroom.

Bo Ruchu shook his head, took out his mobile phone and made a call, then browsed the introductions of several nearby restaurants.

"Welcome, both of you, please—"

Bo Ruchu and Fu Ling followed the clerk slightly outside and walked to the window. Just after ordering, they heard a voice that was too familiar.

"Ziqi, Xiaojiu, what a coincidence. Are you here for dinner too?"

Fu Ling glanced at Luo Jiu, he was very vengeful: "Are you here to see the scenery?"