Devil 1621 is a girl 4

Zhao Haoran looked very ordinary, both in terms of looks and temperament. He did not have the murderous aura of a policeman, nor did he have the spirit of a young man.

Standing in front of the mirror, he looked very compatible with this family.

Plain and indifferent, he did not look like he was doing anything big.

Looks were born from the heart.

Xia Ling smiled, and so did the person in the mirror.

With this smile, her face looked much better, bringing with it the vigor of a young man.

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Xia Ling came back early.

Father Zhao had to go out to the stalls at night, so he went to reserve a seat early in the morning.

The House cooked dinner, and only she and mother Bai ate.

Bai Yanyan was now a student, 18 years old. She was older when she went to school, and her flower-like age was also the peak period of rebellion.

It was common for her to not go home at night, and there would often be wars in the house. Half of the time, mother Bai would hold Bai Yanyan's ear and scold her.

Bai Yanyan did not say much, nor did she disobey Mother Bai. She just turned around and did what she was supposed to do. She listened to mother Bai's words in one ear and out the other. She had a stubborn personality.

Xia Ling originally thought that she would be able to see Bai Yanyan when she came back.

No matter what the devil King's personality was in this world, as a girl's devil king, she was looking forward to it when she thought about it.

However, she didn't expect that Bai yanyan wouldn't eat at home for dinner and would even stay out all night.

She didn't know how many days it would be before she met her.

Mother Bai rambled on and on as she ate, she criticized Bai Yanyan.

Xia Ling listened and summarized some of Bai Yanyan's personality from Mother Bai's words. She was surly, rebellious, and very sharp. This was the typical characteristic of a rebellious child.

She wrote down the key points and ate the vegetables while she was at it. Then, she wrote down mother Bai's words.

[ Bai yanyan likes to eat lotus root, but she doesn't like meat. She especially likes lotus root slices with a sour taste. It's the most refreshing. She can eat a plate of it every meal. ]

[ Bai Yanyan can't eat chicken. She'll be allergic once she eats it, but she likes to court death. When she's free, she'll buy some chicken chops to eat. She'll have an allergic rash if she eats it. ]

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After a meal, Xia Ling's sharp eyes saw that there were two thermos buckets in the kitchen.

She and mother Bai had finished eating, so the thermos buckets wouldn't be for them.

So, this should be..

Seeing mother Bai clean up the dishes and carry the thermos buckets out, Xia Ling immediately stood up.

"Aunt Bai, you can rest at home. Send Food to dad and Yanyan. I'll go. "

"..."Mother Bai was momentarily stunned.

She looked at Xia Ling. "Didn't you and Yanyan just fight today? "

Fight today?

Xia Ling quickly recalled and finally remembered that there was such a thing in the original owner's memory.

During breakfast, Mother Bai told Bai Yanyan about the strange clothes she was wearing and asked her to change out of her torn pants before going to school.

Bai Yanyan ignored her and was about to leave after she finished eating.

Zhao Haoran grabbed Bai Yanyan and quarreled with Bai Yanyan.

With Bai Yanyan's eloquence, Zhao Haoran could not even win against her gaze, let alone quarreling with her.

As a result of their argument, Bai Yanyan left indifferently while Zhao Haoran was like a defeated chicken... ... She turned around to look at Father Zhao and mother Bai. The situation was very awkward, so she could only force herself to go to work ...

Xia Ling smiled as she thought of this, but she still insisted on taking the thermos from Mother Bai.

"It's okay. We're all family. There's no reason to hold grudges for so long. The school is far away, so I'll rent a bike outside. You have rheumatism on your legs, so you should rest more. I'll send the food to them. "

"You child, YOU'RE SO sensible! If Yanyan was half as sensible as you, I'd be willing to die. "