Xiao has been thinking about it for a long time

Chapter 249 That Shirt Can't Be Stacked Well

Sometimes the truth is so dramatic.

21-year-old Ye Mian was taught by her 19-year-old junior to be a human being, and when she showed that she had learned enough to become a qualified socialist successor, the junior refused to let her go. She was conscientious and diligent I sincerely follow the guidance and insist on teaching her to become a socialist elite.

When Ye *client*mian recalled the incident afterwards, there was only one word in his mind to express his thoughts and feelings—regret.

In short, I am very sorry!

Why didn't she just put on the quilt by herself, and then said goodbye to Jiaohua in a smooth manner? !
In this way, she won't be like she is now - standing at the door of the house, looking at Papa Ye who is sitting on the sofa and frowning, swallowing silently.

"Well, Dad...you came back so early?"

"Didn't your uncle tell you to go to school and give Lin Jin something? Why did it take so long?" Ye Qin went straight to the point.

Ye Mian changed her shoes at the door, closed the door with her backhand, and looked at her nose, nose, and heart, "I walked around the school and chatted with the teacher for a while."

"you alone?"

"No, it's with Lin Jin." She paused, and honestly added Fu Ran's name, "And Fu Ran."

"Fu Ran?" Ye Qin frowned, "He's back?"

"Well, I just came back." She didn't even dare to say that she planned to pick up Fu Ran.

Speaking of this kind of careful dialogue, it is really too similar to the appearance of puppy love in middle school after being discovered.

She wanted to have a good chat with her father, as a college student who had grown up long ago, she wanted to have a relationship with Jiaohua in an open and unrestrained way.But anyway, she was the closest person since she was a child, she couldn't help seeing her dad look gloomy while she was happy to have a boyfriend out to play.

So... maybe I can only wrong Jiaohua a little bit.

The little stubble that appeared on Ye Qin's face was displeased, but he didn't say anything, just nodded perfunctorily with a stinky face, stood up and said, "Okay, let's eat."

"I brought you Yulongzhai's egg yolk cake, didn't you say you wanted to eat it last time?"

Ye Mian's eyes lit up, she quickly walked a few steps over to hold Ye Qin's hand, and said affectionately, "Thank you Dad~"

"My dad is really handsome and kind-hearted. I love you so much, dad!"

Ye Qin's face softened in an instant, with a smile in his eyes, and even a smug look on his often serious expression.

Shuyu, who heard the sound from the kitchen, poked his head and looked at them angrily, "Just your dad? After buying things, I will just sit here and watch over you."

Ye Mian immediately ran over and hugged Shuyu's hand again, "My mother must be very nice too! Thank you Ms. Dayuer for cooking for us, we can't miss the two of you at home!"

"You have a sweet mouth," Shuyu cast a glance at her, glanced at Ye Qin's expression, and asked again, "Fu Ran is at home alone?"

"Yes, it seems that his father is still outside. He didn't return to Linshi. He only found a cleaning lady for him."

Hearing that the name Fu Ran was added to their conversation, Ye Qin's expression became a little upset again. The middle-aged man acted like a young man, urging Shuyu with a sullen face, "Is the food ready? Go back and add some salt. Pot."

Shuyu could see him through, rolled his eyes, and called Ye Mian, "Mianmian, take the bowl and chopsticks, it's time to eat."

"Oh." Ye Mian obediently prepared the bowls and chopsticks, and took Ye Qin with her when she went out.

"Dad, where are the egg yolk crisps? I want to eat one first."

Without saying a word, Ye Qin went to fetch egg yolk cakes for her as soon as he raised his long legs.

Since ancient times, the coordination between mother-in-law and daughter-in-law has been a problem, and the son has suffered unspeakably in the middle. Little do they know that the coordination between parents has also been a problem. When a daughter is caught in the middle, you have to practice this kind of "both ways and resources".

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After thoroughly cleaning the two bedrooms, it was already eight o'clock in the evening.

The faucet washed away the last bit of dirt, and Fu Ran leaned on both sides of the sink, looking at himself in the mirror, inexplicably feeling that he was asking for trouble.

I could have asked the aunt to clean everything directly, if it weren't for the shady things in the room.

In fact, there is nothing shameful about it, after all, they are all locked in drawers and cabinets, it's just that he has a shameful mind, just in case someone finds out.

"call--"

He let out a long breath, put the wrung towel on the hanging rod, washed his hands and dried them, and finally looked at his dark eyebrows in the glasses, turned around and went out, and entered the room.

The quilt in the room has been covered neatly, the suitcase is placed on the ground, and the lever is not pressed down, what happened a few hours ago is still what it is now.

When he saw the suitcase, he put his palm on the center of his eyebrows, and let out a low laugh to himself.

After working on it for so long, I didn't even pack the suitcase, and I clearly agreed to ask her to help tidy up the clothes.

In the end, he just rolled around on the newly made bed, leaving him alone.

Various lights have been lit outside the window, and the central light in the room has long been turned on, shining brightly.

He squatted down resignedly, opened the suitcase, put the folded clothes inside on the bed, and then put them into the closet by category.

Clothes, trousers, and underclothes have all been sorted. In the end, there is only a white shirt left on the bed that has not been sorted.

He squatted on the ground, staring at the white shirt.

He bought it specially for the coming-of-age ceremony. Compared with other clothes, it has a special meaning to him.But when this dress was worn on Ye Mian, it really had the most special meaning, and it became the most special among all his clothes.

When he was coming of age, he hoped that they could meet somewhere in this city, and that she could spend this slightly meaningful birthday with him by his side for any reason.

Just like girls want to be famous at a young age like Zhang Ailing or to receive a response from someone they like, boys also have some expectations in the second year of secondary school, hoping that the person they like can respond to him at a special time like the coming-of-age ceremony.

And what he wanted was more.

The empty suitcase was put away next to the closet, and he put the white shirt in the closet alone, in a separate place.

After tidying up thoroughly, he took a clean towel into the bathroom, took a quick shower and came out, wearing a baggy white cotton t-shirt and gray cotton trousers, first picked up his phone to check the messages.

Ye Mian sent a message 5 minutes ago, and it was still the same as the message from two hours ago.

【She: Have you eaten now? 】

He quickly tapped the screen a few times with his fingers, then pulled off the towel on his shoulders and wiped his hair with one hand.

【not yet. 】

[Just about to order takeaway. 】

[She: Huh?Have not eat yet?Order takeaway? 】

【She: Then hurry up and eat something less greasy. 】

Messages were sent one after another, Fu Ran threw away the towel and focused on replying to the messages.

【Um. 】

[Got it, not spicy, not greasy, not high in sugar, right? 】

【Sister is very concerned about me. 】

【She: ... just know that I care about you. 】

[She: Haven't finished cleaning yet? 】

[That's right, without the help of senior sister, the clothes are still left untied. 】

【That shirt, no matter how you fold it, you can't fold it well. 】

(End of this chapter)