I'm Numb, I Mistake My Best Friend For A Blind Date

When I got home.

It was nearly ten o'clock.

Fortunately, the housekeeping is good enough, of course, the main thing is that the money is enough.

hours.

The entire house has been refreshed.

Compared with when Jiang Yang was still living here, Tian Jing is much cleaner.

Bed sheets and bedding were all replaced with clean ones.

"Hey, this housekeeper is powerful enough."

Jiang Yang put on his slippers and jumped onto the sofa with ease.

Aunt Qing glanced at him, changed her shoes gracefully, sat beside Jiang Yang, and said softly:

"You are not allowed to come here for two days, do you hear me?"

Jiang Yang waved his hand to show that he knew.

"I know, I'll talk about it after I fool my mother."

While talking, Jiang Yang opened the refrigerator and brought Aunt Qing a glass of juice.

There is nothing to say about this housekeeping, even the refrigerator stock has been replaced.

Aunt Qing crossed her jade legs, drank the juice gracefully, and gave Jiang Yang a funny look.

"Sister Xue is smart, don't be so clever."

To become one of the most important scientists in the federation, the IQs of Song Xue and his wife exploded.

"understood."

Jiang Yang lay down, his head resting on Aunt Qing's plump and fragrant thigh.

"Aunt Qing, why don't you sleep here tonight? It's so late, it's very troublesome for Yintu to go back.

Looking down at Jiang Yang, Leng Qingge pinched the tip of his nose and said with some amusement:

"What conspiracy is waiting for Aunt Qing?"

Jiang Yang glared at Aunt Qing angrily, and said helplessly:

"Forget it, Aunt Qing, you should go back."

Hearing this, Leng Qingge stretched out his little hand, patted his forehead gently, and said angrily:

"You're getting impatient now? Aunt Qing is leaving?"

"Ahem, I'm joking, Aunt Qing, you can sleep in my room, I'll go to Dad's room to make do with it.

Jiang Yang said with a smile.

In fact, the family is quite small, just a two-bedroom.

I'm afraid no one will believe it.

The houses of the two top scientists in the federation are so cramped.

Although the Federation has prepared many high-end villas.

But Jiang Yang's parents never lived there.

I've been living in this little house.

This is the only place for the old couple to settle down during the war, and it is full of feelings.

Take a break.

Aunt Qing bought a change of clothes online.

Soon 05, the drone was delivered to the home.

Push Jiang Yang away from his lap.

Aunt Qing took her clothes and went to wash up.

Looking at Aunt Qing's familiar back, Jiang Yang gently sniffed the remaining body fragrance.

My heart is quite satisfied.

By the time both of them finished washing, it was already late at night, and Aunt Qing yawned and returned to Jiang Yang's bedroom.

Almost falling asleep, Jiang Yang woke up suddenly.

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Careless.

In my own room, there are many little secrets.

Aunt Qing shouldn't be peeking, right?

Jiang Yang got out of bed in a panic, slowed down, and went outside his room.

There is still light leaking through the gap in the door.

Aunt Qing really didn't sleep!!

finish the ball.

Jiang Yang pushed open the door suddenly, only to see Aunt Qing leaning on the bedside under the light, flipping through the photo album with great interest.

The door was pushed open suddenly.

Aunt Qing was taken aback, seeing that it was Jiang Yang, Tuan gave him an annoyed look.

"Remember, you have to knock on the door before entering Aunt Qing's room."

Jiang Yang didn't talk to Aunt Qing at all, he glanced around and he was relieved when he saw that there was nothing special.

It seems that Aunt Qing didn't go through his inventory.

Just see the photo album.

"Hey, Aunt Qing, I will definitely pay attention next time.

Aunt Qing glanced at Jiang Yang lightly, a smile rose from the corner of her lips, and said with a narrow smile:

"Come in in such a hurry, is it because you are afraid that Aunt Qing will see something you shouldn't see?"

Jiang Yang hastily explained with a dry smile:

"No, no, there's nothing in my room."

Hearing this, Aunt Qing glanced at Jiang Yang with a half-smile.

