Aunt Li was a little anxious: "Why does Miss suddenly want to live in school?" Are you used to eating school meals? Are you used to living in the dormitory at school? ”

"Aunt Li, don't worry! The food and accommodation are very good," she said when she saw that Aunt Li was still busy and said, "You know, I am already in my third year of high school, and I am nervous about studying, and I want to live on campus." Save time going back and forth and spend more time studying. ”

Aunt Li sighed lightly, as if she thought of something again: "Isn't Miss waiting for the young master to come back to see you?" ”

Jian Zhiyu shook his head: "No, my classmates are still waiting for me at school!" ”

After saying hello to Aunt Li, she took a taxi and left.

After Jian Muxi went home, he saw that Aunt Li was the only one at home: "Didn't Miss come back?" ”

Aunt Li shook her head, thought about it and told her about the afternoon.

Jian Muxi pinched his eyebrows, threw his coat on the sofa, and lay on the sofa: "That's it, let her go!" I'll see how many days she'll be out there. ”

Aunt Li was a little worried about Jian Zhiyu, and after hesitation, she spoke: "Miss, I have never suffered hardship!" "Though she should not have said that.

Jian Muxi opened her eyes and looked at the ceiling above her head fixedly: "Since she feels that she has grown up and her wings have hardened, she has to be responsible for the decisions she makes." ”

Aunt Li sighed lightly, stopped talking, and turned to go into the kitchen.

The living room left Jian Muxi alone.

He really didn't expect the little girl to really move out of the house when she said that she lived in school, did girls have such a stinky temper when they reached the rebellious period? Or is his little girl disabled by her mother, who spoiled her daughter and became a demon?

Headache, headache! It's good to move out of the house, and he can be sober for a few days.

He didn't believe that the little girl could survive a week without his financial support.

Maybe in Jian Muxi's eyes, Jian Zhiyu has always been the five-year-old girl who met a bad guy and asked him for help that winter, but even the weakest and immature little girl will grow up one day.

Jian Zhiyu not only persisted for a week, but also persevered until he happened to meet Jian Muxi, and had a good time.

That day, Jian Zhiyu got out of school and went to work in a coffee shop with Mu Sisi and Gu Zhi.

A little yellow hair, led by the leader, slammed a baseball bat on the table, scaring away all the customers in the store.

Gu Zhi and Mu Sisi were making coffee in the bar, and Jian Zhiyu happened to be standing outside the bar preparing to serve coffee to the guests, and the three of them all looked pale when they saw this scene.

Xiao Huangmao looked around the store and shouted, "Who is called Jian Zhiyu?" ”

Jian Zhiyu's hand holding the cup tightened, and his brows frowned tightly.

The two people in the bar also put down their work and walked out to block in front of Jian Zhiyu.

As half of the boss, Mu Sisi took the lead in speaking: "If you come to drink coffee, please sit, if you come to find someone, please go out and turn left, next door is a copy shop, you just need to send a missing person notice like a small advertisement, or go out and turn left and continue to go 500 meters to take the 251 bus to the police station in the district." ”

Their family has been open for more than ten years, and they haven't seen anyone looking for trouble, these are just drizzle.

Xiao Huangmao looked impatient, kicked over a chair, rushed to Mu Sisi and shouted: "Little girl, don't talk nonsense, say it quickly, who is called Jian Zhiyu?" "The teeth are too thin, and they spray the saliva on the face of Mousse.

She rolled up her sleeves in disgust and wiped her face, and her face was extremely ugly: "Uncle, if your teeth are leaking, go to the hospital to fill your teeth, don't come out and donate your saliva everywhere." ”

Xiao Huangmao was angry after hearing Mu Sisi's name, and he had a big voice without an image: "What uncle?" I'm only twenty-four. A stick slammed into the nearest table next to him: "Tell me quickly, who is called Jian Zhiyu?" ”