Jiang Ying opened the door late, she was already wearing a bathrobe, and when she saw her holding a stack of clean clothes in her hand, her eyebrows furrowed: "Something?" ”

Ning Qiluo handed over the clothes she was holding and said, "I got clean clothes for you from my grandfather." ”

"I'm in trouble." It was his cold voice.

Ning Qiluo laughed, and was about to shake her head and say that it was not troublesome.

'Bang-'.

The door was shut.

Ning Qiluo was shocked, looking at the closed door in front of her, a little confused.

How did he close the door?

Ning Qiluo raised her hand and knocked on the door again.

'Knock Knock Knock-'

This time the knock on the door was less banditic, and it was more polite.

But no one opened the door for a long time.

Just when Ning Qiluo thought that he would not open the door, there was a click, the door opened, and she smiled again, but the person standing inside the door had a very cold face, and asked her impatiently: "Is there anything else?" ”

The cold man had a mean face, this is what Ning Qiluo has always described him, and he felt that he had described it too much, but now, it is very appropriate.

It was as if she owed him millions.

"Clothes, I brought you, you can wear them."

He only glanced at it, then withdrew his gaze and said, "Trouble." ”

Then the door closed again.

Ning Qiluo: "......"

Ooh! Such a big shelf?

Ning Qiluo's little temper couldn't bear it, and she wanted to throw away the clean clothes she was holding in her hand, but when she thought that this was her grandfather's clothes, she resisted the urge to throw them away.

Grandpa said it was his guest.

You can't scare people away.

So Ning Qiluo endured it.

She fell back with her clothes in her hand.

Inside the house.

The orange light was reflected in Jiang Yingchi's eyes, and after a long time, his eyes slowly closed, and then reopened, leaving only a deep pitch black under his eyes.

……

Next.

Ning Qiluo was angry early, it was Cuihua who came to call her.

Cuihua had been meowing outside her house early on, and Ning Qiluo opened the door, with her fluffy hair on her head, stretching her waist. After stretching her waist, she half-squatted down, and Cuihua kicked on her hind feet and jumped into Ning Qiluo's arms.

"Cuihua, good morning."

"Meow~"

Ning Qiluo wanted to kiss Cuihua, but she didn't brush her teeth, and Cuihua was disgusted, so she buried her cake-like face in Ning Qiluo's chest.

"You dislike me too, hmph, I'll leave this afternoon, you haven't seen me for a long time."

"Meow~"

Cuihua lifted her fluffy cat's head as if she could understand what she was saying.

Ning Qiluo hugged Cuihua for a while only to find that Cuihua's feet were dirty, and she didn't know where she had gone in the morning.

She carried the green flower to the ancient shelf, where there was a water tank, and she brushed her teeth to scoop water in it.

Pull up Cuihua's feet, scoop water with a gourd to wet it, and then scrub it with the handmade soap next to it, while scrubbing and saying: "I don't like to be clean, and I like to wear stockings, you can wear it, the stockings are still white, and the dirtiness is too obvious." ”

Cuihua: "Meow~"

As if to say: washing is so much nonsense.

Since Cuihua's front and back feet are white, and her body and legs are the color of a tanuki cat, Ning Qiluo said that it wears stockings.

Wash Cuihua's front and back feet, and Ning Qiluo went to get a hair dryer for Cuihua to dry her stockings.

Lan's mother cooked noodles for her.

She got up early, she was the only one at the table, Cuihua was in her arms, she blew on the noodles, and Cuihua also came over.

Ning Qiluo opened her mouth to eat, and Cuihua also opened her mouth: "Meow~"