Xia Yang didn't want to lose control in the middle of the night and kiss a person with a bruised nose and face, and his face was covered with ointment. He growled: "I told you to sleep on the sofa, just sleep on the sofa. Why are you talking so much nonsense!"

"You..." Jiaming pouted and moved her lips, but still did not say any words of resistance. She turned around and jumped into the sofa aggrievedly, hating herself for being so useless.

Sleeping until midnight, Xia Yang felt thirsty and wanted to drink water. He habitually turned on the bedside lamp. Oh, what a stunning scene. His throat tightened and he swallowed subconsciously. His Adam's apple slid in his throat.

Dryness and heat are running through the body.

Su Jiaming was sleeping soundly, and the quilt had already been kicked to the side by her. Her dress and pajamas touched her waist. Her waist was as slim as a willow, her belly was flat, and her two white and tender thighs were thin, straight and long, spread out like this.

, the light pink panty is clearly visible, and there is a bow on it.

Her upper body was slightly tilted to the side, and her shoulder straps slid down smoothly. Her skin was like cream, and her shoulders were like crisp. She was still alert, and she wore an extra small bra underneath, but this was enough to make a man bleed.

Xia Yang took a deep breath and tried to calm down, but the scene of the night with Jiaming Wencun popped into his mind involuntarily, the tight restraint, the raw moan...

"It's really killing me!" He growled, turned around and walked into the bathroom. He turned on the faucet and kept pouring water on his face. Feeling that he couldn't suppress the fire, he simply turned on the shower and took a cold shower.

After calming down, Xia Yang wiped his hair and turned down the air conditioner by one degree on the remote control to see if you still dare to come out without covering yourself with a quilt to seduce people.

"Mom..." Jiaming murmured, turned over and held the quilt in her arms.

Xia Yang shook her head helplessly. She was obviously still a child, and she must have missed home when she was alone in this foreign country.

Suddenly, Xia Yang felt some compassion. He really couldn't be hard-hearted towards such a child.

In the morning, Jiaming woke up, yawned and stretched. She saw that the bed was empty and the quilt had been folded into dried tofu. She guessed that Xia Yang must have gone out.

Humph, I guess he had a conscience and didn't wake me up.

Jiaming put on a T-shirt and jeans and walked out of the room with the floor plan Xia Yang had given her before. It was so funny. She had to follow the floor plan at home, otherwise she would get lost. What a strange family this is.

She went to the laundry room and threw the dirty clothes into the washing machine, including her pajamas, the clothes she changed yesterday, and Xia Yang's clothes.

Walking to the kitchen, she saw smoke coming out of the casserole and a burst of aroma wafting from it. Jiaming opened the lid and saw that the millet was tumbling tightly in water. It turned out that she was cooking porridge. It turned out that this ratio is required for cooking porridge.

She quickly closed the lid.

Just as she was thinking about it, the sound of turning the door lock suddenly came from outside the door. Jiaming immediately picked up the mop on the side and started mopping it pretending to work hard.

Xia Yang was wearing simple sportswear and had just gone to the gym.

"Are you back?" Su Jiaming breathed heavily on purpose, "Hey, I'm mopping the floor. Look, the entire restaurant and kitchen have been mopped. I'm so tired." She put away the mop vigorously and moved it in the clean room.

There were water marks on the floor tiles.

Xia Yang glanced at her, expressionless, turned around and walked to the room. He just came to see what Su Jiaming was doing.

Jiaming, relax, Tsk, I’m saying hello to you kindly, but you still don’t appreciate it and look down on me?! I still look down on you!

She packed up the mop and went to the balcony to dry the clothes.

When Xia Yang came out of the shower, she saw Jiaming clamping her pajamas, and then a small square piece of white cloth. Xia Yang watched silently as she hung the clothes on the clothes drying pole, which was the wrap she wore last night.

Breasts? He thought.

Jiaming took out his shirt, grabbed his shoulders with both hands and shook it hard, flattened it and then hung it up to dry. Of course, there was also his underwear, which was quite big. She even put it in front of her and compared it. It was really

Big, I didn't realize his butt was that big.

His own shirt was floating on the balcony. Xia Yang had an indescribable feeling. It was good to have someone wash his clothes.

After Jiaming hung up her clothes and turned around, Xia Yang still looked at her blankly, her eyes meeting hers.

"Ahem, cough, cough," Xia Yang pretended to cough a few times to cover up his embarrassment, "Su Jiaming, underwear cannot be machine washed, let alone washed with washing powder. This is common sense, don't you understand?"

Jiaming argued: "Why, isn't it always washed? Look, isn't it quite clean?" She pointed to his underwear.

Xia Tianyang had a stern face, thinking how dirty he could be if he changed his clothes every day. He just threw his underwear in the washing machine and washed it with other clothes and socks. How dirty it was!

He walked to the balcony and pointed at her bra, "It will deform when washed in the machine. Look at yours, it won't look the same at all."

Jiaming said shyly: "My one is very old and has lost its shape a long time ago."

"..." Xia Yang didn't want to argue with her anymore, and said in a commanding tone, "In short, I will wash my underwear by hand from now on." It was really not his style to discuss the issue of how to wash underwear with a child.

"oh."

Xia Yang walked into the kitchen, reached out and closed the door.

There was the sound of cutting things in the kitchen, and Jiaming ran to take a look out of boredom, but as soon as she opened the door, someone yelled from inside, "Get out, what are you looking at, close the door!" She was so frightened that she quickly closed the door.

What did she see? Xia Yang was wearing a pastoral green apron and was slicing meat. He looked like a housewife. He was also shy and didn't let others see him cooking. Haha, this is too boring.

