The man smiled innocently.

Jiang Jiu looked at him a few times, and then looked away, "I'll go upstairs and take a look at Irene." ”

"What is there to look at Erin......" The man opened his voice slowly, and his tone sounded very lazy.

Jiang Jiu ignored him, bypassed the sofa, and fled upstairs.

Behind him came a low chuckle from a man.

Dog man.

Jiang Jiu couldn't help but curse in his heart.

*

Erin looked fine, her face had returned to normal.

Just thinking of what Wen Xili said about her, Jiang Jiu felt a little more pity for this little sister in his heart.

What will Erin do in this town in the future?

I don't know if Wen Xili has thought about how to place Erin in the future.

She looked down, glanced at her plane itinerary, and sighed softly.

……

Maybe he felt that he had done a good deed, Wen Xili looked a little proud in front of her.

Jiang Jiu was too lazy to complain about his childish face, he was in his thirties, and he was not reserved at all, even the twenty-five-year-old Zhuang Jiazhen couldn't compare.

Lunch was a Chinese meal made by Wen Xili, with three dishes and one soup, and cooked rice.

To be honest, he is indeed an all-rounder, he learns everything quickly, even ordinary home-cooked food, he can make flowers, tomato scrambled eggs, and it can be better than what is made in ordinary restaurants.

- I don't know what's going on with Mrs. Wen, her son is so powerful, she can't even teach a special dessert teacher.

Jiang Jiu has never learned to cook, and she doesn't plan to learn it, but watching Wen Xili wash vegetables and cook, which is a bit of an eyesore.

Thankfully, she's gone tomorrow.

After eating, Wen Xili emptied the leftovers into the trash can and went to wash the dishes.

After eating ginger wine for two days, I felt that it was not good to continue to watch from the wall, so I volunteered to wash the dishes.

The man glanced at her and smiled, "You better sit down." ”

From his smiling face and tone, Jiang Jiu felt a subtle disdain.

Not convinced, she took Wen Xili's apron, rolled up her cuffs, and went straight into the kitchen.

It is a pleasure to watch Wen Xili do things, and the kitchen he has done is also orderly and clean at the moment.

Ginger wine puts on rubber gloves, turns on the faucet, and washes used dishes.

The man paced through the door, looked at her back for a moment, and then chuckled.

"What?"

She frowned and looked at him with disgust.

"You look a bit like a good wife and mother now."

Jiang Jiu was stimulated by the words "good wife and good mother".

"Get out." She wasn't angry, "Don't get in the way over there." ”

It's a lot of talk, but ginger wine is obviously not good.

There was too much dish soap, the foam overflowed, the neat sink piled up bubbles like snowdrifts, and the ginger wine fished the dishes out of the foam pile, his fingers slipped, and he dropped a bowl.

"Poof." Behind him came the man's low laughter.

A hint of blush appeared on Ginger's fair face.

She was slightly annoyed and angry, turned her head and glared at him fiercely: "Are you finished?" ”

The man walked over while laughing, helped her pin the broken hair on her cheek behind her ear, and looked at her beautiful little face, "Okay, I'll do it." You go to see TV. ”

"Don't."

Ginger wine has its own stubbornness.

Wen Xili didn't know why, but when she said this, he laughed even harder.

Jiang Jiu became more and more annoyed and embarrassed by his laughter, and stepped on his feet with slippers, laughing at his fart!

"Okay, I won't laugh anymore."