On the night of the eighth meeting, after Zhao Junhao ate and drank enough, he personally sent the girls at the front desk home.

Ou Liang wanted to lend him the car, but Zhao Junhao considered that he would have to go out of the stall tomorrow morning and the car would not be easy to return, so he took the taxi back.

At home, the old man and the young lady had already fallen asleep.

On the coffee table in the living room, there is a bowl of mung bean porridge with ice cubes.

Zhao Junhao took a few sips comfortably, just to relieve the greasy feeling of the big fish and meat just now.

As he looked into the room, he paused as he drank mung bean porridge.

The old man is not there?

The door was only slightly hidden and not closed.

There was no loud snoring from the familiar old man.

The reason why Zhao Junhao thinks that everyone in the family is asleep is because the lights are out.

In order to confirm this, Zhao Junhao finished pouring mung bean porridge with a few grunts, and walked to the door lightly.

The eye reaches out to the junction of white light and darkness.

After getting used to the poor light, Zhao Junhao's squinted eyes finally saw clearly that the old man was not on the bed inside.

"Are you asleep upstairs again?" Zhao Junhao muttered.

In recent years, the old man has been running up to the balcony on the roof every now and then and sleeping in his rocking chair for a night.

The young lady also came out to persuade her, after all, it will be windy at night, and you will catch a cold if you spend the night on the balcony.

But the old man, who usually listens to the young lady's words everywhere, is stubborn in this matter.

I don't want to go back.

In the end, the young lady could only obey the old man's wishes.

She just hoped that the old man would suddenly rise up and go to the balcony to sleep less often.

Zhao Junhao couldn't guess what the old man meant, and he couldn't pry the old mouth.

Every morning after sleeping on the balcony, the old man would immediately change back to his old good old man.

Listening to the words of the young lady, she called Xiao Yan affectionately.

quarrel with Zhao Junhao, a stinky boy.

This kind of abnormal behavior, Zhao Junhao can't figure it out.

The door was open, as if it were a bottomless pit.

Zhao Junhao stood in front of the door, and there was an impulse in his heart.

He cautiously turned his head and looked around, afraid that the young lady with a light body would suddenly come out, and he would not hear the footsteps.

Then I nervously ran to turn off the lights in the living room.

Gritting his teeth again, he ran to the roof of the building to confirm that the old man was sleeping soundly.

I almost didn't go downstairs to warn Huang Tu, telling him not to sneak up.

After finishing all the insurance work he wanted to do, Zhao Junhao tiptoed into the old man's room and gently closed the door.

Turned on the lights in the room.

The room suddenly lit up.

A simple wooden bed with a good dream mattress that the young lady helped to choose.

A computer desk, computer mouse and keyboard on the table are all newly configured.

Thinking of the old man begging the young lady to install a computer for him and pull the network cable, Zhao Junhao couldn't help but grin and laughed.

Then there is the three-dimensional wardrobe with two doors in the room.

When he was a child, Zhao Junhao once opened it.

After having fun in the closet, what followed was the anger of the old man.

The old man hit him!

The young lady desperately protected Zhao Junhao, but the old man still wanted to beat him.

That time, the old man was really angry.

Zhao Junhao swore that he didn't recognize the old man at that time.

Although after that time, Zhao Junhao and the old man resumed the same harmonious relationship as now.

But that beating, Zhao Junhao really didn't know why.

Blame him for being too bearish and stepping on the clothes in the closet?

No, the old man is not such a person.

Listening to the old man talk about him, when he just picked him up, he also peed on the old man's face!

And now, such a good opportunity is in front of Zhao Junhao.

How could he not be moved?

He couldn't have played hide and seek with his little sister like he did that time, and hid in the closet.

Zhao Junhao swallowed the saliva that stopped in his mouth while thinking nervously.

The left door of the wardrobe was gently pulled open by his hand.

It's red.

Zhao Junhao froze.

Why is there a woman's dress in the old man's closet?

That time he caught and seek, he was too young, so naturally he didn't care too much about who wore the clothes.

After being surprised, Zhao Junhao looked at the red clothes that monopolized the left side of the entire wardrobe again.

The fabric is slightly coarse and has a dull red color.

Hairballs formed on the surface, and a few strands of hair jumped out of the light and shimmered silver.

The red dress is wide, and the hem of the dress should reach the knees.

Two thick red ribbons around the waist hung down on both sides of the clothes.

This should be used for pulling clothes close to the body.

The red coat had been sitting for years, but it didn't smell a trace of dust.

Zhao Junhao can conclude that the old man has definitely been quietly cleaned!

Is there anything special about this red dress?

Zhao Junhao stretched out his hand and stroked the hem of his clothes.

From below, all the way up to above.

The hairball rolled in his palm, rattling.

Zhao Junhao, who was making movements, suddenly stopped.

The old man was not going to be furious at him for catching and hiding in the closet.

But what if what's in your wardrobe matters?

This red coat......

Zhao Junhao pulled the clothes over with his hands and looked at the back of it.

The hem goes up a little, and the position of the buttocks has obvious signs of wear.

The owner of the garment, who should always wear it, sits on a hard substance such as a stone.

Looking up further, the clothes hanging on the clothes were newly bought by the young lady recently.

When the young lady came back from purchasing, the old man first took a lot of new clothes and hung them back to his room, saying that he had to change everything into new ones, and almost made the clothes to be dried on the roof have nothing to hang.

Now that I think about it, the old man really has too many intriguing actions.

Holding up the clothes, Zhao Junhao leaned in and sniffed closer.

Little Sister's ...... That perfume smell!

How could this be worn by a young lady!

Thinking of this, Zhao Junhao hurriedly took a few steps back and took off his shirt.

He didn't forget that before going to play tonight, he took the young lady's perfume and sprayed it a few times to cover up his stench.

It may have been confused with the smell of my own clothes just now.

Taking off his shirt, Zhao Junhao sniffed again.

The scent of jasmine fills the nose.

Zhao Junhao, who confirmed the facts, could only think that the old man secretly took the young lady's perfume and sprayed it.

"Old man, I found a secret ...... of yours"

"Tell you, will you tell me?"

Zhao Junhao muttered to himself, not noticing that the door that had been closed was slowly being pushed open.

"Xiao Hao?"

The sudden explosion in the room scared Zhao Junhao a lot.

His hand holding the clothes shrank suddenly, and he exclaimed, "Sister Yan!"

"You...... Why are you here!"

"I still want to ask you! Why are you here without sleeping?"

A gust of wind blew.

Suddenly feeling a chill in his body, Zhao Junhao trembled.

The fifth face looked at him strangely.

Zhao Junhao exclaimed sadly: "Sister Yan, don't get me wrong, I took off my clothes for the sake of ......"

Just when Zhao Junhao was still thinking about whether to say his purpose, Fifth Yan nodded like an understanding person and said softly: "Xiao Hao, I know you don't have a cosvestite. ”

No!

It's not like that!

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