Jian Seventeen has never taken the initiative to express it, but everyone around him can see that he has a feeling close to admiration for Zhang Jinxia. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Jian Seventeen is a simple person with no complicated thoughts, he is not like most people in society, he likes to be with people who are rich, powerful and useful, and the people he is willing to be close to are capable and can impress him.

Zhang Jinxia and Jian Seventeen practice the same road technique, Zhang Jinxia's words and deeds on weekdays, Jian Seventeen listens and learns from each other with a mood that is almost worshipful.

But right now, this old man, who was already equivalent to a master in his eyes, suddenly turned into a murderous demon without blinking, and after doing such a cruel thing, he still looked like nothing happened, and Jian Seventeen couldn't control it and began to drill the tip of the horns, and he couldn't think about it.

Zhang Jinxia is more shrewd and sophisticated, knowing that this kind of thing has to let the bear child toss by himself first, tossing enough, tossing and wilting, and then call people to come with him and enlighten him well.

Back at Zou Yu's house, Han Sicheng and Jian Seventeen pulled Zhou Junrong out of the trunk, this person's face was not colored, his lips were pale and trembling, and he looked like he was about to vomit from motion sickness.

"Hurry up and get to the toilet, don't let him vomit on the ground!" Zou Yu was frightened, if this made Zhou Junrong vomit, she would have to vomit with her, and the disgusting taste that had been smoked since last night has not been forgotten now.

Zhou Junrong vomited as soon as he entered the toilet, and then the person went to the toilet again, Jian Seventeen looked at him, and when he was dealt with, he picked up all the dirty clothes on his body, and Jian Seventeen asked Han Sicheng to find a set of clothes in his cabinet and come out and change them for Zhou Junrong.

Han Sicheng met Zou Yu who came out of the kitchen halfway, and when he heard that Jian Seventeen was going to wear his clothes Zhou Junrong, he immediately stopped doing it, and blocked it with his arms outstretched: "No, absolutely not." ”

Joke! Zou Yu stiffened his neck and disagreed.

Jian Seventeen's clothes were all selected by her own hands, the most flattering person of Jian Seventeen, the wide shoulders, narrow hips, long legs, plus that handsome face, others are all bad when they wear these clothes, the good things of big brands, you have to let a handsome guy like Jian Seventeen wear them, and others can't wear that temperament at all.

Zhou Junrong looks like a human touching a dog, but this person's heart is black, his heart is black like that, where can he see it when he wears clothes? Can you compare Sword Seventeen to be handsome and chic?

Zou Yu was not angry in his heart, and pointed to the storage room of his house: "You wait, I'll go find a set of my father's clothes." ”

Zou Yu's father hasn't been back for many years, since Zou Yu's mother died, Zou Yu has quarreled with her father every day, and then directly kicked people out.

Zou Yu's father's clothes are still the clothes he wore at that time, and it has been nearly ten years, and the clothes have long been outdated and have no good style.

Zou Yu finally turned out a wrinkled high-necked threaded sweater, which was very popular back then, and it was actually quite lifting when worn on the body, but it was easy to spark when you took it off and put it on, a little prickly, the matching pants were the kind of velvet vertical lines, and the style was okay, the key was that the color was yellow, Zou Yu was shocked when she took it out, I really didn't expect her father to have such a taste for dressing back then.

When Han Sicheng got the clothes, he glanced at Zou Yu and turned to leave.

Zhou Junrong was taken out of the toilet by Han Sicheng and Jian Seventeen after changing his clothes, and pressed directly to the sofa in the living room.

Zou Yu was amused, hey, don't say it, as soon as this dress is put on, Zhou Junrong's entire Hong Kong version of the gambling stick on the beach has to be the kind of embarrassment that loses money.

When I got home, it was already more than three o'clock in the afternoon, and everyone didn't eat much in the morning, and at noon they were busy packing up their things, and now that they were really settled, they began to be a little hungry.

Fan Yingying got up and went to the kitchen to plan two dishes, but Han Sicheng pulled her and didn't let her move: "I didn't rest well last night, and you haven't eaten for a day, so let's call and order casually." ”

Fan Yingying didn't really want to move, and when she heard this, she nodded and agreed, and followed him back to the living room.

Zou Yu was in charge of ordering food, holding his mobile phone to rummage through the restaurants on the ordering website, and finally chose a halal restaurant, ordered all the special meat dishes in the store, and came with four catties of beef steamed dumplings.

Fan Yingying ate two steamed dumplings and drank a bowl of hot and sour soup, then put down her chopsticks, she has a little headache now, and she doesn't know if she caught a cold last night, or she was tired without resting, so she greeted everyone, went back to the house and took a good bath, then cleaned up and lay down on the bed to sleep.

Half-asleep and half-awake, she felt something furry rubbing against the side of her face, she rolled over to avoid it and fell asleep again.

After a while, the thing began to rub against her again, Fan Yingying panicked, waved her hand impatiently, and complained: "Huang Xiaxia, don't make trouble, sleepy." ”

It's really sleepy, I haven't eaten a serious meal and slept all night, and my brain is not good for lack of oxygen.

This time it was quiet, Fan Yingying sighed with satisfaction, and continued to sleep, the silence didn't last long, and it started again, the fluffy and soft things rubbed around, annoying, so annoying!

Fan Yingying sat up from the bed, she was so angry that she forgot to turn on the bedside lamp, and reached out to grab the pillow, the place where her hand touched was indeed hairy, she skillfully stretched out her fingers to grab the fur, and swished, and threw it out.

Meow exclaimed.

Fan Yingying was stunned, and it took a long time to react, and when she turned on the bedside lamp, she saw that the thing that had been thrown out by her was sitting honestly on the edge of her pillow, staring at her with a pair of small blue eyes.

Cats, tiger cats.

Fan Yingying remembered that she had such a pet.

Huang Xiaxia was lying on the other side of the pillow, her big tail covering her small face tightly, and she didn't react to Fan Yingying's throwing the cat in the middle of the night.

Fan Yingying stretched out her hand and patted the cat's head: "No, you just go to bed this night, what are you doing with me?" ”

Huang Xiaxia said through the tail hair: "Is there lice, it's tickling?" ”

"What?" The hairs on Fan Yingying's back stood up, and she hurriedly picked up the kitten and threw it on the ground: "You have lice on you!" Oh my God, don't climb on me! No, I'll have to send it to the pet store tomorrow to clean it up, it's horrible. ”

The kitten stood on the ground, still looking up at Fan Yingying, and her little expression looked very innocent and aggrieved.

Fan Yingying looked at it, and without any sympathy, she felt that she was a little itchy.

Huang Xiaxia got her head out of the big tail, looked at Fan Yingying, sneered, and said with a bit of prank pride in her tone: "Teasing you, it has eaten the ghost of the ghost fetus, how can any lice dare to drill into it, it was like that just now, it is estimated that it is because of the spirit jade in your body, that play means that it smells good, it likes it, so it rubbed it." (To be continued.) )