I really don't know?

Su Zimo glanced at Lang Siyu and saw her sincere appearance.

Su Zimo suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, it seemed that he really didn't know, and after thinking about it for a few seconds, "It's just a few people who disagree and are just joking, I didn't expect it to be so big that you all know it." ”

Playing.

Lang Siyu's eyebrows skipped a beat, and he said with a smile: "This game is too intense!" ”

Su Zimo smiled indifferently, "It's not too early, you rest early, and you have to go to school tomorrow." ”

"Oh!" Lang Siyu nodded obediently, and ran to the door like a dog, opened the door for Su Zimo and sent him out.

"That's right!" Su Zimo, who walked out of the door, suddenly stopped Lang Siyu, who was about to close the door.

"What's wrong?" Lang Siyu asked curiously.

Su Zimo curled the corners of his lips, "I remember that the student union reported to the Propaganda Department, right?" ”

"Hmm." After thinking for a few seconds, Lang Siyu nodded, stared at Su Zimo's thoughtful eyes, and asked suspiciously, "What's wrong." ”

Su Zimo smiled, "It's nothing to ask, by the way, you should go to an English cram school this Saturday!" ”

Lang Siyu was slightly stunned, remembering the English test paper with a pig painted on Su Zimo just now, he was embarrassed, pulled the corners of his mouth in embarrassment, and replied with a dry throat: "Okay, good night!" ”

"Good night!"

Seeing Su Zimo's figure disappear at the door, Lang Siyu knocked on his head in annoyance, closed the door, and went to bed.

――

The first snow of early winter fell one after another, and it was white outside the window.

Ben was still a silent living room, only to hear a squeak, and the heavy door at the entrance opened a crack slightly.

In the blink of an eye, a small head with a fluffy beanie poked into the house through the door.

The clever and cute eyes swept around the room, and seeing that no one in the room had gotten up yet, Lang Siyu suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, tiptoed into the house, and closed it quietly.

"Siyu baby, where did you run so early in the morning?"

Lang Siyu was slightly stunned, the hand that closed the door stiffened slightly, and after coming back to his senses, he hurriedly opened the door, turned around, and looked at Mo Xiaoxiao, who was standing at the staircase in white velvet pajamas yawning and looking at her suspiciously, scratched the back of his neck, slowly moved towards the living room, and explained with a smile: "Hehe, it's snowing, so go out and have a look." ”

Mo Xiaoxiao moved her gaze from Lang Siyu, who was wrapped like a polar bear, to the window, looked at the snowflakes sprinkled on the ground, and muttered suspiciously, "Isn't it normal to snow?" If there is anything rare, you have to run out early in the morning to see it. ”

Lang Siyu touched his somewhat reddened nose that was frozen, lifted his feet and ran towards the room.

――

It's snowing.

Gu Zhesi rubbed his temples that were a little dizzy, glanced out the window, got up and took off the black coat from the hanger, put it on his body, and walked out of the door.

"Young Master, you're awake."

Aunt Wang, who had just returned from throwing garbage outside the house, looked at Gu Zhesi who had gone downstairs and greeted respectfully.

"Hmm." Gu Zhesi snorted, his eyes unintentionally fell on the Yunnan white ointment in Aunt Wang's hand, and asked lightly, "Are you injured?" ”

Aunt Wang looked confused, "No! ”

"Oh." Gu Zhesi withdrew his gaze that fell on Aunt Wang's hands and walked straight towards the bathroom.

"By the way, young master, when I came back from throwing out the garbage in the morning, I found that there was an extra box of Yunnan Baiyao ointment at the door of my house, and a post-it note was pasted on it to make you remember to take the medicine on time."

Gu Zhesi turned his head suspiciously, his eyes fell on the ointment in Aunt Wang's hand, and frowned, "Show it to me." ”

"Oh!" Aunt Wang hurriedly handed the ointment in her hand to Gu Zhesi.

Aunt Wang, who was worried about Gu Zhesi's body, couldn't help but ask with concern, "Young Master, are you injured?" Strict is not serious. ”

"It's nothing, it's just a little bruising." Gu Zhesi explained lightly.

"Oh!" Aunt Wang snorted, frowned, and muttered, "I don't know who put the bottle of medicine at the gate so early in the morning." ”