Miss, you are my future wife

Chapter 225 Her Feet Can't Be This Smelly
On the way back to Shanghai, Yu Luying asked Xiao Yao: "What did you say to the priest? For 45 minutes, I saw the expression on Father Li's face, and I was about to cry!"

"What?" Xiao Yao said, "Is his expression that scary? I can't see it."

"Didn't we already teach how to confess in class?" Yu Luying said, "According to the Ten Commandments, the Four Rules and the Seven Sins, I will briefly explain what I have done and how many times I have done it. I specifically said not to have so many rich details, not to talk nonsense, you forgot all of it?"

"Ah...haha," Xiao Yao said, "Maybe, maybe you were distracted at the time?"

"Cut." Yu Luying pouted, gave him a blank look, and turned her gaze out of the car window again.

"By the way, you haven't told me yet." Xiao Yao glanced at Yu Lihua in the first three rows, then leaned close to Yu Luying's ear and said, "Why did you suddenly appear outside the door this morning? Knock on the door and come in?"

"I saw the missed call later in the morning, it's from you and my mother," Yu Luying explained.

"hold head high."

"When the two of you entered the corridor later, didn't you greet Shuyi loudly? I heard it."

"Ah? Ah."

"Tsk—why, don't you remember?" Yu Luying reminded him: "My mother also told you, oh, this little girl's appearance is quite clever."

"I remembered it, I remembered it," Xiao Yao said, "And then?"

"Then I hurried out the door," Yu Luying recalled: "Seeing that you two were already going upstairs, I quickly climbed up the ladder to the top of the building."

"ladder?!"

"Isn't there a ladder?" Yu Luying said.

"Do you dare to climb that ladder? It's so scary..."

"Then why dare not climb? You dare not climb?" Yu Luying asked strangely.

"It's a joke, why don't I dare." Xiao Yao said.

This reminded Xiao Yao of when he was studying in the county junior high school, there was a high iron gate leading to the county gymnasium from the playground, and there were many spikes on the gate, which was scary to look at.

One day, after he saw two boys climb over the iron gate, talking and laughing happily, as if there was no one else around, he was sighing to himself, "Young hero is very skilled", and then two girls slowly walked over.

These two girls look like the kind of quiet, obedient girls and good students, and one of them is still wearing a long skirt—Xiao Yao was thinking about how the two of them would get there, and then stared at them dumbfounded, talking and laughing happily , turned over.

Yes, that was the case at the time.

After arriving at the new passenger station in Shanghai, Xiao Yao, Yu Lihua, and Yu Luying's mother and daughter ate fried rice together, and then took a taxi to send them home.

Xiao Yao took the initiative to rush to pay the fare, and got out of the car with his mother and daughter.His original intention was to accompany Yu Luying to take two more steps and talk, but Yu Lihua thought that he wanted to go up, so he took him upstairs without any grievances.

Putting down the things, and chatting for a while, Xiao Yao spent a lot of effort, and only stuffed 70 biscuits into the refrigerator, and Yu Lihua asked Xiao Yao to take the rest home for storage.

Really... Yaoshou...

Yu Lihua saw that Xiao Yao had something to say, so she went out, tossing about something in the public washroom between the floors.

Little Apple sat on a high-backed chair by the dining table, with one leg crossed, and was talking on the phone with a flip phone.

"No," she closed the flip of the phone: "It's turned off now."

"Is it turned off..." Xiao Yao muttered to himself.

He took out his mobile phone and made a call. Sure enough, a "Hello, the phone you dialed has been turned off" sound came from the receiver.

……

"Don't worry, just wait and see." Little Apple peeled a small apple, comforting in a soft voice.

"We'll have to wait another 48 hours, and we can report the crime." Xiao Yao said bitterly.

After the little apple was peeled, Xiao Yao just opened his mouth to bite it, but Xiao Yao reached out to take the little apple very naturally, opened his mouth, and made a particularly crisp sound.

The sweet juice spread in his mouth, but Xiao Yao couldn't taste it at all, and only thought about what to do next.

A trace of bitterness welled up in my heart.

Little Apple peeled the second little apple again: "That, Xiao Yao."

"Ok?"

Little Apple glanced at the wall clock on the wall, hesitated to speak.

"Well, I know it's too late." Xiao Yao said "I know", but his buttocks stuck to the chair like roots.

"I'm sorry, my mother and I are both tired." Little Apple apologized softly.

"It's okay, then, give me a hug?" Xiao Yao stood up and stretched out his arms.

