Entering the entrance and changing his shoes, Tang Zecheng sat comfortably on the tatami mat and picked up the mobile phone charged on the table to check.

I didn't look at my phone for a day, and I received a lot of email messages.

There are adoptive mothers, and there are also younger sister Hui.

Tang Zecheng clicked on his adoptive mother's email to check, and the information was relatively simple, full of kind and caring words. Concerned about whether Karasawa Castle's life in Tokyo is suitable, whether a person can take care of himself, and whether he is sick...... and whether there is a shortage of money and so on.

His adoptive mother was very good to him, better than his biological parents who had memories of him.

Tang Zecheng couldn't help but feel that his predecessor was really lucky, at least he lived happily in the first ten years.

After replying to his adoptive mother's email, Tang Zecheng clicked on his sister's email again to check.

After looking through it for a while, there is no particularly important news, basically the trivial things of life encountered in the recent period, and what happened in school.

But as she spoke, her sister's topic gradually drifted away.

"Chengjun, in order to help you keep your bedroom from being invaded by Chizuru, I decided to sleep in your bedroom tonight, wearing your pajamas, and using your quilt."

"Jo-kun, my toothbrush has been hidden by me, and Chizuru will definitely not find it."

"Jo-kun, Chizuru snatched your underwear, and I swear, I will definitely take it back! Certain!! ”

Hui Zhen is perverted, more perverted than Sister Chizuru.

Through memory, I know that Sister Chizuru is a typical tsundere character, obviously a super invincible brother, but she always pretends not to care, even if she sends a message or email, she will be entangled.

Tang Zecheng rubbed his eyes that were a little dry and continued to look down.

Skipping these perverted topics, Tang Zecheng looked at the normal topic.

"Jo-kun, I met some local friends in Tokyo through the Internet, including students from Tokyo Metropolitan International High School, and I heard a lot of things from them that I didn't know before, and I don't know if it's true."

"Chengjun, I heard from netizens that the ramen in Tokyo will be boiled overnight in bone broth, is it true?"

"Jo-kun, netizens say that cigarette advertisements will never be seen on TV, trains, and the Internet in Tokyo?"

"Jo-kun, isn't it possible to turn off the sound of all mobile phones in Tokyo that have a camera function when taking pictures?"

"Jo-kun, is the background color of all plastic beverage bottles in Tokyo colorless and transparent?"

"Jo-kun, I heard that monks in Tokyo can also get married?"

"Jo-kun, are there a lot of girls in Tokyo?"

“……”

Hui asked questions of common sense, that is, she simply swiped the email and wanted to get herself to reply to her messages.

Of course, Tang Zecheng understood, and after hesitating, he still replied with a few simple words.

And then

The phone vibrated wildly, and he saw the caller ID, it was his sister who was making a frantic call.

Looking at the caller ID, Tang Zecheng didn't know how to face this strange family, especially after the relationship between his predecessor and this strange family member was delicate.

After thinking for a while, he still didn't answer the phone.

then

He got up and cleaned up the room, sorted out a lot of garbage, and then took a simple shower.

After taking a bath, he was a little hungry, and Tang Zecheng was ready to cook a meal for himself.

I wanted to eat fried rice that I made myself.

In terms of cooking skills, Tang Zecheng didn't dare to say how good he was. But fried rice must be rated as five-star, and the amount is more than five-star.

After washing his hands, Tang Zecheng walked into the room and began to prepare the ingredients.

"There's not much to eat, let's go buy some after eating."

Tang Zecheng was chopping vegetables, planning in his heart.

Prepare what you need in advance, so as not to scratch your head and ears when you need it, and strangle the trouble in the cradle.

In about ten minutes, a bowl of fried rice came out of the pot.

In order not to let himself eat, Tang Zecheng only fried one bowl.

Delicious food is always uncontrollable, so it is directly strangled in the cradle.

After eating, Tang Zecheng cleaned the stove, integrated the garbage in a plastic bag, and carried it out to throw away the garbage.

If you live alone for a long time, everything will become a habit, and you won't feel troublesome.

But

Sometimes I still miss the feeling of having someone to help me clean up my room and help me with laundry and cooking.

Tang Zecheng recalled the two months of living with the long-haired girl, and the other party's careful care, and now that he thinks about it, it is still very heartwarming.

After throwing away the garbage, Tang Zecheng just turned around and was about to leave, when he happened to meet a familiar figure.

Mrs. Neighbor.

The wife wore a black silk pajamas, lazy and elegant, which made people's eyes can't help but be attracted to the black.

"Tang Ze."

The wife who threw out the garbage also recognized Tang Zecheng and smiled gently at him.

"Mrs. Fujiwara." Tang Zecheng smiled in return.

With a gentle smile on her face, Mrs. said gently, "Tang Ze, do you live alone?" ”

"Well, yes."

"It's amazing to take care of yourself at such a young age."

Tang Zecheng smiled modestly and forcibly controlled his eyes not to look around.

"I heard that you have a good relationship with my family Aoi?"

"Well, because I joined the same club, I'm a friend." Tang Zecheng pretended not to know and explained, with vigilance in his heart.

Obviously, the wife is inquiring about her relationship with her daughter!

"That's right."

While the two were chatting, they had also returned to the door.

At this time, a black sedan drove up, stopped on the side of the road, and interrupted their conversation.

"Mrs. Fujiwara, then take your leave."

Tang Zecheng thought that he was a guest of his wife's house, so he greeted him very politely, and in his wife's gentle smile, he turned around and went upstairs.

At this time, the back door of the black car opened, and the girl who got out of the car was none other than Aoi Fujiwara.

Entering the room, Tang Zecheng breathed a sigh of relief.

Mrs. is not something to fool casually, he is afraid that he will say the wrong thing and get into trouble.

In order to avoid getting into trouble, Tang Zecheng did not peep into his wife's house in reality.

However, whether to say it or not, my wife really looks good in pajamas... Lazy and seductive. During the conversation between the two, Tang Zecheng tried hard to hold back his gaze from sliding into the depths of the dark pajamas.

Hey, I'm going to have trouble sleeping again tonight.

It's all my wife's fault!

Just then, the phone on the desk vibrated again.

"Still fighting?"

Tang Zecheng picked up his mobile phone and looked at it, but it turned out that it was not his sister, but the phone number of the debt collection company.

Debt collectors basically make several phone calls every day, and through simulation, Tang Zecheng has long been used to it, and there is no nervousness.

He hung up with a calm face.

Then the phone rang again.

Tang Zecheng hung up again, and then directly blocked the debt collection number.

meanwhile

On the other side, the gangsters who were hung up several times in a row were directly stunned.

Eight grid tooth road! How daring this bastard is!?

Time passes.

It was already ten o'clock in the evening.

Tang Zecheng put on his shoes and prepared to go out to buy ingredients, and by the way, he went to the convenience store to buy some junk food, which can be eaten occasionally when he is lazy and doesn't want to cook.

Walking on the way to the convenience store, Tang Zecheng is also planning three simulations for tomorrow.

If there is a reserved route, Tang Zecheng wants to try what he has experienced before to see if he can go further.

However, it would be better if there were new routes to refresh.

Unconsciously, when he walked to the door of the convenience store, Tang Zecheng suddenly paused at his feet, and looked straight at the window of the convenience store.

With a look of surprise in his eyes, he blinked, making sure he was not mistaken.

The cold president is actually eating fast food at a convenience store!?