Mr.president, you are too gentle

For fear that others were waiting for him, Fu Xiaoxiao didn't even blow his hair. He casually wiped it with a dry towel and knocked on the door.

The door was opened by the landlady's son. When he saw himself, his eyes brightened. He said generously, "change your shoes and come in. Everyone is here."

The woman who has just taken a bath exudes a faint smell of Gardenia Shower Gel. She is wearing a pair of sports shorts and a blue and white sweatshirt. Obviously, the face without makeup is a little more childish, and the eyes are ignorant, which makes people feel excited.

Because it was originally next door, Fu Xiaoxiao came out wearing slippers. It's also convenient to change shoes. After changing, I went in and found that there were only twos and threes of people sitting on the sofa in such a large living room.

In addition to no more than five people, the other is the landlady's family. Thinking that the son of the landlady just said that everyone had arrived, there would be some depression. No matter what the residents of the whole building are, there would not be only so few people.

Isn't everyone else here? Fu Xiaoxiao doesn't like too busy scenes. He just thought everyone would come. Now I see some discomfort in the empty living room, but I can only get there safely when I come in.

The other tenants are all very young tenants who don't know how to communicate. They simply lower their heads and play with their own mobile phones. There was a slightly lively girl in the kitchen helping the landlady clean up the ingredients. It was also very lively to chat and laugh.

She was a little embarrassed when she went in and muttered that she didn't know what to say. Instead, the landlady saw her come in. Hurriedly and enthusiastically said, "little, you're here. Haven't you had dinner yet? You can have it later."

"Well, let me help." it seems impolite to play with mobile phones in other people's homes. Fu Xiaoxiao looked at several big men sitting on the sofa and walked into the kitchen without any hesitation.

When the landlady saw Fu Xiaoxiao, she whispered, "Oh, Xiaoxiao, why did your hair get wet?"

The landlady's voice was a little shrill, which attracted the attention of people on one side. Fu Xiaoxiao was very embarrassed. She whispered, "it doesn't matter. Anyway, I don't sleep yet. Just wait for it to do it by itself."

"How can this be? The girl's hair is always wet. It's bad for her health. Go and blow it at her aunt's house. Don't hurry until it's dry."

Although there is some nagging, what is inside and outside is sincere concern. Fu Xiaoxiao felt warm in her heart, but she still thought it was impolite to blow her hair in someone else's house.

He waved his hand to show that he didn't matter, but the landlady shouted to the living room: "Wang Sixin, take Xiaoxiao to the bathroom to blow her hair. Mom can't have space on hand now. Hurry up."

After that, I didn't wait to pay for the little novel. He winked at Fu Xiaoxiao and said, "you just came to eat after blowing dry. Girls can't steal such laziness in the future."

Is already the middle-aged and old age, but the blinking action is a little playful. This intimate little action made Fu Xiaoxiao relax a little.