The girl didn't get up, she just sat on the chair and stretched out her arms reluctantly to hug him back.

Xiao Yao lowered his head to kiss, but Little Apple only tilted his head and avoided it.

"What's going on, aren't we all reconciled?" Xiao Yao was a little annoyed.

"My mother is here." Little Apple explained.

Xiao Yao didn't believe that the matter was so simple, but it was inappropriate to get to the bottom of it at this time and this place, so he straightened up sullenly: "Then, I'm going back?"

"Be happy," said Little Apple.

She put down the fruit knife in her hand, gracefully raised one foot, and gently took off the gray cotton sock, then switched legs and took off the other one.

Her movements are extremely delicate, as if she is dancing.With her slender fingers, the girl caressed the ankles of the gray cotton socks, which were embroidered with a cute cartoon bear pattern - Little Apple slowly took off the socks, revealing a pair of unusually delicate, white and slender ankles.

The girl carefully folded the gray cotton socks neatly, then held Xiao Yao's hand with one hand, and put the socks in his palm with the other.

Xiao Yao was stunned for a moment, and gently grasped the warm socks, as if grasping Little Apple's heart.

"Can you rest assured?" Little Apple pursed her lips and smiled, "Stop thinking about it, huh?"

"Well, thank you." Xiao Yao nodded, and suddenly wanted to pretend to be a B again: "But, I haven't scored 80 yet."

"In the next few days..." Little Apple considered his words: "Maybe I don't have time to help you make up lessons for the time being, so the reward of 80 points will be given to you in advance."

"What's wrong? Is there something wrong?" Xiao Yao asked.

"Well," Yu Luying subconsciously caressed her smooth arches with her hands, Xiao Yao only felt itchy and crispy soles of his feet: "One is tired and wants to rest for a few days, and the other is really a little bit of himself Things need to be dealt with."

"Okay," Xiao Yao said, "What's the matter?"

The boy asked this casually, but the girl lowered her head and stroked the soles of her feet, and remained silent.

Xiao Yao was a little upset—why, is there anything that needs to be kept from me?
However, he didn't show it.

Outside the door, on the wooden spiral staircase, there was a sound of footsteps, gradually approaching the room where Xiao Yao was.

No matter how I heard it, the footsteps sounded like Yu Lihua's.

Under Yu Luying's urging, Xiao Yao quickly packed up the socks.

"Auntie, I'll go back first—" Xiao Yao turned around and called.

"Ah, okay." Yu Lihua put down the plastic basin full of hands: "Be careful on the way back."

--split line--

Xiao Yao returned to the home where he had been away for a few days, and went straight to his daughter's room.

"Changsheng, Changsheng! I brought you super delicious biscuits, and I'll bake them for you on the stove——Huh, man?"

Xiao Yao walked around the room a few times, scratched his head and went out. He went back to the soap room, opened the small refrigerator, and desperately put dozens of sesame seed cakes in it.

Shen Jie has been away for a while, so no one buys vegetables, and the refrigerator is still quite empty.

After Xiao Yao stuffed all the cakes, he went back to his daughter's room and sat on her bed waiting for her.

...Wait, what is this?
On the girl's pillow, he saw a small envelope.

The envelope is folded from a thick pink paper with a lovely heart design and a row of delicate flowers on the edge, each decorated with a touch of glitter.

The pocket of the envelope was not sealed, leaving a slightly open gap, as if tempting to pry into the secrets inside.

At the edge of the gap, there is also a string of small beads, which are shining with soft light.These beads are pink and clear, as pure as crystal, adding a touch of magical charm to the entire envelope.

Xiao Yao gently opened the envelope and took out the letter paper inside.

In fact, when I was in school, oh, I mean, when I was in junior high school, many girls in the class also liked to use such envelopes and letter paper.

The stationery is made of a soft light pink paper with a smooth texture.Its periphery is decorated with exquisite lace, and the pattern of lace is composed of blooming roses, each of which is drawn vividly, as if it is about to jump off the paper.

There was even a faint fragrance exuding from the letter paper—it was a sweet floral fragrance, as if the fragrance of flowers had been integrated into the paper.

This scent of paper dilutes the vague smell of girls' smelly feet in the room.

Unfortunately……

It's a pity that the characters on the letter paper are dog crawling. I'm really sorry for such an envelope and letter paper.

It's almost like the third grade of elementary school-no, it was written by a child in the third grade of kindergarten.

