flashy wedding

Chapter 101 Dao is one foot tall and the devil is one foot tall (1)
At this point, Zhou Xiaoxiao was finally able to redress her wrongdoing.

However, they are still unable to change their already changed fate.

The transmission speed of gossip is always the fastest. It exists between the lips of people. Sometimes it can be used as a pastime, and sometimes it can be used as a sharp weapon to kill people invisible!

Since ancient times, how many people have died from gossip?

Similarly, its rise and fall is also very fast.

Last week, because of the arrest of Hu Qiqiang from the school affairs office, everyone was talking about it.

But only a few days later, when the school announced the specific timetable for the final exam of this semester, everyone was soon attracted by the final exam again.

These few days, Lu Jixiang was a little depressed.

Why?Because a long-term resident came to the house—Pei Qian!
This guy has been living at home for three full days, not only eating and drinking for free every day, but also finding fault on purpose!

Of course, he would only find fault with Lu Jixiang!
So here and now.

'Boom thump-'

On the morning of the weekend, while Lu Jixiang was still sleeping in bed in his bedroom, someone knocked on the bedroom door.

Song Jincheng left the house a long time ago, and now there are only her and Pei Qian left at home!
Lu Jixiang was too lazy to move, lying on the bed and pretending to be dead.

"Mascot! Mascot is getting up soon, the sun is shining on your ass!"

Pei Qian was extremely patient, knocking on the door while singing a nursery rhyme he composed himself.

In the end, Lu Jixiang couldn't take it anymore!

She sat up suddenly from the bed, and yelled at the door: "You lose money, you are still going to the end, you are not letting people sleep early in the morning!"

As soon as she said this, there was an instant silence outside.

No, it should be eerily quiet.

Then, Lu Jixiang saw the bedroom door slowly open, and it was Song Jincheng standing outside!
What!
Is it Song Jincheng? !
Lu Jixiang was taken aback, thinking, what she heard was the voice of money-losing goods!

It's hard to understand, is this world a fantasy?

"Lu Jixiang, you've grown capable, and you can even swear, huh?" Song Jincheng said coldly, his black eyes were as deep as a pool, and his heart trembled.

Lu Jixiang swallowed, then raised his hands in a gesture of surrender.

"I am willing to take the initiative to admit my mistakes to the organization. I am guilty, and I am willing to repent!" She said sternly, but it is a pity that her image is not good at this time, with a chicken coop on her head and bleary eyes. It is really horrible!

Song Jincheng looked at her, and the corners of his mouth seemed to twitch slightly.

"Wash your face and brush your teeth immediately, and then come out to eat!"

"Yes!"

Lu Jixiang saluted, and after getting up from the bed, just as she was about to sneak into the bathroom, she suddenly heard a gloating voice.

"The so-called Dao is one foot tall and the devil is ten feet tall!"

Then, just when Lu Jixiang was about to open his mouth to refute, Professor Song had already turned around, and then kicked out gorgeously.

The money-losing goods flew away with an 'ah' sound!
"Brother, good work!"

Lu Jixiang clapped his hands and laughed happily.

Song Jincheng glanced at her sideways, his eyes were so unpredictable.

The girl immediately fell silent and went into the bathroom silently.

After 10 minutes, everyone sat around the dining table together.

Today's breakfast is Chinese-style wontons. Lu Jixiang likes it very much. He almost eats one in his mouth.

Pei Qian had a bitter face. He didn't like coriander and other foods, but this bowl of wonton was almost full of coriander. He couldn't stand it, and then he felt bad all over.

There were twelve wontons in a bowl, and Lu Jixiang ate them all in a short time.

But it was obvious that she hadn't had enough, and she turned her head and stared at the wontons in Pei Qian's bowl.

Pei Qian's bowl of wontons was barely touched, and the wontons half-floating among the parsley looked extraordinarily attractive.

Lu Jixiang swallowed, and asked tentatively, "You lose money, don't you like eating wontons?"

Pei Qian nodded first, then shook his head.

The air was filled with the smell of lush coriander, and he was almost unwilling to open his mouth to speak.

Lu Jixiang stretched out his hand, approached the bowl of wontons in front of Pei Qian little by little, and said, "Pei Qian, the teacher taught us not to waste food since we were young. Since you don't like to eat this, I'll help you with it. Come on!"

After finishing speaking, she opened her five fingers to pick up the bowl of wontons in front of Pei Qian, but unexpectedly, a pair of chopsticks fell from the sky.

With a sound of 'pa', it landed on the back of Lu Jixiang's hand accurately.

"Ouch!"

Lu Jixiang withdrew his hand abruptly, covering his own hand and crying out for pain.

She raised her head, gritted her teeth and stared at Song Jincheng: "What do you want!"

Song Jincheng looked at her with almost no expression on his face: "Eat breakfast in moderation, and don't overeat!"

Hearing this, Lu Jixiang rolled his eyes straightly: "I'm not full yet, so why is it considered overeating?"

Song Jincheng frowned slightly at first, then he brought Lu Jixiang's bowl over, and then picked a few wontons from his bowl for her, and said, "Even if you are hungry, you are not allowed to eat other people's!"

'puff--'

Pei Qian next to him couldn't help laughing. He pointed at Song Jincheng and yelled, "What did you say last time? Desire for monopoly! This is desire for monopoly!"

"What monopoly?"

Lu Jixiang turned to look at Pei Qian, and asked inexplicably.

Just as Pei Qian was about to explain, a sharp gaze suddenly came from the side.

He shut up abruptly, shaking his head vigorously.

"What are you doing, so mysterious!"

After Lu Jixiang said something, she picked up the chopsticks again and continued to eat the wontons in her bowl.

She didn't dislike that this was the wonton that Song Jincheng had eaten, anyway, as long as it was edible, she didn't dislike it!

After breakfast, Pei Qian was sadly forced to wash the dishes in the kitchen.

Lu Jixiang was sitting in the living room, eating an apple while watching the TV replay of last night.

After a while, the doorbell rang outside the door.

"Who is it?"

Lu Jixiang jumped up from the sofa, and ran to open the door with his slippers on.

After the door opened, there was a woman in her 50s standing outside, dressed very plainly.

"You are?" Lu Jixiang asked with a frown.

"Excuse me, is this Mr. Song Jincheng's home?" the woman asked with a very kind smile.

"Yes!"

Lu Jixiang nodded and asked, "May I ask who you are?"

"Oh, I'm from the housekeeping company, and my surname is Zhou!" The woman said with a smile, "Ms. Song called this morning and said that we need a nanny at home, so the company sent me here!"

(End of this chapter)