Master’s a Byoukidere and Needs Pampering!

She thought for a few seconds: "No."

Although he was very angry that he lied to her, but even more angry was that he had forgotten everything in the bathtub.

Xue Baoyi was still at a loss: "Why is that?"

I'm so embarrassed to ask.

She had no face and said, "When you know what I am angry about, come and talk to me."

Where does he know?

"Xue Baoyi."

"Yeah." It feels pretty good to be named so, he guesses like his uncle Xue Bingxue, he is a trembling M.

Fang Ideal couldn't say anything. He turned away from the beginning and looked at other places: "Are you serious when you said you want to chase me?" It's not that she is very suspicious, but that this guy has too many previous records!

He either took the girl to the hotel to play mahjong or took the girl to the beach to swim. In the roster of the swingers in the imperial capital, he ranked second and no one dared to be the first.

Xue Baoyi suddenly became serious: "Are you playing like me?"

I don't know if he is talking about fun, anyway, she never plays with emotions: "I don't like acting on the spot. If you provoke me, you must be prepared to be responsible. If you still can't take your heart, don't come to shake me. "

After expressing her attitude, she closed the window and drove away.

On New Year's Eve, the snow stopped for a few days, and the sun was out for a while in the morning, which half of the snow. In the morning, Jiang Zhi accompanied Zhou Xufang to buy some new year goods, mostly for food, and there were also festive small objects. Zhou Xufang also picked an orange tree with a pot, which means good luck and good luck. Zhou Xufang looked very appetite full of small yellow oranges, but the uncle who sold the tree said that the oranges on it were not edible.

She put the potted tree in the corridor outside the door, with red envelopes hung on it, and each red envelope contained banknotes with auspicious numbers.

This is the first time Zhou Xufang has done this, which is very strange.

Not long after lunch, Zhou Xufang urged Jiang Zhi to paste the couplet.

With long hands and long legs, he can reach the top of the door by stepping on a stool, compare the position with the door frame, and then ask Zhou Xufang: "Is it crooked?"

Zhou Xufang squatted on the ground, leaning on the stool, and tilted his head to watch the horizontal batch above the door: "The left side is a little bit higher."

Jiang Zhi lowered the left side a little bit: "What about now?"

"Sure."

Jiang Zhi pasted the couplet with black lettering on the red background, and turned around and saw Zhou Xufang opening his hand at him.

"What are you doing?"

She has a serious face and normal behavior: "I'm afraid you will fall."

Jiang Zhi stepped on the stool and looked at the little girl in a serious manner, amused: "This stool is only twenty centimeters high."

He is about 1.8 meters tall and can't fall on a stool measuring 20 centimeters?

"I'm also afraid of you falling." Zhou Xufang did not slack off, and opened his hands in a horoscope, ready to pick up people at any time.

Jiang Zhi stepped on it with one foot and hugged the girl who was stupid to help his waist: "Did you smear honey on your mouth? Jing pick up what I love to hear."

He kissed her on the lips.

"Jianzhi," she put her hand on his shoulder, "today is the New Year."

Behind her is the orange tree, and oranges of yellow, orange and orange grow on the tree behind her head. Because of the Chinese New Year, she wore a big red sweater, stood on tiptoe, and her clothes shrank up, exposing the inside. The sweater is also red.

She said she was dressed festively.

"I am very happy."

It can be seen that she has been smiling since morning.

Jiang Zhi stretched her clothes: "Why are you so happy?"

She hugged his neck and kissed his face: "I used to be alone. I didn't stick couplets, didn't eat the New Year's Eve dinner, and no one accompanied me."

This year is different, this year there is Jiangzhi.

He led her into the house.

A lot of furniture has been added to the room, and there are also a lot of his things. It is not as deserted as before. In her room, after he came, there were fireworks on the earth.

"We made an appointment with Baoyi at three o'clock,"

There is still an hour.

She didn't speak, her chin was lying on his shoulder.

Jiang Zhi was talking in her ear, in a low voice: "Will you go to the bathroom?"

She is very good: "Okay."

