Pat Me Please

Xiang Wan picked out a white dress, the style is simple and elegant, but also a bit noble, and the effect on the upper body is particularly good.

She thanked Su Chang politely, and they walked around for a while before going back to their respective homes.

On the way home, Yu Zhou was still thinking about the meal.

Everyone can see that in the shopping mall, Su Chang is a bit too courteous to Xiang Wan. If it was pointing at Yu Zhou, she would have to be vigilant, but Su Chang's operation was directed at Xiang Wan, and he said "what's your relationship with her?" .

so high.

So high that even Yu Zhou could tell that Su Chang wanted to redeem himself a little bit. There may also be a point of wanting Xiang Wan to become independent as soon as possible.

But Su Chang didn't save others, he was a little anxious, and seemed a bit plucking green onions from dry land, **** or steal.

Yu Zhou was guessing again, what was the opportunity that made Su Chang suddenly anxious, after thinking about it for a while, the suspicion still fell on Xiang Wan.

"What did you say to her when I went to pick up the courier?"

"Teacher Su?"

"Um."

"Forgot." Xiang Wan thought for a moment.

Since there is no other important information, it may be that she and Xiang Wan are living in such a miserable life, and it is a little unbearable.

It may not be impossible for Su Chang to treat her unbearable feelings as unresolved, because Yu Zhou was her first love.

After all, if it's true that there is still more love left, why have they broken up for so long and never contacted each other?

Yu Zhou figured it out, so he didn't worry about it anymore.

She said to Xiang Wan: "Now you have two noble people, and you have become popular on the Internet again. I feel that you may be independent soon."

Leaning her head on the glass window of the taxi sadly, she mourned: "If you are rich, don't forget each other. When you are successful in the future, don't forget to feed me back."

"Feedback?" Xiang Wan felt that it was outrageous.

"That's what it means anyway."

Xiang Wan stretched out her hand and scratched the dent under the car window. It was a bit dirty, but she didn't care too much as she never touched the sun with her fingers. She said, "Do you want to get back together with Teacher Su?"

"Get back together?" Yu Zhou moved his ears and shook his head, "I don't want to. Why do you ask this?"

"I'll see and think." Xiang Wan winked and smiled.

"How do you know that?" Yu Zhou also answered in a polite tone.

Xiang Wan tilted his head and looked at her with a smile: "If you don't want to, when Teacher Su asks you about my relationship with you, you should answer—what do you have to do with me?"

"Really?" Yu Zhou was taken aback, "How do you know?"

"It's always been like this in TV dramas."

"Soga..." Yu Zhou learned.

"Is it possible, that is to say, I don't want to get back together, but I don't think there is any need to be so awkward with others, because there will be cooperation later, and you are her apprentice again, so you can't look up and look down, right, and Well, she is also very nice, she helped us a lot, and even bought clothes for you."

Yu Zhou's thoughts stopped in Xiang Wan's calm eyes.

Well, she does still like Su Sing a little bit.

Don't deny it, the frank and big woman never denies it.

Like it, there will indeed be some uncontrollable instincts, but liking, and never wanting to be together again, are two different things.

She doesn't want to repeat the same mistakes at all.

But fortunately, the recording of the first season is completely over, and she and Su Chang probably won't meet each other for a while.

While chatting with Xiang Wan, he opened the door. When he opened the door, he felt that the atmosphere in the room was not right, and he heard the sound of the TV directly.

Yu Zhou wondered: "Did you not turn off the TV when you went out?"

"I didn't open it."

"hiss…"

Feeling vigilant, Yu Zhou poked his head out of the porch and looked into the living room.

Silly.

"mom???"

Ms. Zhao sat on the sofa and spat out the grape skins: "Are you back?"

Oh my God. At this time, these four words are most appropriate.

Xiang Wan also poked his head out: "Your mother?"

"Ah, my mother." Yu Zhou said in a daze.

When Ms. Zhao heard that there was still a voice, she leaned over and looked over: "Why don't you come in? Why are you mumbling there? Who else is there?"

The words were handed over, but there was no response. Ms. Zhao was short-tempered and stood up with her slippers on, holding grape skins on her chest.

"It takes so long to change shoes?" She raised her brows upside down, and was stunned when she met her upwardly drawn face.

Xiang Wan and Ms. Zhao looked at each other, and then glanced at Yu Zhou awkwardly. Ms. Zhao looked at Xiang Wan from top to bottom, and suddenly she smiled, with a virtuous and virtuous look: "Porridge, do you have friends coming? Why didn't you tell mom in advance? Oh, the hospitality is not good?"

Don't speak in a low voice.

Yu Zhou said awkwardly: "You are right, you didn't tell me when you came."

"What are you talking about!" Ms. Zhao patted her buttocks, "Your old lady wants to tell you in advance when she comes?"

