"Xiao Ai," Jian Tianqi lowered his eyes and looked at her, and naturally reached out to help her wipe the sweat on the tip of her nose, and her tone was as gentle as a spring breeze in February: "Yesterday I said that I would come to see my mother together, but where did you go alone." ”

For Ding Ai, this spring breeze is simply a cold spring.

Ding Ai was so spoiled by the other party's spoiled tone that her sweat almost froze, she wanted to ask him if he hurt his head in the morning exercise, but before the words came out, Hu Lan's voice came from behind her: "Xiao Ai, you are back." I told you before you got married, live a good life and don't waste money......"

Hu Lan has always been soft-spoken, and such a tone and statement can already be regarded as a lesson.

Ding Ai was inexplicably trained, and his eyes seeking answers subconsciously looked at Jian Tianqi, who chuckled and said, "Xiao Ai is also distressed by her mother, in fact, it was not her idea, I insisted on buying it." ”

What to buy?

She hid her body in front of Jian Tianqi's chest and asked with her lips.

"Tianqi, good boy, you can't get used to her like this. You see, I usually eat well in this house, and I don't need anything like a dishwasher at all......"

Dishwasher?

Ding Ai's feet slipped.

She jerked her head up and looked at him in disbelief.

The man seemed to be pleased by her appearance, and even the smile in his eyes overflowed with some warmth.

Ding Aimo vaguely remembered that he seemed to have mentioned the matter of "I really want to buy one for my family" last night.

But what's going on with this man's mobility?

The keen man turned a blind eye to the suspicion in her eyes, and said softly: "Mom, don't train her, let her come in first, standing outside like this, it's time to catch a cold." ”

The corners of Ding Ai's mouth twitched fiercely again.

Hu Lan didn't seem to notice anything wrong, and hurriedly followed Jian Tianqi's intention to let Ding Ai in.

Ding Ai couldn't cry or laugh.

This is obviously her family, how can he make it like he is in charge.

It's almost nine o'clock in the morning, Qin Gehao went to school, Qin Muyun hasn't been home since that day, and Hu Lan is the only one at home.

As soon as Ding Ai entered the house, he smelled the familiar fragrance of millet porridge.

The taste was refreshing, and she couldn't help but take a deep breath, and her stomach screamed.

"Mom, how much is it, I want to eat it too."

"Yes—where are you going?"

Ding Ai, who was about to run to the kitchen to lift the lid of the pot, was stopped by Hu Lan.

"How to eat like this, you go to the shower first, change your clothes and put you on bed. The porridge is still ten minutes away. ”

Ding Ai scratched her head and said "oh" silently, but when she turned around, she saw the man looking at her with a subtle face.

She frowned: "What? ”

His tone was slightly playful: "It's a bit familiar. ”

What?

Ding Ai gave him a strange look, didn't bother with him any more, and walked towards the bathroom.

Ten minutes later, Ding Ai came out in a sundress with an awkward face, and the man who happened to pour water happened to face her, and the moment she raised her head, her eyelashes were long, and her eyes were shining.

Ding Ai has worn the skirt twice in his life.

One time was a dog day when Ding Ai went to elementary school, the power went out at night, the summer school uniform pants were wet and stuffy in the washing machine, and the autumn school pants on a hot day could heat up in the unair-conditioned classroom.

She had no choice but to tear the tag on the skirt of her summer school uniform, wipe the pleats pressed out of the bottom of the pressure box and put it on.

Another time, it was the phoenix gown worn at the wedding with Jian Tianqi.

Now the one he wears is still Qin Ge, and he is easy to buy and don't want it. Hu Lan felt that the color of this style was light and tender, and she was not suitable for wearing, and the precious material was made of rags and did not absorb water

So the skirt was finally lost to Ding Ai, who was responsible for waste recycling at the bottom of the family's food chain.

Ding Ai stared at the skirt and couldn't do anything, so he simply stuffed it back at the bottom of his box and put it next to the summer school uniform skirt that would never see the light of day again.

Because he forgot that his clothes had been moved to Jian Tianqi's house, Ding Ai came out of the shower and was a little dazed when he saw this light green girl's sundress.

