Zhuo Xiuran lives in a small apartment, with narrow corridors and elevators that are small enough for no more than five people. When I entered the house, it was much better than I expected.

The room where the boy lives, there are no extra clutter, and Zhuo Xiuran has a slight cleanliness habit, and the whole room looks bright and refreshing.

"Do you want to go and change your clothes first? You go to my closet and look casually, and I'll cook. ”

Zhuo Xiuran didn't see it, pointed to the bedroom casually, and turned around and went into the kitchen.

Gu Jiawei, who was still a little cramped, finally relaxed because of the personal space he suddenly obtained. She didn't know how to follow, and even let him hold hands all the time.

She thought that she must be in a foreign country and suspected by people she had always trusted, so she could have this sense of loneliness without attachment.

Entering the bedroom, Gu Jiawei was a little embarrassed, after all, he had to turn over a wardrobe of the opposite sex that he was not very familiar with. She opened the closet, took only the most superficial set of clothes, and quickly changed into them.

The clothes are okay, but the waistband of the pants is too big to hang at all. Looking down, the pullover on the upper body is quite long, so I just wear it as a skirt.

I was about to hang up the suit I had just changed, but unexpectedly, something fell out of my pocket. Gu Jiawei bent down to pick it up, and was stunned for a moment.

What fell was a fountain pen, and Gu Jiawei recognized it at a glance as the one he had used to use. Thinking about it carefully, it seems that after seeing Zhuo Xiuran stupidly smearing his black ink with a signature pen, he gave him this pen easily.

Gu Jiawei smiled, what is there to be surprised about, this one is very useful, and there is no problem with him if he likes it.

After looking at it casually, Gu Jiawei was stunned again. On the bedside table, there are three picture frames. One color is a little blurred, which is a family portrait of Zhuo Xiuran very early.

The other is a photo of him, Xiu Ning and his mother. The three people in the photo are dressed very festively and smiling brightly, and it seems that they were taken during the Chinese New Year.

The remaining one turned out to be a group photo of everyone in Group B. In fact, it is not a serious group photo, it was taken by Tian Tian casually when he did the test for the first time. Zhuo Xiuran sat in front of the computer, and Gu Jiawei looked over his shoulder to point to the screen, looking like he was lying on his back.

Sister Wang and the others who were chatting in the back seemed to have become the background. At that time, everyone was still joking, saying that Gu Jiawei and Zhuo Xiuran were together, and they looked quite compatible, and there was no age difference at all.

At that time, there was no incident in the conference room, and Gu Jiawei still joked: "What's the trouble, I treat Xiu Ran as my son." ”

Gu Jiawei at this age really can't take everything as a complete coincidence.

"Sister Jiawei, have you changed your clothes, should the noodles be harder or softer?"

"Oooh. Harder. ”

Gu Jiawei followed the sound to the kitchen and saw Zhuo Xiuran passing the noodles through the ice water. A pot of soup was grunting on the stove, and it looked very appetizing.

"Hey, I can't see that you're still doing this, thinking you're fooling me?"

Zhuo Xiuran only glanced back at Gu Jiawei, and then hurriedly turned around. The empty big pullover, with the two slender legs underneath, is more sexy than just wearing a base shirt.

"I can do whatever I want, but I won't fool you. ”

"Flim Flam. Gu Jiawei blushed, patted him on the shoulder, and hid in the living room without any interest. Naturally, she didn't see Zhuo Xiuran, who was facing away from her, and even the roots of her ears were already red.