Sweetheart was so scared that she was scared out of her wits. This was simply scarier than the second uncle standing at the door!

Are you dreaming? Why does this guy appear here at this time?

Situ Qinglang was amused in his heart. This girl really did not disappoint him. The expression on her little face went from silly to wanting to cry to wanting to laugh. It was so wonderful.

He looked her up and down and found that she was carrying a spatula, wearing a cute bear apron and yellow duck slippers, looking like a homely person.

"You...you...you..." Sweetie couldn't speak properly and stammered three words of "you".

Situ Qinglang couldn't help laughing and said seriously: "Well, it's me."

"How did you...come here?" Sweetie looked at him like an alien!

"He came through time and space." Situ Qinglang replied cooperatively.

Sweetheart was petrified at the door, unable to move a step, feeling a little happy and a little nervous.

It's over, Situ Qinglang is here! Her house is in a mess, and she hasn't even tidied it up properly, nor made tea, nor any snacks!

But why is he here?

Does he want to... see himself?

Her thoughts were racing, but she refused to let him in. Situ Qinglang was helpless and asked, "How long do you plan to let me stand here?"

"Oh! Do you want to come in?" Sweetheart woke up from a dream!

"No, I was just passing by so I took a look." Situ Qinglang said goodbye.

"Oh..." Tianxin was instantly disappointed. It turned out that he didn't come to see her specifically, and he didn't even come in...

She wilted again like an eggplant beaten by frost, and her little face, which was full of energy just now, turned into a dumpling in the blink of an eye.

Situ Qinglang almost laughed out loud. His conscience realized: "I'm kidding you. Do I need to change into slippers when I come in?"

"Ah! No! You can just step in! Welcome!" Sweetie quickly opened the door.

Situ Qinglang entered the door and first looked around at the house. This house should have been built in the 1980s. Although it had two bedrooms and one living room, the total floor area was probably less than 60 square meters. It was small and crowded.

The house has not been renovated, some of the white paint has peeled off, the furniture is retro and simple, and the TV is not much more advanced than the black and white ones.

He frowned, and the sweetheart beside him immediately felt uneasy - did he dislike living in such a shabby place?

The smell of food wafted from the kitchen. Situ Qinglang came back to his senses, glanced at the sofa behind him that could barely be called a sofa, pointed at it and asked, "Can I sit on it?"

"Yes!" Sweetheart Chicken nodded like pecking at rice.

Situ Qinglang sat down, really worried that the sofa would break. Sure enough, the sofa made a heavy "creak" sound.

"You..." Tianxin's expression was very complicated, and she said honestly, "Are you too heavy? The sofa seems to be broken."

Situ Qinglang's mood was very complicated at this moment. This girl actually disliked him as a special soldier because he was too heavy.

Tianxin brought a stool from her room to him, and Situ Qinglang finally felt a little more comfortable.

She stood aside and rubbed her hands, hesitating and not knowing what to say. After holding it in for a long time, she said a clichéd greeting: "Have you eaten?"

Situ Qinglang had no appetite at first, but the smell of the kitchen gave him some appetite. He raised his eyebrows: "You want to treat me to dinner?"

"Of course, if you don't mind it!" Tianxin was very happy and immediately moved the small table and propped it up in front of the sofa.
Chapter completed!