Ding Ai hasn't grown tall since his sophomore year of high school.

Qin Ge is good, this girl is well developed, and she is taller than her. A few years ago, Qin Gehao was wearing clothes that had just covered the root of his thighs, and now he can reach more than ten centimeters above his knees on Ding Ai's body.

But even so, the two white straight legs were still mostly exposed.

The light green color makes the already cold white skin even fairer, and the light cyan blood vessels are wrapped in chiffon material, which has a fragile beauty that makes people want to destroy. The suspender style exposes the slender neck, and down is the collarbone and thin shoulders.

Ding Ai pulled the skirt that was still too short for her uncomfortably, and was a little glad that her Wing Chun practice was crooked and evil instead of fascia, otherwise she would have to be seen through by Jian Tianqi at a glance.

She looked down and fiddled with her skirt, only to feel a focused gaze fall on her.

That familiar determination made her heart startled, and she subconsciously raised her head, and bumped into the man's dark eyes in the air.

His face was as indifferent as ever, but that gaze was a little hot for her.

Ding Ai's face was agitated.

She chuckled uncomfortably twice and explained, "Isn't it a little weird. This is my sister's clothes. ”

She saw the man's Adam's apple rolling up and down, the corners of his thin lips seemed to be tightened, and the strange gaze stayed on her for a long time, and then she said in a deep voice: "It's a little." ”

Although he had been prepared, he was the person he cared about, and Ding Ai was still a little shocked by this.

But she's not the one to get tangled up either.

So he turned around neatly and went back and changed his body again.

This time she came out with straight-leg jeans.

Because it is a men's model, the two trouser tubes are pulled up several layers, and the empty trouser tubes are suddenly tightened by the belt around the waist.

The top looked like a relatively normal white T-shirt, the cuffs were wrinkled out of the dumpling sides, and it was also several sizes larger. Most of the front is tucked into the belt, which looks particularly funny.

Ding Ai is finally at ease.

So Jian Tianqi saw that the woman in front of her finally changed her body with a comfortable expression, pulled a chair and sat down, and stretched out her hand to beckon him to eat together.

She was obviously dressed in a man's clothes, and sure enough, after a while, she heard Ding Ai continue: "This young man of my family used to love to wear, and it is indeed a little bigger." Don't stare at me, sit down. As he spoke, he raised his chin at Jian Tianqi.

For some reason, her words made him feel irritated.

At the same time, men who are easily emotionally immobile are also aware of the strange ups and downs of their emotions without warning in recent days.

The corners of his thin lips twitched without a trace, and he pulled out his chair and sat down quietly.

"Mom, how are you doing?"

"Alright, it's been fine for a long time."

"I'll show you again......"

Ding Ai naturally reached out to probe the pulse gate, and Hu Lan also handed it over.

A stab in the back.

She subconsciously went to see Jian Tianqi.

The other party really looked at it.

The light in his eyes is as plain as water.

Ding Ai felt a little taste from this blandness.

So she retracted her gaze, checked her pulse with peace of mind, ate breakfast, and then helped Hu Lan tinker with the dishwasher, and finally pulled Jian Tianqi to her balcony.

The sun has fully risen.

In Jiangcheng this season, the sun is always white but a little chilly.

Ding Ai propped up on the edge of the balcony with one hand, and easily crossed the balcony and sat on the edge of the balcony with one force, most of his butt hanging in the air.

She shook her legs freely, turned to look at the unmoved man behind her, and her eyes were a little playful: "How much do you know?" ”

He looked at her, his gaze calm, and his expression remained unchanged: "What." ”

"Nothing." She smiled as if she was playing a dumb riddle with him, and said, "It's my mother's illness." ”

"Mom told me that I had eaten something bad."

"Well, it's strange to say, obviously I ate exactly the same as my mother the day before."

On the balcony, the two were speechless for a while.

Ding Ai watched him without a trace.

Does he know his identity?

She had just revealed herself in front of him, and he was unmoved.

The man was hiding too deeply. With her way, she may not be able to see through him. Why don't you let the four uncles try it? She couldn't help but think in her heart.