Dinner.
The family gathered around the table.
Xiao Nianxia, who had eaten the exclusive meal in advance, was sitting on a small bench nearby, holding a pen and scribbling on an ancient book, and making babbling cheers from time to time.
Xuanyuan Jing chewed his food slowly, with a faint blush on his pretty face.
Qing'er's cheeks moved, and her black and white eyes glanced at the faces of the two sisters and Zhao Wujiang from time to time.
"Brother-in-law, are you..." Qing'er An couldn't help but gossip, but as soon as she opened her mouth, Dugu Mingyue coughed dryly:
"Have a meal."
Zhao Wujiang:? ? ?
"Oh." Qing'er said oh, and was digging at her rice.
Soon, she suddenly raised her head:
"Did you bully Sister Jing as soon as you came back?"
"Ahem..." Zhao Wujiang choked.
Xuanyuan Jing's cheeks turned a little rosy, he lowered his eyes slightly and said nothing.
Dugu Mingyue's eyes were a little dodgey and she remained silent.
"You were eavesdropping, right?" Zhao Wujiang tilted his head and gave Qing'er a hard look.
"No!" Qing'er chewed the food and said righteously:
"Sister told me, and then I came over and listened openly!"
Dugu Mingyue's cheeks turned red, she coughed a few times, and immersed herself in eating.
Xuanyuan Jing glared at Zhao Wujiang in shame.
Zhao Wujiang nodded and extended a thumbs up to Qing'er:
"very good.
Conduct yourself in an upright and upright manner. "
"That's right." Qing'er straightened out her pretty chest:
“I am destined to become a heroine who eradicates evil and supports justice!
What I hate the most is a man like you who bullies women! "
Zhao Wujiang pursed his lips, and the handsome boy was speechless for a moment.
"Sister Jing is practicing very hard, and you still bully her." Qing'er put down the bowl and chopsticks, looked at the sky with her smart eyes, and muttered:
"You have the ability to bully me..."
Dugu Mingyue was stunned, covered his mouth and chuckled. It turned out that Qing'er had made such a small calculation, and it seemed that he had learned the taste of food.
Xuanyuan Jing also pursed his lips and smiled, and the embarrassment of being exposed by Qing'er about his love affair disappeared instantly.
Qing'er's face turned red, she hummed softly, and buried her head in eating, her face almost buried in the big bowl.
"Let me touch it. When did the fox's tail grow?" Zhao Wujiang reached out to touch Qing'er's delicate buttocks.
Qing'er quickly moved the chair and reached out to pat Zhao Wujiang's hand, feeling a little embarrassed.
The curious baby Xiao Nianxia raised her little head slightly, she wanted to see what was going on.
She couldn't understand anything, she only knew that her father and mother were laughing, but her aunt was silent.
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"I want to leave you to avoid falling into the whirlpool of love.
But I still believe in those sparkling loves.
There is no foreshadowing in being emotional..."
After dinner, Zhao Wujiang soaked in the large tub with a towel placed over his eyes.
He closed his eyes and hummed a song.
The fatigue is quickly dissipating.
He didn't know when he got the habit of singing in the shower.
I don't know if everyone else in the world is like him.
Although he loves to sing, he is tone-deaf and belongs to the kneeling level.
Others were out of tune at best, but he was mostly out of tune.
The door of the room was pushed open with a creak, and a cool breeze poured into the room.
Immediately afterwards, a sweet girl’s voice sounded:
"Brother-in-law, you have a change of clothes here."
Zhao Wujiang slowly opened his eyes that obscured his vision.
Qing'er is wearing a light cyan dress and a small coat of the same color but a little darker. Her green hair is tied into a high ponytail, and her whole person exudes a refreshing and delicate feeling.
"Together?" Zhao Wujiang raised his eyebrows and smiled.
"Hey, who wants to come with you? Let's wash your clothes, hey, hey, hey..." Qing'er's pretty face turned rosy and she muttered.
But before she could finish her words, she was pulled over by Zhao Wujiang and fell into the hot water with a plop, causing countless splashes.
Qing'er's hair was wet and stuck to her pretty face. She struggled to get up, but was held in Zhao Wujiang's arms.
"Let me go!" she said in shame.
Zhao Wujiang smiled and said:
"Am I not bullying you?"
