Zhang Jing heard that Yingxue was going to find Li Zihao, and immediately stopped taking the playing cards, and looked at Xiao Wang, this is terrible, how can I explain to Mr. Zheng when I go back?

Although there was a hundred reluctance in his heart, Xiao Wang still politely sent Yingxue to the place she said, at the entrance of the village, seeing Li Zihao waiting there, Xiao Wang said, "Miss Chen, Zhang Jing and I are waiting here, don't forget the afternoon." ”

Yingxue snorted, got out of the car and walked towards Li Zihao.

Also at the entrance of the village, Li Zihao's mood is incomparable.

The time to wait for the snow passed quickly, and it wasn't boring at all.

took Yingxue's hand and went to his house.

Along the way, he met several acquaintances, and Li Zihao naturally introduced, "My girlfriend." ”

Chen Yingxue's depressed mood finally got better.

When I arrived at Li Zihao's house, I saw Li Zihao's mother lying on a rocking chair in the yard, basking in the sun with her eyes closed.

Zihao went out for a long time and came back, thinking that he was inseparable from Yuewei, so he asked with a smile: "Xiaowei is gone?" ”

Mother Li didn't see Yingxue behind him, and comfortably pulled the blanket covering her legs.

Li Zihao looked at Ying Xue nervously, his mouth moved, and he didn't know how to speak.

Yingxue pretended not to know what her aunt said just now, she didn't want to be unhappy when she came to Zihao's house for the first time, and now, her aunt's health is not good, "What's the matter, let's talk about it when I go back." ”

Li Zihao's expression was obviously relaxed, and Yingxue felt that he still cared about himself.

stepped forward lightly and pulled the blanket on Mother Li's lap upward, "It's cold, aunt pay attention to your body." ”

Li Zihao's mother listened to the voice, suddenly opened her eyes, and saw Yingxue, and was immediately surprised, "Why are you here?" ”

Yingxue ignored her aunt's disliked eyes, "I'll come to see my aunt, are you feeling better?" ”

Li Zihao raised the things in his hand, "Mom, this is what Yingxue bought for you to replenish your body." ”

In front of her son, Mother Li didn't embarrass Yingxue, "Thank you for coming to see me, my health is much better, don't worry about it." ”

's mother's alienation made Li Zihao feel uncomfortable, didn't he tell his mother that he was okay?

Why is it still like this when I see Yingxue!

After Yingxue leaves, she has to talk to her mother.

Li Zihao took Yingxue's hand, "Yingxue, go to my room and sit, I have something for you to see." ”

Ying Xue entered Li Zihao's room, and her first reaction was that this room had a feminine taste.

In the end, there was no question asked.

Yingxue felt that she was thinking too much, why was she always cranky lately.

What catches your eye is the rows of awards on the wall, take a closer look, from childhood to adulthood, Li Zihao has almost every grade, as well as competition certificates, it seems that the mother who has always been proud of her son is a little proud of the capital, no wonder, always knocking on the side and saying that Yingxue is not worthy of his son.

Li Zihao went to pour water for Yingxue, and Yingxue began to look at Li Zihao's room.

Very clean sunny scent.

The single lattice sheets on the bed, and the quilt are folded very neatly, which reminds Chen Yingxue of a sentence, if you don't sweep a house, how can you sweep the world!

Zihao is also a man who loves cleanliness.

Yingxue saw a book on the table, the pages were loosely and half-open, thinking that the owner of the book often looked through it.

Yingxue opened, and there was a page of paper, which slid out silently, and a folded piece of paper, turned over, and it was actually a sketch.

After Yingxue saw it, sweet honey came up, when did Zihao draw such a picture for himself, his demeanor was very similar, but Yingxue didn't know what it was painted with, one stroke, very thin and clear, drawing her delicate face.

Zihao came in with a glass of water, saw Yingxue looking at the sketch and asked her, "

Doesn't the painting look like it?

Yingxue nodded happily, "

It's like, what strokes do you use to draw them?

The lines are so thin.

“”

Pencils, don't you all use pencils for sketches?

”

"Pencils?

What kind of pencil does it look like?

”

Li Zihao picked up the pencil clipped in the book, "This is it."

”

Then he jokingly said, "Why are you so ignorant sometimes?"

”

Yingxue stopped talking, just looked intently at the portrait Zihao had drawn for herself.

Li Zihao's mobile phone rang, and seeing An Yuewei's call, Li Zihao subconsciously looked at Yingxue, and then connected, "Hey,"

In a quiet room, on the phone, An Yuewei's voice was very clear, "Zihao, my earrings are on your bedside table, I forgot to take them in the morning, you help me put them away."

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