"Steamed buns?" Liang Jiusi took a moment to sit up from the ground, and he squeaked indistinctly: "What stuffed buns?"

Lin Jiage, lying on the sofa, opened his eyes noisily.

His eyes were a little confused.

Liang Jiusi shook his head and glanced east and looked westward: "Where is the bun? Where is the bun?"

After hearing Liang Jiusi's words again, Lin Jiage blinked his eyelids twice, his eyes cleared slightly.

Where is the bun? It's your stubborn thing ... Thinking, he raised his hand and touched his chest, and then the whole person's expression became confused again, as if immersed in his own world, talking to himself Muttered again: "Where is the bun? Do you still need to ask such a stupid question?"

Speaking, Lin Jiage's lips raised a radian, smiling like a pure child, and whispering, "Biaozi in my heart ..."

Liang Jiusi, who didn't listen to what Lin Jiage said at all, choked for a long time, didn't see the buns, and yelled again: "I like buns the most, especially the soup soup buns of Nanjie Old Song, which is super delicious Hurry up, give me buns, I want to eat buns! "

Even before Liang Jiusi was drunk, Lin Jiage sobered up: "Liang Jiusi, your uncle, is it right?"

"Even if you have a murderer's house, you still have a murderer's grandfather ..." Liang Jiusi held the wine bottle and rolled on the ground while hesitated ...

Just when Lin Jiage couldn't bear it, when he was about to kill Liang Jiusi, he rolled to Liang Jiusi next to the song stand and picked up the microphone that was thrown on the ground. So that you wo n’t even let my uncle let you eat ... ”

Then, Liang Jiusi put the microphone in his mouth and squinted.

Lin Jiage, who can hardly look directly at this scene, puts his head on his face and can hardly put aside his head.

Liang Jiusi played with the microphone for a while, then held the bottle in one hand, held the microphone in one hand, and passed out again.

Ears cleared, Lin Jiage closed his eyes again.

Xu Shijiu rushed up, and his brain sank again. Before her consciousness gradually dissipated, her shadow appeared again in his eyes.

The world is yellow, the universe is flooded, the winter is coming, the winter is harvesting, and the autumn harvest is hiding in winter. Shi Yao, we come to Japan to grow ...

...

Lin Jiage returned home at four o'clock in the morning.

Everyone in the family fell asleep. The large house was extremely quiet.

He returned lightly to his bedroom ~ lightnovelpub.net ~, washed off his alcohol, lay down on the bed and started to make up.

Open your eyes again, the sun is shining outside the window, it is almost noon.

Lin Jiage took a brief wash, randomly picked a piece of home clothes, and went downstairs.

...

The maid on the first floor was busy with everything and was chatting together.

Someone heard the noise coming from the floor, and immediately lowered his voice and said, "Little Master seems to be awake--"

With the maid's voice settled, other maids ran outside and ran outside, and maids ran to the maid's room. Some of them were slow and simply slipped into the bathroom ...

In just a few seconds, there was originally a lively living room, which was instantly empty.

...

Lin Jiage slowly swayed downstairs. I thought that after arriving in the living room, as usual, some servants would run forward and ask diligently what to eat?