Dad:

I'm going to the island for training again!
In order to prevent you from finding me when you come back from the countryside, and wailing there again, and using it as a reason to hit me when you come back, I really left a message for you this time!

You haven't been here for the past two days, and I actually miss you a little bit.

It felt really good that night and brought me back a little bit to being a kid.

So you have to make persistent efforts, keep working hard, and strive to always be a lovable little daddy!
PS My mother will come back anytime these days, so be prepared to welcome her.

PS2 is not allowed to complain about my words, do you hear me!Now people seldom write, you know!

Love Shen Tianyun

Xiao Yao was overjoyed, and looked at the Love two or three times back and forth, and even kissed it.

"I love you too..." Xiao Yao muttered to himself.

However, it's nothing more than ugly writing. In such a short letter, there are four or five typos, and some words that I can't write are replaced with pinyin. This is indeed... worrying.

and many more.

A cloud of suspicion enveloped Xiao Yao's heart.

Why does my daughter have to go to the island for "training" every time, every time there is an incident of disconnection with Shen Jie?
Is this really just a mere coincidence?
...Probably just thinking too much.

……

Xiao Yao sniffed the air with his nose, followed the source of the smell, and twisted a pair of gray short stockings on the sofa with two fingers.

The silk stockings are transparent, soft to the touch, and only reach the ankles, with some tiny yellow sand on them.

If nothing else, this is the source of the smell.

When stepping out of the mirror and stepping into the river of time in 2004, Xiao Yao raised his hand and smelled it.

This is not out of any perverted hobby, it is purely determined with a scientific and rigorous attitude, the culprit of polluting the air in my daughter's room is this, nothing more.

Then, Xiao Yao frowned, turned his head, stuck out his tongue, and let out a dry retch in his throat.

Admittedly, there's some exaggerated self-acting involved, but it's heavy, and it's true.

When Xiao Yao went out to run water in the soap room to wash his daughter's socks, his phone's QQ vibrated.

Xiao Yao threw down the wet socks in his hand, stood up, and pounced on the mobile phone on the gas stove like a tiger.

Then, he braked and turned back to wipe his hands on the footcloth that was hanging.

The teenager opened the phone QQ with trembling hands.

That flashing profile picture is not oO Shuhe Oo.
Xiao Yao's heart seemed to have been hit by a sledgehammer, sinking into the boundless darkness.

Drowning in the face of an angel: Are my feet this stinky now?
Drowning in the face of an angel: Don't smell it, I'll replace it with new ones for you tomorrow.

……

The news of Yu Luying made Xiao Yao burst into laughter.

Originally, seeing that the message was from her, Xiao Yao's first reaction was disappointment and even boredom.

The boredom is not out of boredom with Yu Luying herself, but just magnified by the disappointment after the illusion of "Shen Jie finally appeared" was shattered.

If so, this message from her is too cute.

Don Quixote: No need to change it, I like it that way.

Drowned in the face of an angel:. . . . . . . . . .

Don Quixote: I'll wash it for you when I'm done using it, and return it to you, and then you'll replace it with a new one.

Drowning in the face of an angel: don't do it tonight! ! !

Drowned in the face of an angel: Please!

Don Quixote: Uh, oh, yes.

Xiao Yao washed his daughter's socks, dried them with two wooden tongs in the soap room, and dried his hands again.

Then, he sat back on the small wooden bench among the soap chips, and began flipping through the address book and call records in his mobile phone, preparing to save himself.

……

Suddenly, he realized that the intersection and connection between himself and Shen Jie's circle were really too little.

When I was at the KTV that day, I should have asked for the contact information of a few more people.

After all, Zhou Xiaoying is a girl. Would it be a little offensive to call so late?

Or send a text message to ask.

Are you there?send.

Waited 5 minutes with no response.

After thinking about it, Xiao Yao still dialed the number.

……

beep - beep - beep -

"Hello?" A little boy's voice came from the receiver.

If it wasn't because Xiao Yao knew him, maybe he wouldn't be so sure about the gender of this voice.

"Hey, Zhang Zhengkai, are you asleep?" Xiao Yao asked in a deep voice.

"No." Zhang Zhengkai's voice sounded a little cold: "I'm watching the Asian Cup—don't you watch the Asian Cup?"

"I... just watched it, but I'm not in the mood today." Xiao Yao said.

"What's the matter?" Zhang Zhengkai let out a burst of hearty laughter.

"No, it's nothing." Xiao Yao swallowed a mouthful of saliva: "How are you...how?"

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