The flickering light hit the two men in the living room.

The man slammed the woman against the wall, pinched his waist and red eyes, and screamed hysterically, "You say! What is he better than me? Is it better than me, better than me, richer than me, or better for you than me? ”

"You say!"

"XXX, do you have a heart?! I can even give you my life! How dare you, how dare you......"

Jin Yao's eyelids jumped.

didn't seem to understand why there was such a saliva-and-bloody plot, so he stared at it silently for a long time.

Then he turned his face to look at the little girl on the sofa.

Thoughtfully.

"Like this?"

Nan Zhao: "......"

Not really.

The film is played randomly on the channel.

She doesn't pick and choose when she watches films.

The previous plot is obviously quite normal, but Jin Yao's return was too coincidental, and it sublimated a lot at once.

Nan Zhao pursed his lips in embarrassment, knowing that if he pressed pause at this time, it would be no different from wanting to cover Mizhang, and it would be even more embarrassing.

The two looked at each other for a long time and were silent.

Jin Yao was half-leaning against the wall, looking at her with a blank look in his eyes.

His dark eyes were covered with deep mist, and he seemed to be still pondering the preferences of a girl of his age.

"Brother Jin Yao."

Jin Yao retracted his thoughts and responded nonchalantly, "Huh? ”

“……”

Finally defeated, Nan Zhao stiffly lowered his voice and smiled unnaturally, "That, you're back." ”

Why so early!

Aren't boys of your age going out at night and playing all night!

The cramped and embarrassed little girl is like a rabbit that can't sit steadily.

"Hmm." Jin Yao took it into his eyes, bent his lower lip slightly, and a faint smile appeared at the bottom of his eyes.

"Have you eaten?"

“…… Eaten. ”

Nan Zhao's face was a little red, and he quietly aimed at him.

"Then add another meal and bring it to you." Jin Yao raised his chin and ordered the food on the coffee table that exuded a "seductive" aura.

I didn't talk about the movie again.

He grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge and leaned into the single couch.

By the way, put the extra Coke on the coffee table.

It is the aroma of barbecue and fried chicken.

Nan Zhao is a normal little girl, and she is at the age of gluttony and playfulness, and she releases poison late at night, where can she refuse the temptation of delicious food.

She swallowed, only hesitating for three seconds.

One more second is disrespectful to fried chicken and barbecue!

Nan Zhao moved reservedly and restrainedly to open the packing bag and stare at the food.

Looked at him politely.

"Well, do you want to come along?"

Jin Yao's cheeks twitched, and he couldn't hold back a low chuckle.

It's kind of a little conscientious.

A late-night snack that just said to go, coupled with the second half of the movie "She ran away from him and chased Tiangu blood, I still love you so much", successfully brought the relationship between the two half-acquainted "neighbors" closer by half.

On the morning of the fifteenth, the two ate a bowl of hot rice balls together.

Nan Zhao has no friends here, except for going out after dinner to get acquainted with the environment in the community, he has been nesting in his room.

Jin Yao would sometimes call her to come down and eat.

He got up late in the morning, Nan Zhao took the initiative to take care of breakfast, and occasionally took the initiative to come down to watch TV variety shows to pass time.

When inspiration strikes, I draw on the drawing board.

She didn't plan to take the art college entrance examination, painting is a hobby, and she was somewhat influenced by her father, not completely unbeneficial.

She has her own account, and she usually receives a drawing in the app, but she doesn't receive much, no more than three a month, and she works slowly and carefully.

The manuscript fee collected is deposited into the bank card, plus the living expenses of the two members of the family on time, Nan Zhao is also a little rich woman.

The first day of school is eighteen.

Nan Zhao got up early and didn't have a school uniform, she simply wore a sweatshirt, a coffee-colored jacket, classic board shoes, and a ball head, which was very student-style.

When Jin Yao went downstairs, she was biting on the fried buns and brushing Douyin, when she heard the movement, she took the time to raise her head, "Morning, Brother Jin Yao." ”

I didn't see any students at Elite High School when I reported that day.

It was the first time she had seen him in a school uniform.

The school uniform of Yizhong is not ugly. The style of each grade is different, Jin Yao is black and white this time, the sleeves are black, there are two white strips on the side, and the board is white.

The school pants are the classic version of the dark color of the public, with a white line on the side, not the kind of baggy shape, but the sporty style.

Jin Yao only wore school pants, he was tall, his legs were long, and his school pants were loose, so he didn't have a messy feeling of piling up on him.

Lined with a black sweatshirt, a sense of vitality is blowing in the face.

"Early." Jin Yao looked at her for two seconds, casually threw the school uniform jacket on the sofa, and took out a bottle of mineral water from the refrigerator.

He pulled out a chair and sat down at the table.

The two had breakfast quietly, and the bus stop at the entrance of the community had a direct stop to Yizhong.

At half past six in the morning, there were not many people on the bus.

Nan Zhao took off his schoolbag and sat down by the window near the back door of the bus.

Jin Yao passed by her and made a mistake backwards.

She put her bag on the empty seat next to her, holding the railing in front of her and looking out the window curiously.

Nan Zhao's home is in Suzhou, a city that feels quieter and has subtle architectural differences.

She held her chin and watched carefully.

When I entered the school gate, I was stopped by the doorman.

In the spring, the temperature still did not rise a few degrees, dry and cold, the doorman was watching in the security room, and Nan Zhao explained a few words.

She doesn't often speak Mandarin, has a little accent, with glutinous and clear, and sounds sweet. But when she switched to Mandarin, she spoke much slower.

This makes it difficult to hear the voice.

When talking to Jin Yao, it was not obvious, and the doorman uncle was not patient, and she was interrupted after saying a few words, saying that she couldn't do it without a school uniform.

If you don't let in, it's a violation of discipline.

The director also called in advance to report that day.

Nan Zhao couldn't get in, and gradually became angry.

"Uncle, I'm a new transfer this semester, and the school uniform hasn't been issued yet, so you can be accommodating, just let me in."

The girl folded her hands and had a flattering expression.

Uncle Janitor is cold and ruthless.

Jin Yao, who was leaning not far away, watched her on tiptoe and leaned over the small window of the guard's room to negotiate hard.

Occasionally, students who came to class pushed their bicycles in, and glanced at her curiously, and the little girl's face was almost red.

He couldn't help but look down and laugh.

Nan Zhao: "......"

She was in a hurry, so she brought her hometown accent in Suzhou.

Wu Nong's soft language, which is unique to Jiangnan, sounds annoying, but when the passing wind gets into his ears, it is a bit like a coquette, "Brother Jin Yao!" You're still laughing, help me talk about ......."

He chuckled, "Well, help you." ”

Jin Yao actually likes to listen to her.

This tone is particularly cute.

Seeing that she was really anxious, he patted her on the head, and finally came forward to interrupt the doorman. The uncle naturally recognized him, and took the time to chat a few words.

The co-author is an acquaintance.

"Uncle, this is my family," Jin Yao pointed to the little girl standing beside him with a depressed expression, and said with a smile, "She just turned around, and she didn't get the school uniform, let her in." ”

The doorman is a professional uncle, "That's not good. ”

Nan Zhao frowned, subconsciously looked at Jin Yao, couldn't help but pull his sleeve, and asked him for help, "Brother Jin Yao......"