] to provide you with wonderful reading. Chapter 132: Give her everything she can give

"Idiot, are you stupid, you will do whatever he tells you to do!" Yan Xiaocheng was angry and roared at Yang Yixing.

Yang Yixing's face turned a little pale, looked at her with a smile, and said softly: "Orange, Aze didn't mean it, don't be angry." ”

When Yan Xiaocheng saw him like this, where could he still be angry.

Stretched out his hand to pull him up, with a worried and distressed face: "Where did you kick it, did it hurt?" ”

Yang Yixing shook his head, and the smile on his cheeks was deep: "It doesn't hurt at all." ”

"Jun Ze Erlang, you really can do it!" Yan Xiaocheng turned his head and glared at Jun Ze viciously, picked up the pillow and threw it at him.

Jun Ze stretched out his foot and kicked it back again, smiling more and more proudly.

Yan Xiaocheng was angry, and wanted to say something, Yang Yixing pointed to Jun Ze's hand: "Orange, I'll go get the medicine, Aze's hand was bitten by you." ”

She turned around, didn't she, where Jun Ze had a tiger's mouth on his right hand, there were two rows of deep tooth marks, faintly bleeding, and he didn't care at all.

Where did Yan Xiaocheng think that his hand would break when he bit it casually, he felt a little self-blamed in his heart, and snorted: "That's because he deserves to be unlucky, who let him take you badly." ”

"What does it mean to be bad, Yan Xiaocheng, have you ever seen a man who doesn't smoke or drink?" Jun Ze pointed at her and snorted coldly.

"My man can't smoke or drink!" Yan Xiaocheng yelled at him angrily.

Yang Yixing's eyes darkened, and he subconsciously glanced at the cigarette butt that was thrown to the ground by himself because of nervousness.

"You man, you don't have a man yet! I'll see what you look for. Jun Ze walked up to her and looked at her condescendingly.

Yan Xiaocheng originally wanted to say that Yun Haochen would not smoke and drink, but just now I saw that Ah Xing smoked, Yun Haochen did not smoke and drink, and it may be a little hanging, and she will ask him when he comes back.

"What's your business, it won't be you anyway." Yan Xiaocheng glanced at him stubbornly, and his eyes glanced at the sky.

Lan Xiaojing couldn't interject, without the invitation of the master, she didn't dare to sit casually, just stood aside and watched them quarrel and quarrel.

Soon, Yang Yixing came over with iodophor and cotton swabs.

Yan Xiaocheng was too lazy to treat Jun Ze's wounds, but he couldn't stand it anymore when he saw Yang Yixing's clumsy movements, so he could only do it himself, and after detoxifying him, he took two band-aids and put them on casually.

Lan Xiaojing's expression was also a little strange, in fact, she saw it when she just came in, in addition to the cigarette, when Xiaocheng kicked the door open, Senior Jun directly kicked a bottle of wine next to him under the bed.

She didn't expect her male god and idol to smoke and drink, but men, it's normal to smoke and drink, and her father and her brother are very addicted to alcohol and smoking.

"Oranges, we don't smoke them every day." Yang Yixing lowered his head a little nervously, not daring to look at Yan Xiaocheng, but he wanted to explain.

"Tell me honestly, did Junzawa Jiro force you?" Yan Xiaocheng looked angrily at Jun Ze who was standing behind him, and glared at him fiercely.

"Nope." Yang Yixing finally raised his head and shook his head in denial.

"We just try it, this is a good cigarette given to Ah Xing, we will taste it, who smokes every day." Jun Ze followed the quibble, glanced at Yan Xiaocheng, and said in a respectful manner.

"Believe you, pigs can fly." Yan Xiaocheng pursed her lips, full of disdain.

Jun Ze Erlang, this bastard, will bring bad Ah Xing.

"You're looking for death, aren't you?" Jun Ze pointed at her, his angry fingers shaking.

"I don't want to smoke secondhand smoke here, it will shorten my life." Yan Xiaocheng patted her buttocks and stood up, walked over and pulled Lan Xiaojing, and walked away without looking back.

Yang Yixing turned around and looked at Jun Ze depressedly.

Jun Ze shrugged: "I didn't know she came so quickly, she slept until noon a few days ago." ”

Yang Yixing and Jun Ze nested in the house to play games.

Yan Xiaocheng introduced Lan Xiaojing to Yang Fan, and took her to the tennis court to play tennis with Yang Yixing's tennis racket.

Day by day is like flying, since the 20th of the New Year, firecrackers and fireworks have been sounding from time to time, and the neighbors are celebrating the New Year.

Yang Yixing left in the year 28, one day earlier than Yan Xiaocheng expected.

Her happy days are also over, a few days ago, because she was messing around with Yang Yixing and Junze every day, she basically forgot the fact that she was home alone.

Now Ziyang also left, and the meeting place was gone.

Jun Ze didn't come over because he was busy with the New Year, and she was left alone at home, lonely.

On the afternoon of the 29th of the year, Junze called her to ask her if there was anyone at home, if not, he would go to his house, and don't go back at night, and sleep with Junxian.

Yan Xiaocheng smiled heartlessly and told him that his father was at home on vacation for the past two days, and she had someone to accompany him for the New Year, so he didn't have to worry.

On the evening of the 30th year, Grandma Li next door asked her grandson Xiaohe to send a large bowl of dumplings, knowing that her father did not return, and specially came over to ask her to have a Chinese New Year's Eve dinner with their family, Yan Xiaocheng smiled and declined the kindness of the people.