.Sexy.

After a while, the kitchen door opened, and Xia Yang came out with a bowl of porridge while eating, and said, "You have to drink it yourself."

Jiaming walked into the kitchen and smelled the aroma long ago. It was just as she expected, preserved egg and lean meat porridge. Oh my, it smells so good. I didn't expect Xia Yang's cooking skills to be pretty good. She filled a big bowl with meat.

The silk noodles are tender and chewy, the rice porridge is smooth and glutinous, and the preserved eggs are finely chopped but not rotten, so delicious.

Looking at the chopping board, it had been cleaned up a long time ago, and the knife was as bright as new. Jiaming admired it so much. He was a master at cutting preserved eggs.

Jiaming was eating porridge and ran out to ask for advice: "Xia Yang, how do you cut these preserved eggs? To cut them so finely and not rotten, you must have some special skills, right?"

Xia Yang was stunned for a moment, isn't it just cutting preserved eggs? What kind of trick can she have? This girl thinks too much. Does she always think that others can't do things she can't do? But looking at the little girl's bright eyes,

He pretended, "I go to the gym every day to practice my arm strength. It's easy to talk about anything. I saw you were sleeping soundly today so I didn't call you. I'll start exercising with me tomorrow!"

Jiaming's face instantly drooped. If I had made a mistake, I wouldn't have asked if I had known. I really dug my own grave!

After breakfast and tidying up, it was time to clean the study. She wiped the bookcase with a rag and saw that the computer on the desk was on. She really wanted to go online. I wonder what Xu Ziqing is doing now. What is Xu Ziqing doing at school?

Wouldn't she be laughed at? There was also the matter of the tennis league. She had only heard from Kitagawa. She didn't know what it was exactly, but it must be on the Internet.

Suddenly, she accidentally knocked something down, and there was a loud "click" sound. She quickly bent down to pick it up, and then looked at the living room. Fortunately, he didn't hear it, so she quickly put it back and everything was fine.

But things didn't go as planned. The plastic box shattered and a corner fell off.

Jiaming bit her finger, what should she do now? What kind of good thing is it? When she opened it, there were some CDs inside, "Wow!" She yelled, but immediately covered her mouth, what is this, Cang

#empty... Oops, it’s so ecstatic, it’s not suitable for children!

"What's wrong?" Xia Yang's voice came from outside. Jiaming hurriedly stuffed the plastic box into the bookshelf, but when she panicked, she not only failed to stuff it in, but also dropped it on the ground. This time, more than one corner was broken.

It's so simple, but the plastic box was already a bit old, and after the second heavy blow, it fell to pieces, and even the CD inside was shattered to the ground.

Xia Yang shook his head in distress, this little girl had to beware of her damaging it while cleaning her.

"I'm sorry, I was really careless!" Jiaming hurriedly picked it up, thinking to herself, I really can't tell that the old man also collected Teacher Cang's works.

When he saw Teacher Cang's video, his whole body trembled, and he glanced at Jiaming awkwardly. The little girl was snickering with her lips pursed. When he saw him looking at her, she was so frightened that she immediately became serious.

Jiaming said seriously: "I didn't see anything."

I didn’t see your size, I didn’t see you saying this?! Xia Yang suddenly became angry and lectured: "You can’t even do the most basic housework. How stupid are you! How do you teach me at home?"

Yes, are you cleaning or destroying?! Get out of here, you don’t need to clean it up!”

As he spoke, he snatched the records from Jiaming's hand and threw them all into the trash can with a bang.

Jiaming was still squatting, but now she could no longer snicker. She stood up silently, turned around and walked out of the study with the rag in hand.

Xia Yang frowned. Wouldn't she be too harsh? He walked out and saw Jiaming cleaning the sofa, polishing the leather sofa until it was shiny. This sofa had been for some years, and the leather surface was

It was covered with a light layer of putty, just like the furnishings in old photos. Even if it was polished brightly, it could not hide its rustic look, which was very inconsistent with the brightness and cleanliness of the windows at home.

Jiaming went to the sink on the balcony to wash the rag. She rubbed it hard, and water drops splashed on her face. She instinctively closed her eyes tightly. It looked so cute. She reached out and wiped the water drops on her forehead.

Wipe it off together with the beads of sweat.

Xia Yang looked a little lost. He hadn't looked at a woman so seriously for a long time. It had been five years, yes, five years. The woman he had looked at carefully and intently had disappeared for five years. He knew her.

He is living a good life now and feels at ease.

After washing the rag, Jiaming went back to the living room to wipe the sofa. The areas she wiped were shiny and slippery, and the areas she hadn't wiped were rough and dusty. She couldn't be lazy.

Suddenly, there was a "hiss" sound, and Jiaming stared blankly at the scene in front of her. What, the leather sofa... was broken.

Is it true that as he said, I will destroy and cause trouble? Am I really a fool? Yes, yes, I am a wild child with no one to control and no one to teach me. My mother doesn’t want me, and the school doesn’t want me either...

Thinking about it, Jiaming's face wrinkled up, her mouth flattened, her nose became sore, and tears welled up in her eyes.

When Xia Yang saw this, he said calmly: "It's broken just in time. I'm thinking of replacing it with a new one. Come with me to the furniture market later."

"Huh?" It's unbelievable. I was scolded for breaking a record box, but nothing happened when I scratched a sofa? One is a worthless plastic box, and the other is a valuable leather sofa. This... the devil's thoughts are indeed different from ordinary people.

, your brain is funny.

Xia Yang glared at her, "Ah what, why don't you go wash your dirty face?"
Chapter completed!