At three o'clock, Jiang Zhi pushed Xue Baoyi's game, and the mobile phone on the sink rang. It was Qiao Nanchu who called, and Jiang Zhi freed his hand to pick it up.

"What are you doing?"

There is a sound of water in the bathroom.

"Just talk about it."

Qiao Nanchu ridiculed: "Excuse me, something good?"

The sound of water is still ringing, Jiang Zhi has no patience to talk to him: "Don't say hang up."

Qiao Nanchu said seriously: "Are you going back to Jiang's house tonight?"

"Ok."

The answer was absent-minded.

Qiao Nanchu guessed that Zhou Xufang should be next to him, and to make a long story short: "I also have to go back to the old man for New Year's Eve dinner. You send Zhou Xufang to my girlfriend, and they also have a companion."

"I asked her."

Jiang Zhi put the handset on the phone and asked Zhou Xufang: "Go?"

She leaned against the sink and nodded.

Jiang Zhi put the phone to his ear and said to Qiao Nanchu: "I will take her over at five o'clock."

After speaking, he hung up the phone, turned off the faucet, took a dry towel and wiped Zhou Xufang's hands. Her hands were small and her fingers were very thin.

The palm is red.

Zhou Xufang lowered his head, afraid to look at him.

He smiled and kissed her hand.

Because Jiang Zhi didn't go to Xue Baoyi's appointment, he was nagging for a long time, saying that he had a wife and forgot his brother. Jiang Zhi was in a good mood and accepted everything as it was ordered without refuting it.

At five o'clock in the afternoon, he sent Zhou Xufang to Wen Baiyang's community.

When he arrived at the floor where Wen Baiyang lived, Jiang Zhi never went there again: "I won't go in." He gave Zhou Xufang the gift box in his hand, "This is a gift for Qiao Nanchu's girlfriend."

Zhou Xufang nodded: "Are you going back to Jiang's house now?" She was very reluctant to leave him.

Jiang Zhi touched her face that was blushed by the wind: "Well, the old lady is already urging."

Zhou Xufang opened his arms and held him, his eyes were full of dismay: "There is snow on the road, you must drive carefully."

"Okay." Jiang Zhi told her, "Don't go home by yourself after dinner, I will come to pick you up when I'm over."

Zhou Xufang said yes, and added two more sentences: "If your grandma doesn't let you out, don't fight with her. If you can't get out, I will go to Jiang's house to find you."

"Okay, it's up to you." Jiang Zhi stood in the aisle, "Go in." He wanted to wait for her to go in before leaving.

The door of Wen Baiyang's house was four or five meters ahead. Zhou Xufang slowly walked over, turning his head one step at a time.

Jiang Zhi laughed, and pulled her back to her side again: "So reluctant to part with me?"

"Yeah." Very reluctant.

Jiang Zhi bowed his head and kissed her.

It just so happened that a house in front opened the door, and the mother and son ran into each other as soon as they came out.

The little boy was three or four years old. It was just when he was curious and ignorant. He blinked and stared at him: "Mom, what are those two people doing?"

The child’s mother was very young and stretched out her hand to cover the child’s eyes: "Close your eyes, baby, don’t look."

The little boy was very scared and cried: "I just saw it, Mom, am I going to have a needle eye?"

Zhou Xufang: "..."

She was so embarrassed that she buried her head in Jiang Zhi's arms and did not dare to lift it up, he still laughed.

After a long time, Jiang Zhi left.

Zhou Xufang went to knock on the door of Wen Baiyang's house, thinking that she couldn't hear her, and sent another text message. After a while, Wen Baiyang came to open the door.

Wen Baiyang's house is decorated very warmly, with many small objects made by her hand, because it is Chinese New Year, most of them are festive red.

She is the most ingenious girl Zhou Xufang has ever seen.

"Happy new year." Zhou Xufang greeted him.

Wen Baiyang replied with sign language: "Happy new year."

Zhou Xufang has written down this sign language. She has a good memory. She can basically remember Wen Baiyang's sign language once or twice. She can also understand simple daily conversations. Only the complicated ones need Wen Baiyang's handwriting.