Her beautiful feet, as white as jade, rested lightly on the side of the bed, and with a hook on her toes, a cardboard box was pulled out from under the bed.

Seeing Jiang Yang's complexion changed drastically, Aunt Qing's smile grew even wider.

"Then what is this?"

Everyone in Jiang Yang is numb.

These are the spiritual food he has collected over the years.

Now the society is really dead.

Jiang Yang laughed, stepped forward quickly, put Aunt Qing's beautiful feet back on the bed, and then stuffed the cardboard box back under the bed.

"Aunt Qing, have you read it all?"

Jiang Yang carefully looked at Aunt Qing's expression.

Hearing this, Leng Qingge didn't answer, but continued flipping through the photo album, when Jiang Yang anxiously wanted to ask again.

Only then did Aunt Qing say with a smile:

"Don't worry, Aunt Qing only saw a few books about aunts and friends.

Jiang Yang's claws were numb immediately, so he was relieved to have a hammer.

Must have seen it all.

Suddenly, as if Jiang Yang thought of something, he quickly took out the cardboard box and began to search for it.

Aunt Qing leaned against the head of the bed, with a playful smile on her face, and asked with a smile:

"What are you looking for?"

Jiang Yang laughed dryly, "Ahem, it's nothing, Aunt Qing, you can read the photo album, and leave me alone."

Jiang Yang quickly turned around, looking a little puzzled.

Aunt Qing's gentle voice came from above her head.

"Are you looking for this?"

Jiang Yang broke out in a cold sweat.

Hastily looked up, in his frightened eyes.

Aunt Qing looked at him with a smile, gently lifted her plump buttocks, and took out a folded drawing paper from underneath.

It's over.

Jiang Yang panicked a lot.

Aunt Qing slowly opened the drawing paper.

This is a sketch.

The woman in the painting is dressed in a cool maid outfit. She leans gently on the desk, her sensual black silk jade feet are gently entangled.

It's quite normal to paint, but it's embarrassing if it falls into the right owner's hands.

Jiang Yang:

The last trace of luck in my heart was shattered.

The woman in the painting is Aunt Qing.

This time he was caught by the rightful owner, and Jiang Yang directly picked out the three rooms and one living room in embarrassment.

The slender hand gently brushed across the woman in the painting.

Aunt Qing looked at Jiang Yang, and said angrily with a half-smile:

"The drawing skills are not bad~"

Her demeanor was described so penetratingly that it was a bit too astringent.

Jiang Yang smiled awkwardly, and reached out to grab the drawing paper, but Aunt Qing easily dodged it.

"Ahem, Aunt Qing, I used to draw for fun, don't take it seriously.

Hearing this, Leng Qingge raised her eyebrows slightly, wiped her lips with her slender hand, and asked with great interest:

"When did you draw it?"

"Ahem, Aunt Qing, do you want to listen to the truth or lies?"

Leng Qingge stared at Jiang Yang, smiled and said angrily:

"You still dare to lie to Aunt Qing?"

Jiang Yang glanced at Aunt Qing, closed his eyes, and said resignedly:

"I drew it when I was a freshman in high school!"

Hearing this, Leng Qingge's red lips parted slightly, her phoenix eyes were full of disbelief.

When Jiang Yang was a freshman in high school.

At that time, it seemed that she had just met Jiang Yang for the first time.

Leng Qingge's eyes twitched.

This kid seems to have planned it for a long time.

At the beginning, I thought it was me and fooled him into working in the company.

In the end, it was you who was fooled?

Meanwhile, in a lowly laboratory.

"Honey, there are still a few experiments left. I'll go back after I'm done. What are you in a hurry for?"

Jiang Changhai adjusted his glasses and said helplessly.

Song Xue gave her husband a white look, and continued to pack her luggage.

"You know what a fart, how old is this brat? He hasn't found a girlfriend yet, so Nai Niang won't put any pressure on him.

"When can we hold our grandchildren?"

"It happened that the experiment was successful ahead of time, so I caught him off guard when I went back."

While talking, Song Xue had already packed her luggage.

"You can handle the rest of the experiments by yourself, so I'll be leaving first.

