My heart trembled with fear, and I really didn't know how to answer Uncle Zheng's words.

He was so close to me that I could even feel the heat on him, which gave me a creepy feeling.

"Uncle Zheng...... If you are farther away, the oil will easily spill out. I squeezed the words as close to the stove as I could, the tips of my teeth chattering.

When Uncle Zheng heard this, he was stunned for a moment, and then laughed.

He looked at me, and his voice was very soft, careless, but full of uncomfortable aggression: "Juanzi is so well-behaved, uncle is afraid that you will be bullied at school." In the evening, your uncle will come and have a good talk with you, so as not to make you suffer unnecessary grievances. ”

I was so frightened that my hands and feet were cold, and I wouldn't fail to hear the hints in Uncle Zheng's words.

hurriedly looked into the living room, but did not find Zheng Xinguang's figure.

When did he go out?

Realizing this, I was just stupid.

"Juanzi, what's wrong?" Uncle Zheng smiled kindly, but in my opinion, it was more terrifying than the devil in hell.

He moved closer, and I held my hands up in front of my chest, preventing him from getting any closer.

Uncle Zheng didn't seem to notice my resistance, and said to himself, "Juanzi, why do I look at you as if you have lost a lot of weight?" Uncle Zheng was a little worried......

My eyes widened as I watched Uncle Zheng speak as he reached out and grabbed at my waist and thighs.

"No......" The word escaped from my throat, and my hand could only stop Uncle Zheng's approach, unable to guard against his groping hand.

Suddenly I felt like the fish in the oil pot, slaughtered by others, and had no power to fight back.

A sense of despair arose in my heart.

"Cigarettes are bought, what about people?" At this moment, Zheng Xinguang's voice sounded in the living room.

His words were an instant relief for me from this hellish situation.

Uncle Zheng's hand stopped, then he turned away from me a little, and deliberately said loudly, "Juanzi, your cooking skills look really good! ”

My body was completely frozen, and I didn't dare to speak much at this time, watching Zheng Xinguang hand the cigarette to Uncle Zheng.

It is estimated that my face is really ugly and scary, Zheng Xinguang frowned and looked at me, and opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something.

I made contact with his gaze and my body shuddered.

At this time, the oil in the pot "crackled", and I realized that there was still a fish waiting for me to cook.

Turning around almost in embarrassment, I picked up the spatula and turned my attention to the fish, only to find that the skin was already a little burnt.

This cooking demonstration suddenly stepped into the realm of failure.

As for letting Zheng Xinguang taste my craft, I don't have any hope at all.

Next, I stir-fried two more vegetarian dishes and cooked a pot of soup.

Fortunately, Zheng Xinguang has been sitting in the living room since then, and he has not left again, so I can relax my heart.

When the food was served, I was a little absent-minded when I was eating.

Uncle Zheng seemed to talk to Zheng Xinguang about some academic matters, and seemed to comment on a few dishes I made with him, but I didn't listen to them at all.

It's like a blower roaring next to my ears, blocking out the outside noise. I was in a state of confusion, thinking a lot, but I didn't seem to think about anything.

When I finished eating, I automatically put away the dishes and chopsticks and went to wash the dishes.

Zheng Xinguang seemed to linger on me for a while, and I pretended to be troubled and subconsciously ignored it.

When I finished brushing the dishes and walked into the living room, I found that Uncle Zheng was gone.

The faint sound of water running from another room was heard, and when I heard it, my brain, which had been blank, seemed to be working, directing me to act.

Zheng Xinguang was sitting on the sofa watching TV, and I glanced at the TV content hastily, it seemed that it was a column he didn't watch much in the past. He saw me, looked at me, and saw that my expression had improved a little, before turning his head away and turning off the TV.

He's going back to his room.

I subconsciously followed, and when he was about to step out of the living room, I impulsively grabbed the corner of his clothes.

Zheng Xinguang's steps stopped, and then he turned around and looked at me suspiciously.

"Y-can you teach me my homework today?" I asked, my eyes involuntarily pleading.

When Zheng Xinguang heard this, he frowned, as if he was a little puzzled.

But as soon as he met my eyes, his face changed slightly.

He looked at the corner of my clothes again, and finally said slowly, "Okay." ”

My heart seemed to have finally found a docking point, settled down, and subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief.

At least, at night, you won't be so scared anymore.

"Thank you. I said with great gratitude.

After a while, Zheng Xinguang finished his homework first, leaned on the bed and read, and I continued to write my homework at my desk.

In this state of hidden companionship, I felt less scared.

At this time, I heard a kind voice behind me: "Juanzi, it's so late, and you're still doing your homework? ”

The tip of the pen in my hand slammed, and my back was straight, and I broke out in a cold sweat.

Uncle Zheng didn't know when he came to Zheng Xinguang's room.

"Dad, she's finally a little self-motivated, so don't discourage yourself. She will definitely have a question for me later, and it is not easy for me to talk about you. What I didn't expect was that at this time, Zheng Xinguang seemed to see my reaction and spoke.

When Uncle Zheng heard this, he smiled kindly and left like that.

The moment the door closed, my tense back slackened, and I breathed a sigh of relief.

There was a kind of joy in my heart for the rest of my life, and there was a faint sense of gratitude to Zheng Xinguang.

I thought Zheng Xinguang would ask something, but he didn't.

When I secretly glanced at him by looking for the homework book in my schoolbag, I found that Zheng Xinguang was already lying on the bed at this time, with the book on his face, and seemed to have fallen asleep.

I froze for a moment, then turned around and smiled slightly.

This feeling of being accompanied by someone is inexplicably reassuring.

Then I put away my complicated thoughts, cheered up and continued to read and do my homework.

The homework was done quickly, and I looked at the book for a while.

It's just that my eyelids are fighting, and I hold my head and watch with one pair at a time.

Although this is the content of the book that I can't talk about tomorrow, I don't want to go back to my alone room at the moment, and I haven't thought about what to do next, so I picked up the textbook and started to study in advance.

In the end, I couldn't hold it anymore, so my hand holding the book slowly drooped, and my head slowly rested on my other arm.