Originally, Yan Wende was going home to celebrate the New Year 30 with her, but at one o'clock in the afternoon, the bureau received a murder case, the death was a female student, and he had to go over to take charge of the case himself.

The sky is gradually darkening, and the Chinese New Year's Eve dinner is called the Chinese New Year's Eve dinner when the family eats together, and it doesn't count as one person to eat anything.

Yan Xiaocheng ran to the attic with the bowl of dumplings that had cooled down from Xiaohe.

The sound of joyful firecrackers can be seen in all directions, and beautiful fireworks can be seen from time to time.

Rhubarb squatted at her feet, exactly the same posture as her, looked up at the fireworks, listened to the sound of firecrackers, sometimes the sound was so loud that she was scared, and looked at Yan Xiaocheng carefully.

She took chopsticks, gulped down the dumplings that had been cold for a long time, and swallowed them desperately.

Eat one by yourself and throw one into the bowl of rhubarb, and eat it with tears in my eyes.

It wasn't until a big bowl of dumplings was seen that she put the dishes and chopsticks beside her, trying to look up at the sky and not let the tears fall.

Rhubarb was also full, and rubbed her calves vigorously at her feet, as if to comfort her.

There was a sudden knock on the door downstairs, which was nothing compared to the sound of firecrackers outside.

Rhubarb yelled twice and jumped down the stairs quickly, excited to himself.

Yan Xiaocheng got up from the seat cushion in a panic, and accidentally kicked the bowl on the bed and smashed it.

Without shoes, the socks stepped on the broken scum of the bowl, and in an instant, the white socks were transparent, and the red plum blossoms bloomed.

But when I got downstairs, the knock on the door was gone.

Yan Xiaocheng hooked her lips self-deprecatingly, and the smile on her face was sarcastic.

What was she expecting?

Looking forward to Daddy's return? He said that he was going to handle the case, and he couldn't come back with Ben.

Rhubarb whined at the door, glancing back at her from time to time, and picking at the door with his paws.

Yan Xiaocheng knew that there must be someone outside, and they were acquaintances.

Walking in the direction of the door step by step, he opened the door with the last bit of anticipation, but the next moment he was stunned, and a line of tears slid down his cheeks.

She looked at the young man in front of her, bit her lower lip tightly, and did not speak.

At the door, Yun Haochen was wearing a dark red down jacket, with a thin layer of snow on his hat and body, holding a big plastic bag in one hand, standing there and looking at Yan Xiaocheng with a smile.

She snorted and looked at him strangely, afraid that what she saw was just an illusion, and she didn't dare to speak or move.

Yun Haochen looked at the girl in front of him, and his heart seemed to have knocked over the five-flavor bottle in an instant.

All the lights in the house are on, but she's the only one, what is this idiot doing!

"Yan Xiaocheng, let's make dumplings stuffed with pork and green onions in the evening, I bought fresh pork." Yun Haochen looked at her with a smile and picked up the plastic bag in his hand.

Yan Xiaocheng suddenly threw herself into his arms, hugged his waist tightly, rubbed tears and snot on him, and cried hoarsely: "Yun Haochen." ”

"Yan Xiaocheng, if you stain my clothes, you will compensate me." Yun Haochen looked at the girl in his arms, with a gentle and doting look in his eyes.

He was afraid that she would be left alone on Chinese New Year's Eve, so he secretly ran back.

He knows that Yan Xiaocheng, an idiot, looks stronger than anyone else, and she has no heart and lungs all day long, but she is also more sensitive than anyone else, longing for warmth and love.

Whatever she wants, whatever he can give, he will give her.

"Yun Haochen, why are you back?" Yan Xiaocheng cried enough, raised her red and swollen eyes and looked at him.

"Have you eaten dinner?" Yun Haochen didn't answer her words, but asked again.

Yan Xiaocheng wanted to win sympathy, shook his head vigorously, and said in a dumb voice: "No." ”

When he arrived at the house, Yun Haochen found that Yan Xiaocheng's socks were all red.

With a chill in his eyes, he pulled her to the sofa, half-knelt on the ground and took off her socks, only to find that there were blood stains on them.

There were several cuts on the palms of her white and tender feet, and she was still bleeding, both feet.

"What's going on?" Yun Haochen frowned distressedly, told her not to move, and ran to get the first aid kit.

"I don't know, maybe I stepped on something!" Yan Xiaocheng then remembered that when he ran down, he seemed to have kicked the bowl broken, and he should have been pricked by the debris.

Yun Haochen carefully took out the fragments with tweezers, applied it to her with a potion, and wrapped a layer of gauze, his eyes were full of distress.

He was a little angry: "Why are you so careless, Yan Xiaocheng, you have eyes on the back of your head?" ”

"It's dark, I don't see it in the attic." Yan Xiaocheng snorted, resolutely refusing to admit that her eyes were not good.

Watching Yun Haochen seriously help him deal with his wounds, his heart was sweet and warm.

"Stupid." Yun Haochen carefully put her feet on the sofa in disgust, got up and looked at her and warned: "Sit here and don't move." ”

"Then how do we make dumplings!" Yan Xiaocheng glanced at him strangely, doesn't he need his own help, he will do it himself, the great god is really omnipotent.

She continued to laugh flatteringly: "Great God, I knew that you were powerful, and you could do anything." ”

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