Chapter 12

Well, the little girl's body is fragrant and soft, and the feeling of holding her in her arms seems to be very good—— Jing Hanfeng recalled the feeling of that moment. Although Qiao Wanxi is twenty-one this year, he is much smaller than Jing Hanfeng. He can be a little girl. If Qiao Wanxi knew that the adjective in Jing Hanfeng's heart at the moment was "fragrant and soft", she would jump up and roar - I'm not glutinous rice dumpling. Back to the apartment, Tang Ying is carrying a small casserole on the dining table. See Qiao Wan Xi come back, then smile to greet her: "come to eat quickly, I air for a while, all not hot, this time eat just right." Then he came to pick up Qiao Wanxi's backpack. Qiao Wanxi dodges Tang Ying's hand, lowers her head to change her shoes, and then takes the bag that has been hanging in the porch into the bedroom. Tang Ying follows: "Wan Xi, what's the matter with you? Why don't you talk?" Qiao Wan Xi out of the bedroom, lock the door, and then look at Tang Ying, said: "tonight you go to the school dormitory, don't come here again."“ Why? " Tang Ying's eyes widened“ Because I want to live alone in the future. " Qiao Wanxi looked at the casserole porridge on the table. It was something she liked very much, but when she thought it was cooked by Tang Ying, she felt sick. Don't want to, a push away Tang Ying, and then even the pot with porridge, directly into the garbage can“ Wan Xi, what are you doing? " Tang Ying is impatient and angry. Her voice can't help sharpening: "I've been cooking porridge for two hours."“ I bought the rice, the pot and the kitchen in my apartment. I don't want to eat it now. What's wrong with throwing it away? " Qiao Wanxi didn't leave a face for Tang Ying. In fact, at the beginning, she didn't intend to tear her face so quickly. She wanted to hang them for a few days, but now, she can't help it. What's more, if you put this person next to you, who knows when, you may as well be buried by her. If you live with her, you can't help being vigilant all the time, and you can't let go of your heart. I'm too tired. Drive Tang Ying out. At least Qiao Wanxi can have a good sleep tonight. But how can Tang Ying be so easy to get out? She is not only cheeky, but also a performer. She pretends to be weak and pathetic. That's easy. She carefully pulled Qiao Wan Xi's sleeve and gently shook it: "Wan Xi, I don't know why you are so angry today, but no matter what's wrong with me, you tell me, I will change it. Don't drive me out." Before the voice fell, Tang Ying's eyes were red and full of tears: "you know song Xueqi in our dormitory always plays games all night. The sound is so loud that people can't rest at all." Look at this scene, there is really no trace of performance, just a little action, just a little tears, in front of men, I'm afraid it's invincible, not to mention Yao Chengming, the scum man, who has been paid by others for a long time“ That I don't care, "Qiao Wanxi pulled back his sleeve and said without expression:" you should be noisy and rent your own house. Anyway, I want to live alone now. You should take your things and go out immediately. "“ I'm not going Tang Ying's small face with delicate makeup is full of tears. She is a person who is still in pity.