cold less aggressive

Chapter 862 Extra Story 52 Stay with her!
"Yan Zihao, I don't eat green onions, don't put green onions next time!" Xing'er picked up a green onion leaf with chopsticks and said with a frown.

"If you don't want to eat, let me eat!" Yan Zihao opened his mouth, Xing'er didn't even think about it, just fed the green onion leaves into his mouth, and continued to eat with his head down.

After eating the onion leaves that Xing'er personally fed, Yan Zihao was about to shed tears of happiness, how difficult it is to enjoy her personally feeding!

After the meal, Yan Zihao consciously packed up the dishes and went to the kitchen to wash them. Xing'er was lying on the sofa eating melon seeds to digest the food while watching Korean dramas.

Here, Yan Zihao came out of the kitchen, took off his apron, put on his coat, Xing'er saw it, sat up and asked, "Yan Zihao, are you leaving now?"

"Well, it's almost time!" Yan Zihao took out his phone to check the time, he had to go back, there was a problem with the company's technology, and he needed to guide and solve it.

"Stay a little longer! It's early, it's not even eight o'clock yet!" Xing'er tried to persuade him to stay, but she wouldn't tell him because she was afraid of staying here alone.

Yan Zihao was a little surprised, touched his brow, and promised her, "Okay."

When I came to the sofa and watched Korean dramas with her, Xing'er saw something funny and kicked her legs on the sofa with a smile, without any image at all.

In front of Yan Zihao, she has never been reserved for a minute, she can always expose her shortcomings without restraint, and do whatever she wants.

Seeing the touching plot, Xing'er burst into tears, and Yan Zihao silently handed her a tissue, and he would lend her his shoulder when she needed it.

The hour hand unknowingly pointed to eight o'clock, Yan Zihao said, "It's time, I should go!"

Seeing that he was going to get up, Xing'er grabbed his arm, "What are you doing so early? I haven't finished watching TV yet! Let's play for a while! You can leave after I finish watching the TV series!"

Staring at her cute little face, Yan Zihao agreed to her unscrupulously, "Okay, I'll leave after you finish watching!"

It was nearly 11 o'clock, and I hadn't finished watching the three episodes of the Korean drama. Xing'er was so sleepy that she couldn't open her eyes, and fell asleep lying on the sofa.

Seeing her falling asleep, Yan Zihao turned off the TV, carried her back to the room, and took care of her to sleep before turning off the lights and leaving. After 11 o'clock, he rushed to the company to work overtime to solve the problem. Yan Zihao was busy all night, and he lay down on the sofa in the office with his clothes on after 4 o'clock in the morning.

After resting for more than an hour, when the alarm clock rang at 6 o'clock, he wanted to get up again and rush to the Xingguangli community.

After breakfast was ready at 7 o'clock, Yan Zihao came out of the kitchen and called out "Xing'er". No one agreed, so he was still sleeping in!
When I entered the bedroom, I saw that the little girl was lying on the bed with her mouth slightly open. She was so sleepy that she was so unrecognizable that the quilt had been kicked off the ground.

Yan Zihao sighed softly, shook his head, walked over, and patted her face, "Little one, it's time to get up!"

Xing'er was slapped awake, her eyes didn't open, she just frowned irritably, turned over and continued to sleep.

"If you don't wake up, you'll be late!"

Hearing the word "late", Xing'er finally remembered that today is the first day of class at the university, she can't be late!
A spirit bounced, Xing'er rubbed her sleepy eyes and asked, "What time is it?"

"7:[-]!"

"Ah? 07:30? It's already 07:30, why didn't you call me earlier?" Xing'er panicked, jumped out of bed barefoot, muttering, "Class starts at [-] o'clock, it's over, I'm definitely going to be late! Where did my phone go? Why didn't the alarm go off!"

She finally found her mobile phone at the bedside, and when she checked the time, it was almost 7:[-], and she muttered irritably, "I'm so bored, what clothes should I wear to school?"

……

(End of this chapter)