The fake daughter can be salty or sweet

After dinner, Xi Jin hadn't come yet, Yang Zi Zi didn't wait for him anymore, and took the dishes and chopsticks to the kitchen.

Although the original owner had a lot of memories about work in her memory, it was not enough to just have memories, she had to do it herself, and she hadn't done housework for more than two years.

She still knew the process, the detergent to remove the oil.

When Xi Jin came, Yang Zi Zi had already fallen asleep on the sofa.

Xi Jin smiled gently, walked to the kitchen, and found that the girl had washed the dishes. Although it was not very clean, it was already very good.

Xi Jin looked at the sleeping Yang Zi Zi, and couldn't bear to disturb her. For some reason, she went to bed very early every night these days, and he didn't know if it was because of military training.

He picked her up gently and carefully, walked into the room, and gently put her on the bed. Now that the weather was a little cooler, he sat on the floor against the bed and passed his warmth to her, so that she could sleep well.

After the university started, Xi Jin and Yang Zi Zi's daily life became going to and from school again.

Because they lived together again after moving, the two of them went to and from school at the same time every time. Over time, in order to save time and effort, Xi Jin naturally became Yang Zizi's exclusive driver.

The two seemed to have returned to their senior year of high school.

But they had different feelings for each other.

Xi Jin subtly regarded this friendship as love, while Yang Zizi always treated Xi Jin as a brother.

Because there was a drama to be filmed, Yang Zizi would go to the crew to film after class, and Xi Jin followed her until she finished work and went home in the early morning.

Every time Xi Jin followed her back so late, Yang Zizi felt bad.

On the way home one night.

"Xi Jin, you don't have to stay with me on the set every night."

"Why not? I'll stay with you to ensure your safety. Look, you're a star now, you must have bodyguards, otherwise what if your black fans assassinate you or something happens during filming?"

Yang Zizi was speechless. Where did this kid get his wild imagination? It can only happen in the bloody plots in novels.

But after thinking about it carefully, Xi Jin seems to be right. After all, she has more black fans than fans now, so she really needs to pay attention to safety.

However, in this modern society with advanced technology, there is a legal system, and no one dares to assassinate.

"Xi Jin, how about I let our crew director let you be the screenwriter." Yang Zizi said with a smile, don't waste talent.

"Then I have to work two jobs, write the script and act myself." [space"\