After finishing speaking, Song Xue hurriedly left under the escort of the federal soldiers.

Looking at the cold bed.

Jiang Changhai: "...

Well, what about the happy life after the experiment?

Now the wife is gone.

At this time, the two people who were still at home were pulling at their limits.

Little did they know, Song Xue came back early.

In the end, Jiang Yang failed to get the sketch back, in Aunt Qing's words.

This is the handle in her hand.

If one day I am disobedient, this painting may appear in my mother's hands.

Jiang Yang couldn't look up at the sky, and sat on the cold floor.

I feel my heart is half cold.

Now in front of Aunt Qing, he really died completely.

Seeing Jiang Yang giving up the treatment, Aunt Qing pursed her lips and smiled, and lightly kicked him in the stomach with her white feet.

The toe flicked slightly, making Jiang Yang look up at him.

"Isn't it just a painting? Why is it gone?"

Jiang Yang rolled his eyes and didn't want to speak.

In front of Aunt Qing, he has no secrets, but he knows very little about Aunt Qing.

Aunt Qing giggled, and Yurun's fingers curled up, flicking Jiang Yang's forehead.

"Don't worry, Aunt Qing doesn't discriminate against you!"

"After all, you were still an adolescent at that time, and some thoughts were unavoidable.

Jiang Yang:

I don't want to talk anymore.

The more depressed Jiang Yang was, the happier Aunt Qing smiled and kicked him lightly.

"Don't sit on the ground, be careful of catching a cold."

As she said that, Aunt Qing moved her beautiful buttocks to make room for her.

Seeing Jiang Yang leaning against her, Aunt Qing didn't feel annoyed, and gently flipped through the photo album with jade hands.

Xia Shilun pinched Jiang Yang's face and compared it with the one in the photo album.

It made Aunt Qing chuckle from time to time.

The night is fading away, when the first ray of sun shines.

Song Xue also set foot on the land of her hometown after a long absence, and soon arrived home under the escort of federal soldiers.

Pulling a small suitcase.

While taking out the key to open the door, he muttered softly:

"The little brat must not have gotten up yet."

open the door.

Song Xue's eyes brightened, the whole house looked brand new and looked much tidier.

"Haven't completely degenerated yet, the bastard still knows how to hire a housekeeper."

Smiling and cursing softly, Song Xue bent down to change her shoes.

Suddenly, her eyes widened, and she looked at the exquisite high-heeled shoes on the shoe rack in disbelief.

"Is there a woman at home?"

Song Xue was surprised, and quickly covered her mouth and laughed.

These high heels are worth a fortune.

Certainly not a woman of that profession.

"Stinky boy, you pretended to be reserved for my old lady, and all my girlfriends brought them home."

Song Xue hummed a little tune softly, with a gratified smile on her face.

After raising pigs for more than 20 years, they finally know how to play cabbage.

"It's still the girl Qingge who is reliable. She only started class for two months, and she was dealt with by the brat."

Song Xue stretched her waist, and did not forget to thank the little sister Leng Qingge.

Ordered three breakfasts online.

Song Xue returned to her bedroom and saw that there was no one living there, so she immediately felt relieved.

The young couple slept together.

Put your clothes away.

Song Xue went to the toilet to look again, and saw that there was indeed a woman's uniform in the basket.

she knows

laugh.

"You brat, you're quite good at playing."

Song Xue walked lightly, returned to the living room, and waited for the young couple to wake up.

Feeling a heavy weight on his chest, Leng Qingge frowned, and his drowsiness gradually faded away.

He fumbled and pulled Jiang Yang's hand out.

After a while.

After the drowsiness completely dissipated, Leng Qingge yawned and sat up.

Last night, I looked at the photo album for a long time, and carefully explored Jiang Yang's many little secrets.

Unconsciously.

The two fell asleep.

Yawning, he pushed Jiang Yang into the bed, ready to get up and make breakfast.

Song Xue, who was absent-minded, read the literature for half an hour.

Hearing the sound finally came from Jiang Yang's bedroom, she hastily put down her phone.

Squeeze your face into as kind a smile as possible.

When meeting for the first time, don't scare the girl.

click.

