Chapter 227 (1/2)

”Oh, really, I'm sorry.”

Mo Yan didn't think so, gracefully put down Zhang Zhiqin's cup, smiled and apologized, and then said to Zhan Ting:

”Let you see a joke. Don't mind.”

Zhan Ting was stunned and almost wanted to stand up and go, but she stifled it and finally asked Zhang Zhiqin:

”I don't know who this elder sister is?”

”Just a friend.” Zhang Zhiqin answered immediately.

”What kind of friends?” Zhan Ting looked at Mo Yan sitting beside her with a smile and continued to ask.

”Just...”

Zhang Zhiqin looked at Mo Yan next to her and Zhan Ting opposite her. She always felt that no matter how she answered, it would be very miserable.

”Yes...” he turned his eyes and said what he thought was the smartest sentence in his life:

”It's a friend like you.”

The two women were stunned and looked at each other, speechless for a moment.

Ha ha ha, I'm so clever!

Zhang Zhiqin laughed proudly in his heart.

Ouch.

Then he gave a cry of pain and looked down at Mo Yan's seven inch high heel poked on his instep.

”Sorry, I didn't notice.”

Mo Yan took back his feet as if nothing had happened, smiled and asked Zhan Ting:

”My little sister is still a college student?”

Zhan Ting replied, ”I'm 25 years old. I'm one year younger than Zhang Zhiqin. My age is very suitable.”

Mo Yan nodded: ”Oh, indeed, I heard that there are many twenty-four or five little girls in the apple stage. It seems that there are really many who are suitable for Zhang Zhiqin's age.”

Zhan Ting: ”ha ha.”

Mo Yan raised his hand and looked at his watch. He stood up and said, ”it's almost time. Let's go to dinner first and then go to the movies.”

”Oh, good.” Zhang Zhiqin subconsciously stood up.

”Really want to go?” Zhan Ting hesitated. It's strange that two women and one man go to the cinema.

”What's up, little sister? That's not forced. ” Mo Yan doesn't care to spread his hand.

”It's okay. Who said I was okay? Just go! ”

The little girl has a stem in her neck. I'll work with this ”big sister” today!

Lanheng garden, 11th floor.

”It's hard today.”

After dinner, Lin Yao and Fangfang watched the dishes and chopsticks and went into the kitchen. Fang Xiaole sat with her sister in the living room for a while and found an excuse to go into the kitchen.

When Fang Xiaole came in, Fangfang consciously found an excuse and went to the kitchen door, facing the living room, becoming a real eye of human flesh.

Fang Xiaole helped Lin Yao put the washed dishes and chopsticks into the cabinet and whispered to her.

”It's all right. Your sister finally came.”

Lin Yao answered softly and wiped her cheek.

At the end of October, Jiang Rong began to cool down, but the indoor temperature was still 278 degrees. In addition, Lin Yao was busy all the time, and there was a little sweat on her forehead and face.

Fang Xiaole pulls out two pieces of paper from a box of paper under the cupboard and wants to wipe Lin Yao's sweat.

”That's special for wiping lampblack in the kitchen. You can't wipe your face.”

Lin Yao smiled and gently pushed away his hand, with a soft smile and a slightly angry tone.

”There's a difference between paper towels?”

Fang Xiaole was stunned. Straight man really didn't understand these.

”This is sister Yao's towel for washing her face. Here you are.”

Fangfang suddenly came in, took a towel in her hand, handed it to Fang Xiaole without expression, and then turned her hand to the kitchen door and continued to take it seriously.

”Here, give it to me.”

Lin Yao was stunned and wanted to take his towel from Fang Xiaole.

”I'll do it.”

Fang Xiaole took the towel to the sink, turned on the hot water, wet and wring the towel dry. Then he turned and walked back to Lin Yao.

”Well...”