"I made tea, would you like to drink it?"

Zhou Xufang said: "Yes."

Wearing a scarf, Wen Baiyang went to the dining table to bring the teapot, and a few boxes of snacks, all made by herself, and the plates were very delicate.

Zhou Xufang took a sip of hot tea: "It's delicious."

Wen Baiyang typed on his mobile phone: "I made it myself, and there are many more. Would you like to take some back to drink?"

Zhou Xufang nodded: "Thank you."

She tasted a snack and it tasted very good.

Her good friend is not only ingenious, but also very good at cooking. Whoever can marry such a good girl is definitely a blessing for many lifetimes.

Wen Baiyang, who is ingenious and good at cooking, pointed to the kitchen.

Zhou Xufang stood up from the sofa: "I will help you."

"Then you help me pick vegetables."

"it is good."

At seven o'clock in the evening, the Jiang family arrived, and a few of the other branches also came. There were two tables in the main room with various nut snacks on the tables.

The old lady made two pots of red robe and chatted with the elders on the side. The juniors sat upright, listening quietly, or talking in harmony.

Just Jiang Zhi, who doesn't care about the rules, sits boneless, keeps his head down, and doesn't lift up for a long time.

Mrs. Jiang called to him: "Brother Zhi."

"Yeah." Before he looked up, he answered.

If it were someone else, the old lady would have been angry, and this little grandson would be reluctant to train: "What are you doing? Why have you been looking at the phone?"

Jiang Zhi replied: "I have something."

Zhou Xufang said that she made dumplings at Wen Baiyang's house and asked him what fillings he liked.

He didn't say anything, the old lady thought it was an official business: "For those who are celebrating the New Year's Day, let go of work."

Jiang Zhi returned to Zhou Xufang's sentence: Whatever you wrap, it will be done.

He just put down the phone.

After chatting for a while, Mrs. Jiang instructed her servants to clean up the table and set the tableware for the meal. In this gap, she said to the Jiang family members: "I have something to tell you."

Jiang Weikai sat on the right of the old lady: "Mother, say you."

Several juniors also listened carefully.

The old lady sat in the seat, dressed in a crimson embroidered flag dress, her hair in a bun, she had left the hosta, and she was holding a hand-warming stove in her hand. When I got better, I transferred all the shares in his father's name to him."

Before the death of the old man of the Jiang family, he divided the shares of the Jiang family into six shares. His wife and five children each had one share. Jiang Zhi’s father died young. Their three-bedrooms were always in charge of Mrs. Jiang. After Jiang Zhi became an adult, The old lady mentioned that Jiang Zhi would take over, but he ran to become the director, and the matter was shelved for so long.

Luo Changfang in the second room echoed the old lady: "It's okay, Xiaolin also has multiple helpers to share for him."

Alluding to Dafang's monopoly.

In a word, he threw the spearhead at Dafang. Both father and son of Dafang were silent. Jiang Wei drove into the officialdom and never interfered in business affairs. Jiang Xiaolin was calm and angered. Color, nothing is on the bright side.

Mrs. Jiang didn’t say anything about the big house. She only said, “Whether to go to the company or not, I’ll look at Brother Zhi’s time at that time, but,” his eyes swept across the crowd, he said, “Even if he doesn’t go, the company has a Don’t forget what is going to be reported by him."

Jiang Xiaolin and Jiang Fuli both nodded in response.

"Brother Lin." The old lady suddenly pointed to the eldest grandson, "I heard your father say, you didn't go on a blind date?"

Jiang Xiaolin's tea-drinking stopped for a moment, and he twisted his eyebrows.

The Jiang family has a deep heritage and still retains many old thoughts and styles. As the eldest grandson of the long house, Jiang Xiaolin’s marriage has always been urged. The older generations of the Jiang family do not advocate late marriage. They get married when they are old, and they must first become a family. It's a good career.

The eldest son next to the old lady spoke: "I'm angry when I talk about this." Jiang Weikai glared at Nizi, "This kid, let go of the pigeons, so I have no face to see President Zhang."

