Yi Yang Qianxi the other shore fleeting song Weiyang

Chapter 97 Interrogate
{One's romance is saying good night to the stars. }
After dinner, I was about to go into the kitchen to help my auntie wash the dishes, but she kicked me out, "Go and talk to that kid, auntie doesn't need your help here, go ahead"

I nodded and walked towards He Yiyu's bedroom. I don't know what kind of wind he is having today. As soon as he finished eating, he threw down the bowls and chopsticks and went back to the bedroom without saying hello.

"Knock knock knock" Before he agreed, I went in, um, it was not locked
He was holding a magazine, laying on the bed ignoring me, looking serious
I smiled and shook my head, walked over and easily "snatched" the magazine from his phone, "It looks pretty similar, but it's a pity I took it upside down."

He didn't look embarrassed either, he just turned his head away, pointed his back to me and pointed to the small rocking chair in the corner, "Then...then sit down."

I ignored him, but walked over naturally, sat on the rocking chair with my legs crossed, not to mention quite comfortable, "He Yiyu, don't you have anything to say to me? Or don't you have anything to ask me?"

"There's a lot." After finishing speaking, he turned around and looked at me. After a while, he looked around and opened the bedroom door without finding anything, as if he was looking for something.

"Damn boy, did you ask you to chat with Xiao Xun? What are you doing out again?"

"Hey, what is this for? Put it back quickly, it's the wrong way, He Yiyu... He Yiyu, come back to me"

After a while, I saw He Yiyu walking in holding the feather duster upside down
Looking at his appearance, I still couldn't help laughing out, as if he was still so childish

"knock knock"

"He Yiyu, come out for me. If you dare to touch Xiao Xun today, you really can't do it without education."

The voice outside the door was getting louder and louder, and my laughter was getting louder. I pointed to the door and signaled him to open it.
Auntie is wearing an apron and looking at us with a kitchen knife in her hand
The smile on my face froze for a moment, I quickly jumped off the rocking chair and explained, "Don't get excited, Auntie, He Yiyu didn't hit me."

"Look, that...the dust on that guitar is quite thick, so I thought about letting He Yiyu's feather duster come in and clean it up"

The aunt snorted softly, and gave He Yiyu a blank look, "That dead boy has a lot of bad things, and he won't let me into his room. In the past, I could come in and wake him up, but now I have an alarm clock and a mobile phone."

I looked at the kitchen knife in my aunt's hand and didn't say anything. After a while, my aunt noticed my gaze and quickly accepted, "Oh, I was washing the kitchen knife just now, and I saw this dead child holding a feather duster and thought... I thought, Then you go on, go on."

With that said, he closed the door and left.

I turned my head to look at He Yiyu, a little curious, "Why don't you let Auntie in?"

He Yiyu gave me a blank look, pointed to the rocking chair with a feather duster, and motioned for me to sit back first

I pouted, but sat back obediently.

"This is my private space, OK?"

I snorted softly, expressing the extreme displeasure in my heart, "Is she your mother, sir?"

He shook the feather duster in front of me, "I'm sorry, the feather duster is in my hands now, and I have the right to ask questions."

I put on a gesture and nodded, "Okay, then I'll go out to accompany my aunt to do the dishes first, and you can stay in your private space, don't get bored."

Saying that, I jumped off the rocking chair again, went to the bed, picked up the magazine just now and threw it on He Yiyu, "Don't take it down this time, sir"

Unexpectedly, just two steps away, He Yiyu pulled the hat and brought it back before even touching the doorknob of the bedroom
"This lady better give me peace of mind"

I curled my lips helplessly, without saying anything, just swinging on the rocking chair leisurely
"Okay, you can ask"

He sat on the edge of the bed, crossed his legs, and used his feather duster to remind me from time to time, "During the interrogation, I hope this lady will answer truthfully. After all, confession is lenient, and resistance is strict."

I clasped my fists together, and said with a serious look, "Little one obeys."

(End of this chapter)