Xiao Leng and Wei Pujue arrived home at half past nine in the evening, and today's tutor was also pushed forward by Wei Pujue.

"Ah, you're back just in time!"

Zhang Ji'an looked at the two people who came in front and back at the door, put the big bowl in his hand on the dining table, like a happy flower butterfly, and pulled Xiao Leng, who had just changed his shoes, to the restaurant.

"Come on, come on, cold. Zhang Ji'an pushed the bowl in Xiao Leng's direction, and came to her with a wink, "This is a beauty meal carefully prepared by my aunt, are you particularly appetizing and want to eat, they are all good things!"

Xiao Leng looked at the extremely colorful and dazzling food, and couldn't help but move his index fingers.

Zhang An saw that Xiao Leng's eyes were almost stuck in the bowl, and he happily introduced her: "There are milk, rock sugar, wolfberry, red dates, white fungus and peach gum, women's maintenance holy products, the more you eat, the younger you are!"

Wei Pujue slumped on the sofa and glanced up casually, "Xiao Leng doesn't drink milk." ”

The last time he vomited, he had some psychological shadows, so that every time he drank milk, he would think of that scene.

"Huh, really?" Zhang Yi'an listened, with an apologetic face, "You see that my aunt is too careless, and she hasn't asked you what you like or dislike." ”

Xiao Leng bit her lower lip, the feeling in her heart was strange, but after hearing the milk in the bowl, it also wilted, she recalled what she had eaten when she came to the world, "Probably except for milk, it should be fine." ”

Zhang He'an nodded straightly, but he was more satisfied when he looked at Wei Pujue, held his face with his hand, and said with a smile: "Xiao Jue, you and your sister have a really good relationship." ”

The greasy words and actions made Wei Pujue shake his body, and he stepped upstairs: "Xiao Leng, bring the book to my room after washing." ”

Without a tutor, he had to supervise the children's studies.

"It's so late and still studying, don't rest and rest?" Zhang He put his waist in front of Wei Pujue and howled.

"Xiao Leng can't keep up with his studies, and he doesn't work hard?" Wei Pujue was calm, strode into a meteor, turned a corner and disappeared around the corner.

Xiao stared at the bowl coldly, and the sweet and tempting aroma could still be smelled in the air, she licked her lips, and her tone was rare with some helplessness, "I'll go up first......"

But when she left, she still nodded slightly at Zhang He'an, "Well, thank you, aunt." ”

Zhang Yi'an smiled, "I'll get you some more tomorrow, you can go first." ”

But as if he thought of something, the corners of Zhang An'an's mouth were not hooked, and he seemed to be in a panic.

Xiao Leng glanced at her strangely, and Zhang and Anton looked around, but they didn't react otherwise.

And Xiao Leng, who returned to the room, immediately understood why Zhang Ji'an had such an expression.

The lace pink lace around the waist of the wall was moved downward, and in the center hung a very conspicuous photo, which took up 1/2 of the entire wall, making it difficult for her not to pay attention.

Xiao Leng turned around, and found that not only the group photo on the wall, but also the bedside table and bathroom were all on the table.

The content of the photo was unfamiliar to her, and she didn't remember such a scene......

This morning, Zhang Ji'an couldn't wait to frame a lot of photos of Wei Pujue and Xiao Leng, and while the two of them were not at home, he rolled up his sleeves and decorated the large and small photos in the room.

Zhang Qi'an, who is idle, said that he can give them such a surprise every day.

The same is true of Wei Pujue on the other side, he was full of black lines, and he paused for a few seconds before going to the bathroom.

20 minutes later, Wei Pujue, who was wearing an ice silk sleeveless bathrobe, came out, with a towel on his head, and a little water dripping on his short hair that was not fully covered, and the thin ink-colored bathrobe was wet.

As a result, Wei Pujue, who was still sighing comfortably, saw Xiao Leng who had changed into pajamas as soon as he came out.

"Finished washing?" Wei Pudong looked at Xiao Leng who had basically not changed except for the different clothes.

"Hmm. Xiao Leng has been reading for a while, and her speed of purification is very fast, almost a matter of thought.

And the books brought by Xiao Leng were neatly placed on the desk, at the height of a small arm, and there was also a book on her right hand, which had already been read.

"Shouldn't you have learned it yet?" Wei Pujue frowned, the old father's kind of worry, and pulled Xiao Leng to the bathroom again, "You turn on this shower." ”

Wei Pujue hadn't retreated yet, Xiao Leng, who was fast behind his back, turned on the nozzle switch, Wei Pujue was poured water as soon as he washed it, and his half-dry hair was wet again, he couldn't wait to give Xiao Leng a beating!

But looking at Xiao Leng, who had innocent eyes and an expressionless face, Wei Pujue couldn't do it again.

"You go out first. ”

He calmed his throat and drove Xiao Leng out, if Xiao Leng moved a little slower, Wei Pujue's head would kick her ass!

The door slammed shut, and the angry door trembled.

Xiao Leng didn't think it was her problem, although she couldn't figure out why Wei Pujue's mood was suddenly a little wrong, but she quickly forgot about it.

Wei Pujue came out with a change of clothes, prepared everything, and then went to bed to play with the computer and monitored Xiao Leng until he was drowsy, and his upper and lower eyelids were fighting.

The stack of books had been split in half by Xiao Leng.

Wei Pudong vigorously lifted his upper eyelids and looked at the desk, Xiao Leng's back was still straight, as if tied to a straight tree trunk.

The bed in the room was placed parallel to the desk, not very far from the end of the bed, so Wei Pujue could clearly see Xiao Leng staring at the book with his eyes engrossed, and his face was serious and serious, like an old-fashioned little cadre.

"If you're sleepy, go back to sleep. ”

Xiao Leng hummed softly.

Then Wei Pujue, who wanted to endure the sleepiness, finally didn't hold back Zhou Gong's appointment, his body kept tilting, fell on the pillow, moved, found a comfortable position, and fell asleep.

The room was still bright, except for the sound of Xiao Leng turning the pages and the tip of the pen sliding.

Xiao Leng put another book on her right hand, then glanced diagonally upward, thought for a while, and then her movements became smaller.

"You didn't sleep?" The next day, Wei Pujue, who woke up, looked at Xiao Leng who had been sitting at the desk in surprise, and had a sense of absurdity of dreaming.

Xiao Leng did not have a trace of sleepiness on his face, seeing Wei Pujue's eyebrows wrinkled into a pimple, Xiao Leng's heart tightened, and suddenly thought of the routine of human beings, bowed his head and lied to cover up his identity.

"I fell asleep on my desk for a long time. ”

Wei Pujue didn't know what to do, so he could only threaten viciously: "If I see you don't have a good night's rest next time, I'll throw you out!"

In the car, Wei Pujue insisted on asking Xiao Leng to sleep, Xiao Leng was a scoundrel, so he could only close his eyes and pretend to sleep, but he didn't expect that in this moment, she fell asleep.

Xiao Leng, who was woken up by Wei Pujue, was in a trance.

"Today, if you want to sleepy, you can sleep, and if you really can't bear it in class, put the book higher and squint. ”

Wei Pujue felt like a bad boy.

Xiao Leng met Yan Qiyao who was about to go downstairs at the staircase, Yan Qiyao greeted her very shyly, Xiao Leng stared at her for a while, Yan Qiyao's light smile was a little untenable.