"You go back, we will clean up. It's almost twelve o'clock, Aunt Ling should be anxious!"

Han Muxue stood up and followed the diligent and discerning Li Zitong to clean up the mess on the table. At the same time, she sped up the movements of her hands and gently took the few pairs of chopsticks she had just collected from Li Zitong's hand.

"Zi Tong, you're all here, I'll just come."

"No need, Sister Xue'er, just sit down and I'll clean it up. Your hands are not suitable for touching such greasy and dirty dishes!"

The more Ling Zi watched Li Zitong hold Han Muxue's hand and speak so emotionally, he couldn't help but respond. Then he immediately stood up and grabbed the chopsticks and dirty bowls.

He quickly piled up the other dirty dishes on the table and took them away.

"I'll wash it."

Han Muxue looked at his back, opened the faucet awkwardly, looked for dishwashing liquid for a long time, rolled up her sleeves, picked up the rag, picked up a strange plate, and started scrubbing it seriously.

"Are you okay?"

Han Muxue expressed doubts about Ling Ziyue's ability to do housework. There are servants in the Ling family who specialize in doing these things. He, a pampered young man, should have nothing to do except working and studying at the police station.

Bar.

"How about you come over and give me some guidance?"

He turned his head and raised the plate with dish soap foam in his hand, as if to invite Han Muxue.

"Sister Xue'er, there's no need to trouble you. How about I teach Uncle Ling how to wash it."

At this time, Li Zitong would never give in, and suddenly took Han Muxue's arm as he went to help.

Ling Ziyue's face instantly darkened again, and he uttered two words clearly from his mouth.

"Need not!"

"No need, right? Then just wash yourself properly. After washing, go home as soon as possible. It's getting late."

Faced with Han Muxue's repeated urgings, Ling Ziyue finally couldn't bear it anymore.

"Why are you always in such a hurry to drive me back?"

"Of course you have to go back to reunite with your family during the Chinese New Year. Isn't it good that you always stick to me?"

Ling Zi lowered his head and began to turn around in earnest, rinsing the edge of the plate with water.

"You are my family, my dearest family."

For a moment, Han Muxue felt that the air conditioner in the room was too warm. The dry and gentle warm air made her cheeks feel a little warm, and her heart also felt warm.

She didn't know how to respond for a moment, again in front of Li Zitong.

She turned to Li Zitong with a somewhat flustered expression and invited him to sit on the soft sofa in the living room, watch TV and eat some snacks.

"Sister Xue'er, what do you like to watch? How is the movie?"

"I prefer literary and artistic films!"

"Heroes think alike. I also like literary films!"

"Which director do you like?"

With common interests and hobbies, the two people naturally lived together again, and the chatterbox suddenly opened up and they couldn't stop it. It felt like they met late.

"Foreign ones, such as Feigman and Spit, and domestic ones like Gu Yian and Cheng Chuan."

"The most classic "Romance Dies on the Nile", I must watch it once every year!"

"Wow, it's been a long time since I found someone whose taste is so consistent with mine! Zitong, you have such a discerning eye!"

Han Muxue was overjoyed to finally find an ally in the field of movie watching.

In the past, when I was with Chen Lai, we would always have serious disagreements when watching movies.

She likes this kind of movies that are niche but have good quality and special expressions in the lens and language.

Chen Lai prefers police action blockbusters and Marvel hero-type commercial movies that can stimulate people's senses quickly and massively in a short period of time.

Therefore, no matter how close the relationship between the two of them is, they always have different opinions. Sometimes Chen Lai can invite other friends to go to the theater to support him, but she can't. She often closes the door and is alone.

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Now, with Zitong, she is finally no longer alone.

She held Li Zitong's hand with some excitement, quickly used the TV remote control, rummaged around for a while, and found the one she had watched countless times, "The Death of Romance" that Li Zitong just mentioned.

"On the Bank of the Nile".

Looking back this time, she finally has someone to discuss it with.

This kind of joy that someone can understand me is beyond words.

Ling Ziyue was opening the kitchen, miserably washing the cups, plates, and dishes, each one being washed extremely carefully.

From time to time, he could hear excited discussions between the two women, especially Han Muxue, whose voice was obviously much louder and seemed to be very happy talking.

When the washing was almost done, Lin Ziyue turned his head and looked diagonally behind him.

On the large sofa, Li Zitong almost stretched out his arms to hug Han Muxue, with a bright smile. The two chatted animatedly. Han Muxue even peeled an orange for her and carefully cleaned off the white silk.

, and then stuffed it into her mouth, repeating this several times.

Li Zitong felt Ling Ziyue staring at the two of them.

He raised his eyes far away and tilted his head slightly, looking at the somewhat arrogant posture. The slight curl of the corner of his mouth was a provocation to him intentionally or unintentionally.

Ling Zi became more and more angry.

It turns out that she was washing dishes and doing hard work in her heart, but she didn't get any attention at all. This opponent was really powerful, and she always made him feel a deep sense of crisis, intentionally or unintentionally.

He lowered his head and looked at his hands, which were soaked in the detergent foam and turned white and wrinkled, and felt very unwilling to do so.

Impossible, absolutely impossible! How could he not be able to compete with a little girl?

He gradually closed his fists in the pool, looked at the looming dishes soaked in white foam, and thought for a while.

Li Zitong's behavior truly proved a truth in front of him: showing weakness and pretending to be pitiful to gain sympathy is the most powerful weapon.

He then picked up a plate, and when he took it out of the sink accidentally, it shattered on the marble floor with a "snap".

In an instant, the porcelain fragments of this medium-sized butterfly flew everywhere.

The noise here on this plate seems to be much louder than the ordinary shattering.

The two people in the viewing area over there immediately focused their attention.

"what happened?"

Han Muxue was a little nervous and ran over to check the situation.

It happened that Ling Zi got shorter and went to pick up the debris in that place.

"It doesn't matter. Don't come over here. Don't cut your foot. I'll take care of it."

But as soon as he finished speaking, a huge piece of debris in Ling Ziyue's hand cut his pale and wet finger.

Bright red blood flowed out immediately, and the cut mark was not small.

"your hands!"

Han Muxue became even more anxious when she saw Yin Hong, and hurriedly grabbed Ling Ziyue's hand to check the injury.

"What's going on? You're so careless. How can you wash the dishes like this?"
Chapter completed!