Looking at the brand-new set of toiletries on the washstand that had not yet been torn apart, Song Miaomiao had to praise Ning Jian from beginning to end in her heart.

I have to admit that the original owner's vision is still good, although this Ning Jian is a little dull and depressed, but when she met Shi Meiqi by the river, she also helped her out of the siege, and she offered to send her back to school when she met in the hospital not long ago, and last night she inexplicably met him and brought her home with a good temper, and prepared toiletries for her in the morning, and went out for a while and had breakfast.

I have to say that in all aspects, he is stronger than the childish Ning family, and he has eighteen streets and one alley.

After washing up, Song Miaomiao opened the door lightly.

A faint smell of rice came to my nose, and my stomach was unceremoniously rumbling under the stimulation of food.

Unexpectedly, his body would react so honestly, Song Miaomiao's face suddenly turned red with blood, and she quickly covered her stomach and raised her eyes to carefully look at the man who was turning the pages at the table.

The other party didn't move, maybe they didn't hear it, it's great, it's great. Song Miaomiao thought embarrassedly.

Ning Jian casually put down the book in her hand, glanced at the woman who was holding her stomach and moving cautiously, and raised her good-looking eyebrows.

He even wondered if the woman who was cold-eyed and full of reasoning last night was dropped overnight, or if she was just in disguise, as she said, just to protect herself.

As if thinking of something, his face darkened, and he said in a deep voice: "Come and eat, I should have been hungry if I vomited like that last night." ”

Song Miaomiao, who was pacing slowly, turned pale.

Spit like that? What kind of spit it into?

A vague memory flashed a fragment, she pulled his collar and said something to him provocatively, and the next moment her throat was blocked, and she spit it out at him regardless of it......

Song Miaomiao stood in front of the dining table, swallowed her saliva dryly, and didn't dare to drift in his direction.

thought that he had always been plump and handsome, meticulous, but he was pulled by a fat and ugly woman on the street and pulled by his neckline and vomited......

The sense of the picture is too strong, and it makes her shudder when she thinks about it.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, Brother Jane is really sorry, I didn't mean to drink too much." She took a step back with her legs shaky and bowed deeply to his position.

It's okay not to say it, but it makes Ning Jian recall the unbearable scene last night.

Although he is not a person with a habit of cleanliness, he is accustomed to a person's life has always been orderly, and the space for activities has always been neat and tidy. has always been a role model for others, and the children of other people's families in everyone's mouth have never thought that one day they would be vomited and coaxed by onlookers.

"Hey." He sighed heavily.

This tone made Song Miaomiao, who was standing stupidly on the side, frightened, and took half a step back as if facing a great enemy.

Ning Jian looked at the reaction of the child in front of her angrily and funny, and suddenly had the idea of teasing.

"What do you call Brother Jane, just call me Ning Jian like yesterday."

"Huh?" Song Miaomiao's right leg was weak, and she grabbed the back of the chair next to her so as not to slip to the ground.

What the hell, she called him Ning Jian last night? Looking at his reaction, the two of them had a lot of conversations last night, what did they say?

Ning Jian looked at the child who was at a loss and picked the back of the chair with satisfaction.

There was a sense of relaxation and pleasure in his voice that he hadn't even noticed: "Eat quickly, I'll send you back to school in a moment." ”

"Clothes, clothes." Song Miaomiao's hesitant tongue was knotted, and she couldn't straighten it for a long time: "I, I vomited, clothes, clothes, I, I'll help, help you wash." ”

"Sent to the dry cleaners."

"How much, I'll transfer it to you." She finally looked up in his direction, but her gaze kept wandering in his ears.

Ning Jian stared at her round face, which was obviously emaciated, for two seconds, and handed her the extra spoon at hand.

"Eat first."