Ch 81

　Sometimes he helped the adults serve the dishes, bringing the noodles up with a straight face and holding back his strength. He would also act like a young adult, gently tugging on Ji Fanling's sleeves, standing on tiptoe and saying in her ear: " Sister, I added two pieces of barbecued pork for you."

　　Ji Fanling: "..."

　　The girl turned over the noodles with chopsticks, and sure enough, there were two pieces of barbecued pork hidden in the noodles.

　　Ji Fanling raised his eyebrows: "Stealing things?"

　　"How do you call stealing your own things?" Jiang Baixing said plausibly.

　　Ji Fanling grabbed him with one hand, ignored his futile struggles and sophistry, and raised her voice: "Aunt Jiang! Aunt Jiang!"

　　Aunt Jiang lifted the curtain and came out of the kitchen: "What's wrong?"

　　Ji Fanling: "Little Xingxing, give me more "I have barbecued pork."

　　Aunt Jiang came over and laughed: "Just eat it. It's just two pieces of meat. Aunt Jiang will give you two more pieces."

　　Ji Fanling was stunned for a moment.

　　The girl moved her lips and said with a dull face: "No, I paid for plain noodles."

　　"If there's anything you can't do, I'll do it if I say it's okay."

　　Aunt Jiang was quick with her hands and feet and had already entered the kitchen. She added two pieces of barbecued pork and added them to her bowl without any explanation. She said softly: "The recipe has been changed from before. Can you try it for Aunt Jiang? Is it delicious?"

　　Ji Fanling was completely defeated by their mother and son. She lowered her head and picked up a piece. Put it in your mouth.

　　"Is it delicious?" Little Xingxing lay on her lap, with bright eyes like a puppy.

　　The hot steam rushed into the eyes, making it difficult to see clearly.

　　The girl lowered her head, almost burying her face in the bowl, and muttered in a low voice: "Hmm..."

　　"...delicious."

　　Back then, Ji Fanling could still completely control the little star.

　　I'm really overwhelmed now.

　　It's okay if he comes to eat, but he's also a talkative person, chasing after Ji Fanling every day:

　　"Sister, which year did you go to No. 1 Middle School?"

　　"The last one? Or the last one?

　　"Where do you live, sister? "

　　"Who is your class teacher?"

　　... Ji 　　Fanling

　　: "Next year." "I don't remember."

: "Sister..."

　　Ji Fanling chased people away: "Don't bother me, let's go."

　　In fact, if he really wanted to confess to Jiang Baixing that she was the Ji Fanling back then, she was not dead, and she was actually fine, he would definitely keep it a secret for her. Yes, tell Aunt Jiang at most.

　　…but here's the thing.

　　She just had a little bit of Fu Yingcheng's glory, and Jiang Baixing's momentum of repaying his kindness was so terrible. If he really regarded her as his savior, he might not know what he would do.

　　It's scary to think about it.

　　Jiang Baixing, and Aunt Jiang.

　　She couldn't handle these two people at all.

　　never mind.

　　It's better not to recognize each other.

　　*

　　After work in the evening, Ji Fanling finally sent Jiang Baixing away and returned to the rental house. Lu Yan said she was going to take a bath in the bathhouse. Ji Fanling had just taken a bath yesterday and did not go with her.

　　She washed the clothes she had saved for two days and cleaned the room. When she was collecting the clothes, she suddenly found that another piece of underwear was missing.

　　Ji Fanling couldn't find him anywhere, so he finally couldn't bear it anymore, frowned and knocked on the door of the young couple in Room 1.

　　The speakers in the room were playing loudly, and Kpop hits were deafening. The girl who opened the door happened to be the girl in the couple.

　　She only showed half of her face, and her upper body was in a disco suspender. Her originally smiling face suddenly felt unhappy: "What are you doing?"

　　"I'm from room 4." Ji Fanling said, "Look for the underwear hanging on the balcony. It's here. Is it possible that you got it by mistake..."

　　"Impossible."

　　Ji Fanling continued coldly: "White, I bought it from the supermarket downstairs. It's very likely that it's the same style as the one you bought..." "

　　Impossible. "

　　The girl interrupted again, glanced at Ji Fanling up and down, and said mockingly: "Please, I'm not the same size as you. Even if you take it, you can't wear it, okay?"

　　Ji Fanling looked at her expressionlessly.

　　The girl seemed to be bored. She chewed something in her mouth and opened the door wide. Behind her, she could see her lean boyfriend lying disheveled on the bed.

　　The girl crossed her arms and leaned against the door frame: "I said, aren't you friends with the girl in room three?"

　　Ji Fanling's eyelids tightened: "So what?"

　　"She didn't Did she tell you that she had lost her underwear before?"

　　Ji Fanling was stunned for a moment.

　　When the girl saw this, she raised her eyebrows and laughed: "It seems that your relationship is not that good."

　　Ji Fanling frowned: "What do you mean?"

　　"Think about it for yourself."

　　After the girl finished speaking, she slammed the door.

　　Even if she asked someone who had no friendship, she wouldn't be able to tell anything. If she was willing to say it, she would have said it just now.

　　Ji Fanling pressed her knuckles, turned around, and was about to go back to her room. Suddenly she heard the sound of the door of room number two closing.

　　The door closed quickly, and Ji Fanling could only see the shadow of his big feet in slippers that were hurriedly retracted.

　　She remembered that the person living in room No. 2 was a slovenly man without a job. He was tall and fat, and his hair was so long that it covered his eyes.

　　Ji Fanling's room was in the corner, and he had to pass through his door to enter and exit.

　　Men often leave the door wide open. Sometimes when Ji Fanling goes out, she will see him sitting on the bed smiling at her from the corner of her eye.

　　Ji Fanling stared at the door of Room 2.

　　She couldn't even remember the man's face.

　　But she remembered that she had a fever that day and she was the only one lying in the room.

　　It was this person who, for some unknown reason, kept knocking on her door and talking for a long time.

　　...

　　You like to steal things, right?

　　Ji Fanling narrowed his eyes.

　　No matter who steals her things, there will be a price to pay.