"This is?" She glanced at Xiang Wan again.

"Oh, this is Xiang Wan, she... is living with me now." Yu Zhou said bravely.

Ms. Zhao, who was turning her head back and walking towards the living room, stopped, put her hips on her hips, said "hmm" with a rising sound, and looked at Yu Zhou.

"Go in." Yu Zhou took the clothes from Xiang Wan's hand, "Don't be afraid, my mother. Uh, my mother."

Xiang Wan nodded, and nodded to Ms. Zhao with a smile: "Auntie."

Ouch, so good, sweeter than grapes.

Ms. Zhao burst into laughter: "Come on, come and sit down, how old are you? How long have you lived in Congee Congee's house?"

There is something in the words, like a Hongmen banquet.

"Eighteen, it's been a month." Xiang Wan sat on the sofa, put his legs together, and put his hands on his knees.

Ms. Zhao was taken aback when she saw her movements, and then cast a mysterious glance at Yu Zhou.

"Eighteen..." Her lower lip remained closed for a long time, and she held it together, as if it was difficult to finish the sentence.

After finally taking it back, she threw the grape skins into the trash can, muttering: "Is it hot outside? Auntie is going to get you a glass of water."

Then go to the kitchen.

As soon as he entered the kitchen, he shouted with a drawn out voice, "Congee Congee, where did you put that cup? Mom can't find it."

"Hey, here we come!" Yu Zhou put the bag on the porch cabinet and trotted over to find a cup.

Squatting in front of the kitchen cabinet, she was holding a cup, but when the kitchen door closed, she was slapped several times on the back, making her thin and thin body thump.

Ms. Zhao's rhythmic voice followed the applause: "You are going to die! You are going to die! You are going to die! Eighteen! You are going to die!"

"Ah, pain, pain!" Yu Zhou shrank back to avoid her attack, and he had to be careful not to drop the cup in his hand.

"Why did you hit me?" She put down the cup and looked at Ms. Zhao aggrievedly.

"Why do you say I beat you! I beat you to death!" Ms. Zhao gritted her teeth, and slapped her shoulder again.

Yu Zhou suddenly realized that he was wronged, "No!"

"Just a friend, staying with me temporarily!" She said in the loudest voice.

Ms. Zhao snorted coldly, and pointed at her: "Oh, that's right, that's right, that's the same tone I said when I brought Su Chang home for the first time."

"Which little girl doesn't have a home? Does she look very poor? If she wants to live with you temporarily, are you going to play Huanzhugege? Qianlong will live with Xia Yuhe for a while, right?"

As soon as she mentioned Su Chang, Yu Zhou really felt a little guilty, and set the cup unhappy: "The share is all divided, why do you keep talking about her."

Seeing that she was lost, Ms. Zhao stopped beating her. She turned around to look at her face, and said to her, "Speaking of Susu, she even sent me a message during Chinese New Year, wishing me a happy birthday."

She stared intently, and Yu Zhou's face really loosened.

Yu Zhou asked indescribably: "New Year, I wish you, happy birthday?"

"Ahaha, I'm wrong. You sent me messages during Chinese New Year and birthday." Ms. Zhao laughed.

"Oh, that's good." Yu Zhou said.

"You haven't contacted yet?" Ms. Zhao leaned on the cabinet again, staring at Yu Zhou's face.

"there is none left."

"Because of this eighteen-year-old girl?"

"No! No!" Yu Zhou frowned again, afraid that Xiang Wan would hear it, so he could only explain in a breathless voice.

"Why are you so excited? I'm a little young, and I'm an adult. Your mother even accepts your homosexuality. You still have the mental capacity to bear it."

"I'm not excited! But she's not!"

"Then how did she come here? Why does she live in your house? How many people are there in the family, how many apartments per person, where are the parents now, are there any old folks in Jiangdong?" Ms. Zhao was about to sing while talking.

"I can't tell." She smiled as expected.

Yu Zhou was at a loss for words, and the place was broken, he picked up the cup and walked out: "Ah yes yes yes."

Speechless.

Ms. Zhao patted her **** reproachfully again: "You're still going around in circles with your mother!"

"She's at school?"

"Ah...um." The training class should also count.

"Tsk." Ms. Zhao looked at her with disgust, as if she had ruined some delicate flower of the motherland.

Looking at Yu Zhou's back, she walked around to the entrance and took out her suitcase: "You two sleep in the master bedroom, right? I sleep in the second bedroom."

Xiang Wan and Yu Zhou were stunned at the same time.

Yu Zhou was tongue-tied: "Do you want to live here?"

"Well, I quarreled with your father. Don't answer his phone call or reveal any information, or you will sever the relationship between mother and daughter."

Ms. Zhao pushed the box to the second bedroom.