"You obviously live with six people, except for the girl who dropped out of school, then five people live together, why is the bathroom closed?"

"Because the bathroom smells!"

"Uh-huh, teacher, Purple Sakura is right, the bathroom is very ...... Stinks, hehehe! ”

I'm sure you're a ghost, you bad old man.

Bei Ningyan, who is hiding in the bathroom, can hear the sound of talking outside, mom duck!

The smell of the toilet is so special! She couldn't help it!

After a few more minutes, the teacher decided that there was no problem and left.

When the teacher left the dormitory, the roommate quickly locked the door.

"Yanyan, you can come out, the teacher is gone, come out quickly!"

……

When I came home from school in the afternoon, Bei Ningyan took the bus home.

Why did the bus come in the afternoon, why didn't I see the bus in the morning, when I thought about it, she was deceived by Bei Qianhan.

When I got home, I found that I didn't see Bei Qianhan at home? Didn't Bei Qianhan go home?

After reading the time, I remembered that Bei Qianhan was in his third year of high school this year and was ready to take the college entrance examination, and there were still 100 days to go for the college entrance examination.

In September this year, she will be promoted to the third year of junior high school, and she will soon have more than 100 years to take the high school entrance examination.

She made up her mind, she wanted to study hard, be admitted to Yuncheng University in the future, live on her own, leave Bei Qianhan, leave here, and no one would bully her anymore.

Ahem! Part of the memories are over!

……

By the next morning, Bei Ningyan's whole body was in pain, and she and Bei Qianhan slept together again last night?

"Lemon Smoke, are you awake? Come down for breakfast, and I'll take you out later, okay?" "Bei Qianhan got up very early, didn't bother Bei Ningyan, and went to the kitchen to make breakfast.

That's right, this is the first time for the young master of Peking University to cook! It's still for Miss North.

Looking at the man in front of him, he is very handsome and makes people take a few more looks.

"Hmm...... Bei Qianhan, did you do all this? "Washed up well and went downstairs to the dining room table to see a lot of delicious breakfast.

Is this all done by Bei Qianhan? Why is it that all these things he makes are delicious?

"Well, let's eat it! I'll try my best to make whatever you want to eat...... Is it delicious? "Don't look at him as the eldest young master, he can inherit his mother's skills, and he can do anything!

"Mmmm, it's all delicious!" After eating breakfast, Bei Ningyan remembered something again.

How could she forget Xiaofan? He doesn't have any money on him!

"What's wrong? Lemon Smoke, why are you even packing these breakfasts? When Bei Qianhan changed his clothes and went downstairs, he saw Ningyan take a few lunch boxes in the kitchen, and then put the unfinished breakfast into the lunch box.

"Give it to Xiaofan! Xiao Fan just came to Yuncheng...... I'm not familiar with this place, I definitely don't have enough money with me, and I can't let Xiaofan live in a hotel! ”

"Ningyan, you don't have to pretend, I understand what you mean, do you want Xiaofan to live in the North Family?"

She only said a few words, how could Bei Qianhan understand what she meant?

"Bei Qianhan, I want Xiaofan to live in...... But in a few days, my mother and Uncle North will come back, and I don't know how to explain and tell them, especially my mother, my mother may also miss Xiaofan! And I'm also worried that you won't agree......" She was afraid that Bei Qianhan would not agree to Xiao Fan to move in, and another point was that Xiao Fan moved in.

Her mother and Uncle North are also about to come back, and what will happen if they suddenly see Xiao Fan who hasn't seen her for a long time?

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