The home seemed to be at peace. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Because of the beating, Zheng Lan made an exception for the chicken juice silver noodles that Zheng Lan gave to her grandmother, and she was pushed in front of Zihan, and Zihan stood straight in front of the dining table, chewing the jujube paste cake made by her mother with a big gulp.

The noodles, naturally, were left for grandma, plus two poached eggs.

After drinking the rice porridge, Zihan pulled a piece of tissue to wipe his mouth. He staggered over to the water dispenser, took a glass of warm water, and took a painkiller.

The agreement with Brother Da Ma can't be canceled if anything, perhaps, his own image is indeed greatly reduced, but Ye Zihan can still accept this small injury.

Perhaps, there are fewer beatings, and the skin is more tender.

Zheng Lan looked at Zihan with complicated eyes.

The picture just now made her feel distressed.

The wound was large blue-purple, the surface was much higher than the epidermis, and the skin in one place was constantly oozing blood.

Look at Zimo again, sitting casually eating omelette-wrapped bread, and not forgetting to apply a little salad dressing.

The bread was bought by Zimo himself, so the exquisite packaging must not be cheap.

Zihan has never been charitable.

Although, now, she needs to strengthen her nutrition.

In fact, in private, Zheng Lan studied Zimo's shoes, and she didn't see her often wearing them, nor did she think that she collected them as treasures. is nothing more than taking this opportunity to vent his dissatisfaction with her and Zihan.

Zihan, who is not reasonable, added oil and vinegar like this, and it was clear that Zimo's heart was also hit, and in front of this table, Zimo's face was as bright as a peach blossom.

At least, it's the brightness of the winner, and it's for both of them.

Grandma was surprisingly quiet. Perhaps, because of Zihan's words, she had a moment to think.

"Zihan, did you see Zixin last night?" Grandma still opened her mouth.

"Zixin is very good, I drank all the chicken soup. I also taught him a few math problems. Zihan didn't answer anything.

"I don't know what happened to your uncle?" Grandma muttered to herself.

Zihan didn't speak again, she had to find a place to lie down, and then go to Brother Ma's beauty hospital.

Everyone can see that Zimo's mood is surprisingly good.

Leaving her seat, Zihan limped into her room, which was not a room, drew the curtains, leaned down, and slowly lay on the straw mat that had been placed in advance on the floor.

In my mind, I no longer have any evaluation or dissatisfaction with the people around me.

Since you live in a place where there is no reason, the best thing to do is to be silent.

It's just that the silence was taken away by her sister, otherwise, why didn't she call Ye Zimo?

Suddenly, she felt that she was really an empty leaf, perhaps floating from the north.

It's good to have such a feeling.

At the very least, rain on such hot airflow.

Setting the alarm clock on her phone to eight o'clock, Zihan began her brief brain break.

Soon, I fell asleep.

When I woke up, it was already nine o'clock in the morning.

Zihan patted his head and touched his mobile phone, but fortunately, no one called.

Grabbing a short stool, Zihan slowly got up and stood up.

This feeling suddenly felt very warm.

For a second, Zihan felt that he had taken the wrong medicine.

From the narrow corner of the wooden lattice box, Zihan pulled out a dark skirt.

Thinking about the fragrance of lavender in the beauty hospital, Zihan felt that he had to breathe a good breath.

Sitting there for too long, the skirt has unsightly folds.

After groaning for a while, Zihan still folded it again and put it in the box.

An unknown red caterpillar slowly crawled under the chest.

Making an exception, Zihan didn't use the shoes on his feet, but watched with interest until he disappeared.

The body doesn't seem to hurt anymore.

Standing up and striding forward, the muscles of the injured part were pulled, and it was still painful.

Small steps forward, it should be improvised, but don't wear a long skirt.

In the end, I decided to change into casual loose pants and mesh sneakers.

You're all set. After all, he just changed his clothes, wiped his face with a wet towel, and combed his hair a few times.

Glancing in the mirror, I couldn't help but be dumbfounded.

From the mirror, Zihan still clearly saw that Zimo was looking through her "Color, Eyes, and Looking at the Sky" with great interest.

Zihan was shocked for a while, but then relieved.

My sister just knows that Brother Da Ma is very familiar with herself, so what? There are many boys who are familiar with him, and they are all tall and tall, and their looks are not bad.

Zhao Hanzhang of 176 is the shortest, so throw him aside first.

"Ye Zihan, you are getting more and more vulgar!"

Zimo threw the book heavily in front of Zihan.

Zihan was speechless. The noble and the vulgar are sometimes just one step away.

Zihan hurriedly took the book, didn't raise his head, and put it directly into his handbag.

Brother Ma has always cherished books, and if they are broken, he must be very heartbroken.

Zihan secretly cursed her negligence, in fact, she also knew that even if she worked hard, she would be found wrong.

It was her first longest summer at home, and it was a little less than happy.

The home is not warm because she has stayed since then, on the contrary, it is more and more breathless.

Almost used escape to describe Zihan's mood at this moment, she wanted to stand in the hot sun to keep warm.

Only sunshine is the fairest.

After leaving the house, Zihan suddenly felt much more relaxed.

Twenty-two-year-old youth does not have to waste on the messy chores at home.

He took a long breath and spit it out again.

The kitchen window is the mother's thin and weak back.

Grandma sat alone on the couch in a daze.

Actually, I could have hugged them well......

Just because, I am too weak.

I suddenly remembered the shoes, yes, the money must have to be returned.

A hundred, no, fifty must also be given.

Lin Yue, even if you sell it at a low price!

Zihan reached into his bag and touched his phone, at this moment, the drunk must be sober.

"Hey, you are Zihan......" On the other end of the phone, Lu Caifeng's tone was clear.

"Aunt Lu, how is Zhou Ming?" Zihan still asked uneasily.

"It's still your child who is sensible, you say, why did I raise such an uncompetitive son, that girl is the same as her mother when she was young, she is lazy and lazy, look at that virtue, she is a little green-eyed vixen, and she makes my son half dead...... Hey, Han, remember what your aunt told you, help your aunt keep an eye on it! On the other end of the phone, the tone was very high, which shook Zihan's eardrums painfully, in fact, Zihan knew that she would say this, because Xianglin's sister-in-law was also like this.

From Zhou Ming to Qin Yuan, from Qin Yuan to his failed marriage, this middle-aged woman kept chattering. Zihan is serious about being a listener, so he almost takes detailed notes.

Aunt Lu was indeed an abandoned queen.

Zhou Ming's father used to be a very rich small boss, and he lived with a girl who was more than ten years younger than him for more than a year before Zhou Ming's mother found out, and after the quarrel, the two divorced.

Then, Zhou Ming followed his mother.

It's just, this time, why did you get involved with Xiaoyuanzi's mother again?

It should be said that it is indeed not easy for a beautiful single woman like Aunt Lu to bring up her son.

It's just that Zihan doesn't understand, if Aunt Zhou's obstacle is removed, can Qin Yuan and Zhou Ming continue to walk?

In her mind, her mother's pale and haggard face flashed, and her sister's ice-like expression.

She didn't understand, what exactly is the definition of love?