Picking up one is also picking up, and picking up two is also picking up.

Shen Jiu thought calmly, it wasn't because the young man called her sister.

She led the boy into the hallway, took out her key, walked to her rental house, and opened the iron door.

The original owner had no money, and the rented house was small and partial, with a 20-square-meter room, a bed, a second-hand refrigerator, and then two cabinets.

Shen Jiu took a dry towel from the shelf and covered the young man with his head: "Wipe dry." ”

The boy replied softly, and he tore off the towel that covered his head, and wrapped the kitten around him without wiping himself.

His eyelashes drooped, black and dense, fluttering from time to time like a butterfly flapping its wings. His skin was as white as moonlight, his eyes were standard peach blossom eyes, the tails of his eyes were raised, and he was a teenager, clean and bright.

The cat's fur had been half-wiped and slightly fried, and the boy's hair was still dripping.

Shen Jiu didn't look down, raised his hand and pressed his wrist: "Wipe yourself first." ”

The boy answered, put the cat on the ground, turned the towel over, and slowly wiped his hair.

His hair was curled, and he didn't notice, and lowered his head to wipe the water from his body.

His clothes had been soaked through the rain, and the boy symbolically wiped them twice, and then stopped.

He picked up the cat and looked at her with the cat: "Sister." ”

Shen Jiumei's heart skipped a beat: "Don't call me sister." ”

The young man was stunned for a moment, then he bent his eyebrows and smiled at her: "Then what do you want to call it?" ”

"No need to be called." Shen Jiu took the towel back and threw it into the dirty laundry basket: "What about your parents?" ”

She looked at the upturned hair on the boy's head, raised her hand to press it down, and when her hand reached halfway, she reacted again, and touched the cat's head instead: "You shouldn't stay here." ”

She withdrew her hand and opened the phone's call interface: "Parent phone." ”

The boy tightened his arms, the obedient smile on his face disappeared, and he turned his head to look at the wall to the side, and assumed a posture of resistance.

Shen Jiu furrowed his eyebrows.

She put her phone aside, sat on the edge of the bed, and looked up at him: "Don't want to contact parents?" ”

Shen Jiu smiled slowly: "Do you want to rely on my side?" ”

The young man looked a little moved, he tilted his head, and his beautiful pupils stared at Shen Jiu.

Shen Jiu tapped his phone with his fingertips and snorted: "Think beautifully." ”

She pressed a few keys and turned her head to look at the teenager: "Either you tell me your parents' contact information, or I call the police to say that someone has broken into the house here." ”

She looked serious, and the young man's eyelashes twitched, and in a panic, he touched his coat pocket and pulled out a card from it.

He handed the card to Shen Jiu: "I can rent your house." ”

Shen Jiu didn't answer.

She looked at the card coldly, and then pushed it back: "The room is too small to rent." ”

The boy probably made up his mind not to go home.

Shen Jiu glanced at him, pressed the phone screen, and asked, "How big." ”

The young man lowered his eyebrows and behaved very well: "Eighteen." ”

Shen Jiu smiled: "Eighteen, if you still have money, then go to the hotel." She raised her hand and pointed to the door: "Get out." ”

The young man panicked suddenly, he squatted in front of Shen Jiu, and his beautiful eyebrows raised: "I came out without my ID card, and I can't stay in a hotel." ”

Shen Jiu lowered his eyebrows, ignored his explanation, and asked again, "How old?" ”

The boy was silent for a moment, his head drooping, and his head hung like a defeated rooster.

He whispered, "Sixteen." ”