If there is an unanswerable topic that you don’t know how to answer.

Then create a new unanswerable topic and throw it to the questioner...

"It must be your illusion." Zhang Zhiming opened his arms and showed a wicked smile: "If you don't believe me, come here and smell it."

"I don't smell it." Yu Chunjiao trotted into the kitchen, fearing that the bad guy Zhang Zhiming would rush up to her, hug her, kiss and touch her, and even want to take off her clothes.

But how could Zhang Zhiming let her go? He chased her into the kitchen and beat her fiercely: "You called me so many times yesterday, did you think I was going crazy?"

"I don't."

"I don't believe it. You called me early this morning to ask about the situation."

"I just have nothing to do."

"You called the police yesterday because you were worried that I was missing."

"That's just because, because..."

"You also said you would rather I fire you than have anything happen to me."

"Ah, I, I..." Yu Chunjiao hesitated for a long time without saying anything.

These problems of Zhang Zhiming are really difficult to solve. Due to the woman's reserve, she does not want to directly admit that she is actually worried about Zhang Zhiming.

Zhang Zhiming suddenly lost contact yesterday and never came home, so Yu Chunjiao became more and more worried as she thought about all the cases of missing human traffickers.

In a moment of desperation, she couldn't help but call the police.

At that time, Yu Chunjiao was really going crazy with anxiety. She didn't even return home. She just sat in the living room and looked at the door, waiting for Zhang Zhiming. She kept looking forward and looking forward to the arrival of Zhang Zhiming. The longer she waited, the more anxious she became, and finally she lay down on her stomach in the living room.

Fell asleep.

When she woke up in the morning and saw the news about Zhang Zhiming, Yu Chunjiao felt beyond words. She immediately called Zhang Zhiming to inquire about the situation. She was truly relieved after learning that Zhang Zhiming had just dropped his phone.

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But after the incident, Yu Chunjiao felt nothing. It was not until Zhang Zhiming mentioned it again that Yu Chunjiao realized that she was actually so worried about Zhang Zhiming.

But how can you say this kind of thing out loud?

Seeing that Yu Chunjiao was like an ant on a hot pot, Zhang Zhiming decisively took action again, directly holding Yu Chunjiao's face and kissing her mouth to mouth.

She didn't know how to answer the question, but she was suddenly kissed again, and Yu Chunjiao couldn't turn her head around.

However, she did not resist, but closed her eyes and thought, she has been kissed so many times anyway, one more kiss will be okay.

a long time....

Zhang Zhiming let go of Yu Chunjiao, looked at her with deep eyes, lowered his voice and said: "You really don't need to wear such thick clothes in the future. If you can't accept it for a while, then I will wait until you can accept me."

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"Don't torture yourself because of me. If you are unhappy, just tell me and I will do it. I will never force you."

Zhang Zhiming smiled softly, stretched out his hand to rub Yu Chunjiao's head, and continued: "Okay, go ahead and do your work. I'll go out and sing a love song to you."

After saying that, Zhang Zhiming turned around, put his hands in his pockets and left the scene casually, returning to the living room to tinker with the guitar.

Yu Chunjiao was still a little dazed. When she heard the music playing in the living room, she raised a slight smile: "You little brat, you imitate adults and pretend to be cool all day long, and you treat me like a child and rub my hair. I'm so disgusted."

Already."

"But, it's really hot to wear so much. He seems to be my boyfriend, so there's no need to guard against him."

As Yu Chunjiao said that, she left the kitchen, went back to her bedroom, took off all the layers of clothes, and then put on the beautiful dress she liked.

A pink tight-fitting long skirt that covers the hips, commonly known as the stepmother skirt.

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On the fifth floor of an old residential building, there are a total of six suites on this floor, but only two families live in it. This house is more than ten years old. As the house gets older, the residents can naturally move out.

Moved out.

Among the only two families left, Yu Chunjiao's family is one of them.

At this time, Wang Xiaole had just finished watching an episode of Pleasant Goat and Big Big Wolf. He felt that he was really hungry, so he went to the kitchen to cook himself a bowl of noodles. As a result, he couldn't eat it because he put too much pepper powder.

The chef of Dark Cuisine, whose scientific name is Wang Qiumei and nickname is Wang Xiaole.

"Why hasn't mom come back yet?"

Wang Xiaole had a sad face and was very depressed. She was a genius in learning, but a fool in the kitchen. She had studied with Yu Chunjiao for a lot of time, but every time she ended up with either a little more of this or a little less of that.

Even her cheerful brother Wang Xiaohuan, who can eat anything, doesn't want to eat what she cooks.

"He didn't answer my question today either."

Wang Xiaole was brushing Penguin, and Zhang Zhiming only sent her a message in the early morning, and he never replied after that.

She has not decided on a title for Zhang Zhiming yet, and has never called him when chatting with Zhang Zhiming. She always asks questions directly and then starts chatting.

This is not Wang Xiaole's fault, she really doesn't know how to call Zhang Zhiming. The reason is that she and He Yulan have been playing together recently. He Yulan, a senior in high school, often comes to her, a sophomore in high school, to ask questions.

Wang Xiaole was told that Wang Xiaole must help her make up for the two years she had lost in studies. Wang Xiaole said she would do her best.

While teaching He Yulan how to do questions, Wang Xiaole and He Yulan chatted and learned from her that Zhang Zhiming was actually a senior who had just graduated from the same school for one year, and was in the same class as his brother. He was only eighteen years old this year.

This suddenly confused Wang Xiaole. How should he shout?

Call me brother, that’s my mother’s boyfriend.

Calling uncle, I can't get through this psychologically.

Wang Xiaole encountered a unique problem in the world. His mother's boyfriend is eighteen years old. How should he call him?

And Wang Xiaole also has a little selfishness of his own...

"Du~du~du~"

Just as Wang Xiaole was staring at the chat page in a daze, someone called.

"This guy has disappeared for so long without making a sound. Why is he calling now?"

Wang Xiaole frowned and pressed the answer button, and asked displeasedly: "Wang Xiaohuan, why are you calling me?"

"Hey, girl, can you be more polite when talking to your brother?" Wang Xiaohuan said.

Wang Xiaole snorted: "If you have something to say, say it, and if you have something to say, let it go."

She knew her brother very well. Both of them had a habit of telling their mother what was on their mind. They would never talk to each other, and they would never talk to each other.

The only time was when Wang Xiaole was a little worried that Wang Xiaohuan had been causing trouble outside and hadn't come home for so long. He called once, but Wang Xiaohuan not only didn't answer, but also hung up directly.

Therefore, if Wang Xiaohuan had nothing to do, it would be absolutely impossible for him to find her.

Sure enough, as Wang Xiaole expected, Wang Xiaohuan smiled and asked: "Sister, I remember that you have saved all the New Year's money since you were a child. I have something going on here, so I want to find you..."

Before Wang Xiaohuan could finish speaking, Wang Xiaole said angrily: "Wang Xiaohuan, you want to ask me for money, but I won't give it to you in your dreams."
Chapter completed!