When the door opened, Song Xue showed a look of excitement.

next moment.

The door opened, and a familiar figure appeared in front of her eyes.

Song Xue: "???"

How could Qing Ge come out of the little bastard's room?

Aunt Qing, who was yawning, caught sight of a person sitting on the sofa out of the corner of her eye, and she immediately shivered.

"Sister Xue?!!"

The phoenix eyes widened, and Aunt Qing screamed out.

Seeing the good sister who was only wearing pajamas deserted Song Xue, the corners of Song Xue's mouth twitched.

I thanked her for a long time.

It turns out that the real master is in the bastard's room.

"Hehe~ Qing Ge, why are you here?"

Song Xue's teeth were a little itchy, and she stared at Leng Qingge with hatred.

I have not been in love with you for so many years.

Just staring at the grass by the side of your nest, waiting to eat it?

Facing Song Xue's questioning, Leng Qingge was immediately caught off guard, panicked.

"It's over 127, it's over, I can't explain it clearly now."

Hearing Aunt Qing's scream, Jiang Yang was startled awake, he rushed out quickly, looking at Leng Qingge with concern.

"Aunt Qing, what happened, are you okay?"

"Ha ha~"

There was a gloomy hehe sound with murderous intent.

Jiang Yang's body froze, this murderous voice, this damn familiar feeling.

Turning around, Jiang Yang immediately shouted with a bitter face:

"Mom, why are you here today?"

Looking at the two people in the circle, Song Xue sneered endlessly.

"Hehe, if I don't come back today, I'm afraid I don't know that the two of you got mixed up.

Upon hearing this, Aunt Qing quickly explained;

"Sister Xue, you misunderstood, last night, the two of us looked at the photo album too late, and fell asleep without paying attention.

"It's really not what you think."

Seeing Leng Qingge's earnest expression, not like lying, Song Xue hesitated and said:

"real?"

Seeing that Song Xue believed it a little.

Aunt Qing nodded her head again and again, her tone was so anxious that she was about to cry, she hurried to pull Song Xue.

"Really, Sister Xue, you'll know when you come and take a look."

For Leng Qingge, Song Xue is one of her few true friends.

And if it wasn't for Song Xue protecting her.

How could she live so freely?

For people in big families, freedom has always been a luxury, especially for women.

Seeing that Aunt Qing was on the verge of crying, Jiang Yang couldn't help feeling a little distressed.

"Mom, I really have nothing to do with Aunt Qing, what do you think made Aunt Qing scared?"

Song Xue glared at Jiang Yang.

"I know that I feel sorry for your aunt Qing? Little brat, I'll settle the score with you later."

Then, follow Aunt Qing to the room.

As a veteran driver, Song Xue naturally knew that nothing really happened between these two last night.

She couldn't help feeling a little pity secretly.

Waiting for Leng Qingge to explain it from the beginning to the end with a bitter expression.

Song Xue rubbed her brows, pointed to Jiang Yang's room, and said with some headaches:

"You two go in and stay, and leave me alone!"

Jiang Yang was about to say something, but Aunt Qing quickly tore off the corner of his clothes, shaking her head beggingly.

See the two return to the room.

Song Xue burst out laughing, and cursed angrily:

"Little bastard has quite a good appetite, even Qing Ge dares to do it."

Sneaking back to her bedroom, Song Xue made a video call to Jiang Changhai.

"Husband, I found out that our son is in love!!"

Hearing this, Jiang Changhai, who was yawning, suddenly woke up with a jolt.

"You're not mistaken, are you?"

Song Xue gave her husband a supercilious look, and said angrily:

"It's just that the object is a little bit like that?"

Jiang Changhai pushed the glasses and said indifferently:

"Appearance and family background are not important, as long as the character is good."

Jiang Changhai thought his wife was dissatisfied with the girl, so he quickly persuaded her.

After glancing at her husband, Song Xue said softly:

"Perfect appearance, good family background..."

"Then you are not satisfied?"

"It's the one your son likes, called Leng Qingge."

Jiang Changhai, who was about to speak, choked, and said quietly after a while:

"This kid, even his aunt Qing will not let go?".