"Xiaobei, you're here." As soon as Zuo Anning saw the person standing behind the door, he immediately opened his hands, Xiong hugged Mo Xiaobei, pouted and muttered: "If you don't come again, I will blow up again." ”

"Fried? Where's the bombing? Mo Xiaobei blinked his eyes, and glanced at Zuo Xujie next to him.

Zuo Xujie received her gaze, shrugged his shoulders blankly, walked past the two of them, walked in sideways, and as soon as he stepped into the house, he saw Fang Yishui sitting on the sofa slowly sipping tea, and he suddenly understood what Zuo Anning said just now.

"Tut-tut, you kid, why did you come to our house again?" He shook his head as if embarrassed, but secretly glanced at Fang Yishui, and the two of them tacitly raised their lips and smiled.

Mo Xiaobei and Zuo Anning chatted as they entered the door, and when they saw Fang Yishui, they immediately realized what had happened before they came, and she patted Zuo Anning's arm on her shoulder as if she was soothing, "Are you because of Brother Yishui?" ”

"What do you say?" Zuo Anning glanced at her with an expression of "everyone knows it", and nodded in the direction of the living room, "That guy never forgives people in his mouth." ”

"That's all he does to you." Mo Xiaobei smiled lightly, "If you really mind so much, you can tell your aunt clearly, so as not to always make the scene so embarrassing, which is not good for you and both of you." ”

"I think I've told her openly and secretly, and people don't listen, and blame me for being cautious and self-inflicted."

"You really don't have the idea of getting back together with Brother Yishui?"

"Nope! No! In the face of her tentative questioning, Zuo Anning repeatedly denied and waved his hand, "What the hell is going on with you?" How many more times do you want me to say it? Maybe when I just broke up three years ago, I did think about getting back together, but how long has it been, I'm almost thirty years old, for me, the most important thing at the moment is work, and I don't want to engage in any so-called love anymore. ”

"Besides, I'm not a rag collector."

Mo Xiaobei pursed his lips and was speechless, and silently cast a sympathetic look at Fang Yishui, who was sitting with his back to them in the living room, and she gently slapped the arm hanging on her shoulder away, "Okay, the matter between you and Brother Yishui is like a mess, I don't want to get into it together." ”

"I'll go and see if my aunt needs help, you should obediently go and 'receive' the 'guests' who come to the door."

"Don't mind......" Seeing that she was about to walk to the kitchen with her feet raised, Zuo Anning hurriedly shouted, realizing that her voice was a little louder, she paused again, and looked at Mo Xiaobei with a slight smile at herself, turned around and walked into the kitchen, and the hand she had just stretched out was awkwardly horizontal in the air at this time.

Zuo Xujie had been silently observing his little sister and Mo Xiaobei muttering in the aisle, and when he saw that Mo Xiaobei had walked away, he shouted at Zuo Anning, who was still muttering to himself, and beckoned her to sit on the sofa.

"You two men are talking, why are you calling me over? I'm going to help Ms. Yang in the kitchen! Zuo Anning thought that as long as she sat down, within half a second, Fang Yishui would definitely have to block herself again, this beautiful weekend, she didn't want to suffer that kind of wretchedness.

"Come less! If you dare to go into the kitchen, our mother will knock you out with a frying pan! Zuo Xujie didn't say a word, and directly dismantled her temporary nonsense excuse.

"Ma, come and make us tea!"

"Tsk!" Zuo Anning pursed his lips stupidly, rolled his eyes, and walked over with a very reluctant footstep, looking at the empty teacup on the coffee table, dare to love this thing really just to ask himself to make tea?

"An Ning, you don't dare to sit with me, that's why you found such a lame excuse?"

As soon as she approached, before her ass touched the sofa, she heard Fang Yishui's strange words, she frowned, and immediately let go, secretly determined not to react to all of this guy's remarks.

Fang Yishui rarely saw her once, where was he willing to let the two of them look at each other like this without saying a word, the more she held back and didn't speak, the more he had to force her to respond to herself.

Runyu's eyes revealed a faint banter and imperceptible doting, he hooked his lips, and when he reached out to take the teacup that had been poured into the tea, he intentionally or unintentionally brushed her hand that had not been fully withdrawn, "You just make excuses, and you have to find a reasonable one." ”

"I've known you for so long, when did you go into the kitchen and almost burn it down?"

"It's your tea-making skills, as always." He clearly noticed that Zuo Anning rolled his eyes at the ceiling again, and when he realized that what he said could still affect her mood, the originally flustered and boring mood suddenly became a lot more enlightened in an instant, he took a sip of tea, shook his head with an indescribable expression, and said, "There is no progress." ”