His Naughty Little Girl is So Sweet

Jiang Lingzhi grasped the bottle of yogurt tightly, as if there was still a trace of the temperature of the boy's palm remaining on it.

When I got home, it was half past seven.

Jiang Ling knew that it was only then that he finally returned to his soul. Looking at the door of his house, he smelled a breath of wind and rain inexplicably.

The cell phone in the bag suddenly rang again.

Jiang Ling felt a little bit in his heart.

Whatever should come will come.

She took a long breath, took out the phone, pressed the door code, opened the door cautiously, stretched her head in and took a look.

"Hey, mom..."

See if you can take the opportunity to sneak upstairs and pretend to be back long ago.

The living room on the first floor was very quiet, as if no voice was heard.

Lu Yuping's voice came from the handset of the mobile phone: "Knowledge, why didn't the call you just made?"

"I was in the car just now and I accidentally pressed it..." Jiang Lingzhi cautiously fooled him over.

But listening to the voice, why doesn't it seem very angry?

I don't know what I'm doing over there, the voice is a bit noisy.

Lu Yuping went on to speak: "I have something to do this afternoon. The food is ready for you. Just microwave it. Have you been home long ago?"

When these words fell, Jiang Ling was stunned for two seconds.

After finding the keywords in it, she finally reacted.

Home! in! No! people!

Knowing that Jiang Ling's mood suddenly brightened, his back that had been shrunk into a shrimp ball instantly straightened: "Of course!"

Lu Yuping didn't notice anything wrong, so she babblingly exhorted: "Well, pay attention to safety at home by yourself, lock the door, don't forget to write your homework, and don't forget to practice piano."

Jiang Lingzhi opened the door and assured him in a brisk voice: "Good mom, I know mom."

The imaginary **** has not come, it is so pleasant.

After hanging up the phone, Jiang Ling knew that the door was closed, and by the way, he locked it, carrying his schoolbag, briskly walking up the second floor and returning to the room.

She put her schoolbag on the chair and put the yogurt on the desk.

After taking a shower in the bathroom and changing clothes, she saw the bottle of yogurt standing on the table when she was sitting at the desk.

Jiang Ling knew that there was a white towel hung on her head, and the hair hanging on her chest was dripping with water. She tapped her fingertips twice on it, and she felt inexplicably good.

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The weekend is not a particularly happy event for Jiang Lingzhi.

Anyway, I also review my homework at home, study the exercises, and play the piano.

The bottle of yogurt has been placed in the corner of her desk. She didn't drink it. When she was free, she couldn't help but stare at it.

And when she took the book from her schoolbag, she found the four hundred dollars she had put on the chair.

When did he let her back again?

Don't pay him back.

weirdo.

The weekend passed quickly.

On Monday morning, as usual, the road was blocked.

Jiang Ling knew that when he came to the classroom at seven in the morning, there were a lot of people, and they all sat in their seats to read early.

She sat down in her seat, and after a while, Wen Yujing walked in from the classroom door with her schoolbag.

The two seats were separated by an aisle, Wen Yu sat quietly on the outside of a group of four rows, and Jiang Lingzhi sat on the outside of the second group of four rows.

The teacher has not yet come, and the subject representative has not yet collected homework. There is still a morning class to make up.

Wen Yujing put down her schoolbag and immediately asked her for help: "Lingling, have you finished the math test papers?"