"It's me who is wrong, knowing that Gillian forgot what happened before."

"It's not your fault, then I'm busy, I won't bother you."

Later, in the chat with An Nanzhi, Yan Jiao learned that this copy of books can also make money, and now she still has to rely on this An Nanzhi to live, so she shouldn't delay him to make money.

After Yan Jiao flipped through the book for a while, she felt that she had a hard time reading the content of this book, and the whole article was full of people who knew it, and she was dizzy when she read it.

"Where's the clothes inside the Tsuno?"

Just buy her a coat and come back? You can't let her have a vacuum in her, right?

"What?"

An Nanzhi, who was copying books, heard Yan Jiao's words, and he didn't react for a while.

"It's just a belly pocket that you wear, didn't you buy it?"

She thought it was a package.

"This, this ......"

Hearing this, An Nanzhi was so frightened that he almost didn't splash the ink on the copied book, and his ears burned badly, he was a big man, and he had made a lot of determination to be able to muster up the courage to buy clothes for women, and the outer clothes were just enough, but how could he be embarrassed to buy close-fitting clothes.

Seeing his hesitation, his face was like a tomato, and he knew that he was embarrassed, and Yan Jiao saw that he had bought extra cloth back, so she didn't embarrass him at this time.

"That's it! That's it! I'll do the rest myself. ”

It's very rare for him to take this step, and he just happens to have an idea in his head.

An Nanzhi was relieved to see that she was not embarrassing him.

Then I saw this Yan Jiao ask him for scissors and needlework, fortunately, he often sews and mends clothes on weekdays, this needle and thread is there, but she is afraid that it is not good for her to make underwear in front of him, a foreign man?

"That Gillian girl, otherwise you would still have a room, how inappropriate you are in my room."

And she didn't shy away from it at all?

"Isn't it that you haven't slept yet, besides, your room is more spacious, and it's easier to find things when the time comes."

In fact, what Yan Jiao didn't say was that the side room had not been inhabited for many years, and there was a big smell of dampness, she let the room disperse the smell, and she would go back for a while, and besides, the side room was very small, with a backlight, and it was very dark, even if the candles were lit, the light was not very good.

An Nanzhi: ......

But he felt very uncomfortable, and it was really unruly for this lonely man and widow to be in the same room or something.

Looking at the way he wanted to speak several times and stopped, Yan Jiaoxiang also knew that he wanted to drive her out, but when she thought that the light was dim and easy to hurt her eyes, she didn't see it.

An Nanzhi has lived for eighteen years, and he has never seen a woman with such thick skin, sitting in place solemnly, not daring to look at it.

And Yan Jiao always felt that she was like she was born to make clothes, in the absence of a ruler, she just used her hands to make a gesture, and took the scissors and clicked to do it.

The atmosphere in the room was very strange, one was sitting without squinting and copying a book, and the other was sitting with a needle and thread at will, and no one opened a mouth during the whole process.

Until late at night, Yan Jiao felt that her neck was a little sore, she stopped what she was doing and pinched her neck.

"What time is this?"

"It's already past the hour, Miss Gillian is late at night, or you should go back and rest first."

In the past, An Nanzhi went to bed early, but today there has been one more person in the room, and he insisted until this time, and now he is also sleepy and pinched his eyebrows, and put down the pen in his hand.

"Ahh It's been this hour.,It's time to rest.,Just what I want to do is done.,I didn't expect me to be hands-on for a long time.,This craft is still pretty good.。 ”

After saying this, Yan Jiao was quite satisfied with her work and showed it in her hand.

And after An Nanzhi's afterglow drifted inadvertently, he asked with some curiosity:

"Gillian girl, what are you holding in your hand? I look at how strange it is. ”

"Isn't this just underwear, it's close-fitting, don't you wear underwear on weekdays?"

Yan Jiao looked like he was rare and weird, and after An Nanzhi reacted later, he only felt as hot as being thrown into a pot to cook, and his voice stammered even more.

"Ah, Gillian girl, how can you say such frivolous words."

Is she really a woman?

"Why am I frivolous? Didn't you ask me first? I'm just answering your question, huh? ”

What did she say wrong? Why is this scholar blushing again? And what kind of eyes did he have, how could he look at her like a hooligan?

"You, you ......"

An Nanzhi has been with you for a long time, but you haven't been able to say a complete sentence, and I don't know if you are ashamed or angry.

And Yan Jiao also seemed to react, as if the clothes worn by the people here were not the same as what she thought in her mind, just like she had not been used to wearing belly pockets in the past three years.

"In order to repay you, I'll make you a few pairs of underwear another day, and you tell me the size."

"Dirty! You you go out! ”

When An Nanzhi heard this, he held back such a sentence for a long time, and blasted this Yan Jiao out with a red face, in his opinion, Yan Jiao's words were lighter than him.

"It's not the one I have one last word, you let me finish! Do you prefer to wear flat corners or triangles? ”

Without waiting for An Nanzhi's words, Yan Jiao was pushed out of the door, only to hear the door slam shut, which shows that An Nanzhi is very angry at this time.

"What's the matter with you, scholar? I'm kind enough to help you make clothes, why are you still angry? ”

Yan Jiao also felt that An Nanzhi was a little inexplicable when he was angry, and she didn't know where she had provoked him.

What Yan Jiao didn't know was that things like men's underwear were usually purchased by his wife, or he made them himself, so An Nanzhi would feel that she was slighting him at this time.

However, Yan Jiao didn't continue to get to the bottom of it, thinking in her heart that maybe this scholar was too pedantic and couldn't accept her more straightforward words, so maybe she would be angry tomorrow.

The next day, when An Nanzhi came back from the school for lunch, he saw the clothes hanging in the yard of his house, and his face turned red all of a sudden.

I saw that the clothes he lent to Yan Jiao were now hanging together with the underwear she made, and he was so ashamed that he didn't care if the clothes were dry, and hurriedly put them into the house.

"Got it back? By the way, I just dried this dress, and it hasn't dried yet, what are you doing when you collect it? Take it out and let it dry. ”

"You—how can you hang my clothes with your clothes, Gillian girl, do you really not know what this shame is?"

When An Nanzhi said this, her excited body trembled slightly, whose woman is like her, hanging her underwear outside at will, if this is seen by outsiders, or stolen, does she want her innocence!

And why did she hang his clothes with her underwear? Isn't this just misleading?