The other party is the banker’s daughter. She has seen it by Mrs. Jiang. She is also superb. She has good manners and manners. She asked the eldest grandson: "Is not satisfied with that Miss Zhang?"

Jiang Xiaolin didn't say anything: "It's not in a hurry." He wore a formal suit, looked at the gentle and steady, and lightly threw the topic to the opposite person, "Five aunts haven't married yet. It's too early for me to get married. Now."

Jiangweier: "..."

She smashed a peanut in her hand. Like Jiang Zhi, she was also the most unobtrusive little ancestor in the family: "What's up with me!" Liang swishly glanced at Jiang Xiaolin, "Lin brother, don't you Kind, draw the fire on me."

Jiang Xiaolin smiled without saying a word.

At this time, the second child, Jiang Weili, took the conversation, as if jokingly, and said seriously: "Brother Lin is right, Well, I think the Xue family's third child is not bad, why don't you try everything."

What the Xue family's youngest meant to Jiang Weier, the elders looked at them, and they felt like Mingjing.

Jiang Weier was not happy that his personal affairs were put on the surface, and he became a little angry: "What are you doing for the New Year? Can you still eat well?"

Mrs. Jiang stopped the topic and ordered the servants to have a meal.

Before taking a few mouthfuls, Jiang Zhi began to cough. After coughing, he languidly leaned back on the chair.

Seeing his red cheeks, Mrs. Jiang was very worried: "Is not feeling well?"

There was a little damp in his eyes, his ears were red from coughing, and his face was also colored, but his lips were a little pale, and he weakly replied to the old lady's words: "It's cold and a little sleepy."

The old lady hurriedly said: "Then you go and rest first, and I will have dinner brought to your house."

"Don't serve it, I can't eat it." He propped up and wrapped his thick coat tightly. "I'm going to bed. I will put the firecrackers away later, don't bother me."

The old lady agreed and sent him back to the house.

"Cough cough cough cough cough..."

He coughed as he walked, his hands hanging on both sides curled slightly, his fingertips were red, and there were looming blue veins under his white skin.

An elder of the side branch hesitated to say, "Brother Zhi'er this body--"

Without finishing speaking, Mrs. Jiang turned back with a look in her eyes.

Jiang Zhi, who was ‘bad’, returned to the room, closed the door, and sent Zhou Xufang to WeChat.

Fangbao boyfriend: "Have you finished eating?"

Zhou Xufang returned quickly.

The ancestor of Fangbao: "Not yet."

Fangbao's young ancestor: "White Poplar made a lot of dishes."

The ancestor of Fangbao: "How about you, have you eaten yet?"

Fangbao boyfriend: "I don't have any appetite, I want to see you." To the Jiang family, he couldn't eat, and his thoughts were like hornet's nest.

The ancestor of Fangbao: "Can you come out?"

Jiang Zhi walked to the door, and after listening to the movement, he returned to Zhou Xufang: "I will find you now."

He was coming, Zhou Xufang was very happy and made a grinning expression.

Fangbao's young ancestor: "White poplar made a lot of dumplings. When I get home, I will cook dumplings for you, OK?"

Fangbao boyfriend: "Okay."

Before Jiang Zhi left, he specially locked the room, and ordered the next person not to be allowed to disturb him. Then he walked through the back door, and just stepped out of the threshold, someone from behind called him.

"Brother Zhi."

It was Jiang Fuxi, holding an umbrella in her hand, and she walked over: "It's going to snow, take your umbrella."

Jiang Zhi's tone was lukewarm: "No, I have it in my car."

Her fingers curled up holding the umbrella.

It was gray that day, Jiang Zhi was standing under the red lantern, his figure was slender, his complexion was pale, the light on his face was faintly red, and his eyes looked like thick ink brewing, with a faint cold color: "Don’t tell grandma Saw me here."

She said: "I know."

Jiang Zhi left.

She shouted to him: "Are you going to find Zhou Xufang?"

He was unhappy: "My business, you don't ask too much."

He has never treated her well.

Jiang Fuxi didn't ask any more, but said: "Be careful on the road."

He turned and walked away, drifting away.