The group pet is three and a half years old: don't delay my mother's exam to Tsinghua Univ

Chapter 721
The house was in disrepair for a long time, and the water pipe outside the wall was rusted. I don't know how Fu Jingan climbed up by stepping on the crumbling water pipe.

"Hey, there is someone sleeping in your room? If he wakes up and sees me, the relationship between us will be misunderstood." Fu Jingan quickly turned into the room and noticed Jin who was sleeping in the bed opposite Tang Tang. bean.The bright moonlight fell on the small bed, Jin Dou was sleeping on her back, her feet were precariously leaning on the side of the bed, snoring intermittently.

Fu Jingan was sour again.

How many surprises does Tang Xiaoer have that he doesn't know?Sleeping in the same room with other men every day, huh.

"Don't worry, he can't wake up. I added some medicine to the water that Jindou drank at night." Tang Tang turned on the small lamp on the bedside table, and the warm dim light shone, and she stuffed Jindou's foot that fell on the bedside into the bed He covered the quilt for him again, and finally tucked the corners of the quilt.

Jindou made a comfortable purring sound in his sleep.

Tang Tang raised the corners of her mouth, like a kind old mother.In fact, she has always regarded Jindou as her younger brother. When she sees Jindou, she thinks of her two well-behaved younger brothers.

Seeing this scene, Fu Jingan became even more sour.

He deliberately climbed over the wall and came to Tang Tang's dormitory, and did not choose to talk to Tang Tang about business at the first time.Instead, he turned on the flashlight of his mobile phone and walked around the small dormitory. He carefully looked at the toilet, wardrobe, and bedroom.

Tang Tang raised his eyebrows, and was particularly dissatisfied with Fu Jingan's master's attitude: "This is my dormitory, do you think it's your own nest?"

Fu Jingan pointed to the closet, with an old mother's tone, and babbled: "Tang Xiaoer, this is a closet, not a trash can, so your clothes can't be neatly folded? Put them together in a mess, even if a mouse gets in, you have to use the navigation to get out. "

Tang Tang: "I—"

Fu Jingan pointed to the toilet again: "There is also the washstand in the toilet. The dust and dirt piled up are higher than the mountain. Don't you feel bad when you wake up and brush your teeth in the morning? You used to be like this. You are so big that you can't even clean it yourself."

Tang Tang: "."

You fucking jumped over the wall in the middle of the night just to scold me?
Tang Tang was about to scold back, Fu Jingan skillfully touched the quilt on Tang Tang's bed like an old nanny, and frowned deeper: "A thin blanket is still covered in autumn? The school has free eiderdown quilts to keep warm and keep out the cold. With your mattress, the sun came out and took it out to dry, it hasn’t been washed for several months, and it smells musty—”

"Stop, stop, shut up!" Tang Tang rubbed her temples irritably, even though she hadn't seen each other for 12 years, Fu Jing'an was still the annoying Fu Jing'an in her memory.

Not a single good word came out of my mouth.

Tang Tang sat down on the quilt and said seriously: "Don't change the subject for me, where did these 12 years go? You don't even make a phone call during the holidays."

Fu Jingan leaned against the bedpost, crossed his hands in front of his chest, and looked extraordinarily handsome in black, but the white bandage around his head looked extraordinarily funny.

Fu Jingan raised the corner of his mouth: "Tang Xiaoer, you seem to care about me?"

Tang Tang subconsciously denied: "Who cares about you? Zhu Bajie is narcissistic enough to look in the mirror."

Fu Jingan asked back: "Then you keep asking me where I have been for the past 12 years. You don't care about me, what is it?" Fu Jingan's heart was warm, and it seemed that Tang Xiaoer still had him in his heart.

Tang Tang was rarely sluggish for two seconds.

Then immediately found the reason, Tang Tang snorted angrily: "My mother regards you as a son, and my grandparents treat you as a grandson. They have been talking about you every day for these years. I, I almost forgot about you, It's a pity that my mother often mentions it in my ear, and I can't forget it."

(End of this chapter)