Ch 110

　After a while, Jiang Baixing finally stopped crying.

　　The young man lowered his head and sat in front of her, with his shoulders hunched, and he wiped his face with a tissue randomly. His cheeks and neck were red: "Actually, I usually don't cry."

　　Ji Fanling twitched the corner of his mouth: "Okay, all children are like this. It's not particularly embarrassing." 　　Jiang

　　Baixing raised his wet eyes: "Sister, how did you survive?"

　　"

　　So, where do you live now?" It's

good to have a place to live anyway."

　　"Is it because of me that my sister went to work?"

　　Jiang Baixing was anxious, "The food stall environment is so bad, you can't work there."

　　"I can't? "

　　Ji Fanling laughed, her voice a few degrees colder, "When will it be your turn to say I can't do it anymore?"

　　Jiang Baixing knew that she was soft on others and admitted her mistake in a low voice: "I didn't mean that..."

　　Ji Fanling's expression softened. Some: "Also, don't tell your mother about me."

　　"Ah?" Jiang Baixing raised his head, "Why?"

　　What else could it be.

　　Of course I'm afraid your mother will cry too.

　　Ji Fanling looked away: "Anyway, the fewer people who know about my affairs, the better."

　　Jiang Baixing hesitated and said, "What if she takes me to visit the grave again during Qingming Festival this year?"

　　Ji Fanling: "..."

　　The girl closed her eyes and felt as if she was dead: "Then what else can I do?

　　"

　　Ji Fanling was young and had saved a lot of paper money after his death.

　　Jiang Baixing thought about it for a moment and nodded solemnly: "Okay, I will keep it a secret."

　　Ji Fanling suddenly thought: "So are you and Aunt Jiang cleaning my tomb?"

　　Jiang Baixing nodded.

　　"No wonder."

　　Ji Fanling frowned again, "But how come you have a photo of my mother?"

　　Jiang Baixing was stunned: "What photo?"

　　"Didn't you put it there?"

　　"Probably not."

　　Ji Fanling fell into deep thought.

　　Who could it be?

　　She doesn't know anyone anymore.

　　"Mr. Fu." Jiang Baixing suddenly spoke.

　　Ji Fanling was suddenly startled and looked up at him.

　　Jiang Baixing continued: "How did you meet me? Why did you eat with him?"

　　Ji Fanling breathed a sigh of relief for some reason and said, "He and I are classmates."

　　Jiang Baixing: "?"

　　Ji Fanling: "High school classmates. "

　　Jiang Baixing was surprised: "What a coincidence?" Ji Fanling, who saved him, and Fu Yingcheng, who helped him, had known each other for a long time.

　　"Are you friends?"

　　Ji Fanling said vaguely, with a cryptic attitude of "Children don't ask questions about adults' matters": "Go back, don't send me away." His eyes were filled with tears. I'm so swollen from crying that I really can't bear it.

　　Jiang Baixing said "Oh": "Then you will come to eat noodles more often in the future."

　　"Okay, okay, let's go." Ji Fanling waved her hands like a chicken.

　　Maybe he felt embarrassed, so Jiang Baixing was too embarrassed to say anything and trotted upstairs.

　　Ji Fanling looked at his back, frowning and lost in thought.

　　So who on earth gave her mother's photo back to her?

　　*

　　In the evening, Ji Fanling was lying on the bed playing Xiaoxiaole, when news about Zhou Sui popped up.

　　Suisui Ping'an: [Fan Ling, I've been visiting relatives recently and there's so much milk at home that I can't finish it. I'll send you two boxes tomorrow night. ]

　　None of my business: [I don't live there anymore. ]

　　Suisui Ping An: [Moved? Why didn't you call me to help? So where do you live now? ]

　　None of my business: [I moved back to Fu Yingcheng's house. ]

　　Long silence.

　　The opposite side is entered and deleted repeatedly.

　　Finally, two minutes later.

　　Suisui Ping An: [Why? ]

　　None of my business: [Fu Yingcheng signed a contract with me. He wants to study why I haven't changed in the past ten years. He needs to do human experiments. The condition is that I can live in his house and don't have to pay him back. money. ]

　　Suisui Ping'an: [. ]

　　Ji Fanling didn't understand the meaning of that period and explained:

　　[It's okay, Fu Yingcheng said the danger is not big. ]

　　Suisui Ping'an: [No...that's not what I'm worried about...]

　　It's none of my business: [? ]

　　Suisui Ping'an: [Don't you think it's strange? ]

　　Suisui Ping'an: [Why has Fu Yingcheng not been in love for so many years with such good conditions? ]

　　None of my business: [←Look at my WeChat name. ]

　　Suisui Ping An: [Well... at least think about it. ]

　　Ji Fanling felt that Zhou Sui was acting weird today, but she didn't think much about it. She rarely cared about other people's private affairs. It was Fu Yingcheng's freedom to fall in love or not, right?

　　Ji Fanling cut out WeChat and continued to play with her Xiaoxiaole.

　　After playing a few games, Ji Fanling's ears caught the sound of the door lock.

　　Fu Yingcheng is back.

　　Ji Fanling jumped out of bed, caught the cat, held it in his arms, and dangled it in front of him: "See if I wash it clean?"

　　Fu Yingcheng just walked in, took off his handsome dark gray windbreaker, hung it on a hanger, and held his arms He lifted up his shirt sleeves, buttoned the cufflinks with one hand, and glanced at it: "It's okay."

　　Ji Fanling buried his head in the cat, took a deep breath, and commented with satisfaction: "It's completely fragrant."

　　"As for that?" Fu Yingcheng said as follows I was used to washing my hands first when I entered the house, so I walked past her.

　　"Really, I washed it with my shower gel."

　　Ji Fanling followed and stood by the pool talking to him, "Little Daisy, the smell is the same as mine. Do you want to smell it?" Smell it."