It Turns out that I am Beautiful and Miserable [Quick Transmigration]

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In the previous world, Xi Ye didn't like to go out, but in this world, it's not an exaggeration to say that things have gotten worse.

Because I love to eat, I have all the relevant equipment at home, otherwise I would not have the idea of ​​becoming a food blogger after the sudden blow.

Gu Cong's college is in the new campus, not far from Xi Ye's apartment, a few bus stops away, went back to the dormitory during the day to pick up some books that were not finished moving yesterday, and invited his roommates to dinner, and went home after dark.

There were too many things to move, and the landlord was half-conscious once. When he stood in front of the "new home" again, he realized belatedly that he seemed to have forgotten to ask Mr. Xi for the key.

There was no other way, Gu Cong had no choice but to bite the bullet and rang the doorbell.

"Click."

When he came to open the door, the dark-haired young man's pajamas had already been replaced by a T-shirt, which was so wide that it almost covered the other person in it. His expression was not as obvious as yesterday, only his brows were slightly frowned.

Subconsciously glanced down, Gu Cong saw the pair of pink and tender rabbit slippers again, and before the young man could speak, he preemptively said, "You forgot to give me the key."

Xi Ye: The key? Has the trumpet been equipped with this thing?

1101: "Obviously not."

1101: "But there should be a spare in the drawer by the bed."

After being anorexic and thin, the trumpet is more homely than Xi Ye. Unless it is necessary, he will not go out unless he can go out. It is impossible to think about going to the streets for a strange tenant.

There are still a bunch of things in the kitchen that have not been processed, Xi Ye turned around and said, "Later."

It stands to reason that taking the opportunity to go back to the house at this time is the most important thing for me to do, but the fish and chicken soup that I ate last night was too tempting, even though Gu Cong was not hungry, he still followed.

"Are you cooking?"

If there's one, there's another. Anyway, I had a friendship with a bowl of noodles last night, Gu Cong quickly gave up on Mr. Xi, who was a mouthful, and went straight to you.

He had noticed the video equipment standing in the kitchen before, and when he saw the red light in use by the representative was on, he immediately lowered the volume and stepped back: "Sorry."

The hoarse and unpleasant voice caused by excessive vomiting made the trumpet, who could have chatted with the audience while playing games, become more and more disgusted with talking.

If it wasn't for the purpose of making the difference between the two accounts as much as possible and avoiding being recognized by old audiences, the trumpet would definitely silence itself and replace everything with words.

Xi Ye is different.

No matter how destitute or embarrassed he was, he never knew how to write the word inferiority. The gauze on his index finger was replaced with a new one. Holding the knife, he slowly cut a pear: "I can't photograph you."

After being reminded by the other party, Gu Cong realized that the camera lens was only aimed at Xi Ye's hand, and the stunning face was not captured.

Yes, stunning.

People who are truly beautiful enough to blur gender boundaries, even if they are sick, skinny, and carefully examined, can still be called sick beauties.