Chapter 101

At this point, Zhou Xiaoxiao was finally able to redress the injustice.

However, they still can not change their fate.

The spread speed of eight trigrams is always the fastest. It exists between people's lips. Sometimes it can be used as a pastime, sometimes it can be used as a sharp weapon to kill people!

How many people have died of gossip since ancient times?

Similarly, its rise and fall speed is also very fast.

Last week, there was a lot of discussion about the arrest of Hu Qiqiang from the school affairs office.

But just a few days later, when the school announced the specific schedule of the final examination of this semester, everyone was soon attracted by the final examination.

These days, Lu Jixiang is a little depressed.

Why? Because there is a long-term resident at home - Pei Qian!

This product has been living at home for three days, not only free every day, but also deliberately find fault!

Of course, he only finds fault with Lu Jixiang!

So, right now.

"Dong Dong Dong"

On the morning of the weekend, Lu Jixiang was still sleeping in her bedroom, when the door of her bedroom was knocked.

Song Jincheng has been out of the house for a long time. Now she and Pei Qian are the only ones left in the house!

Lu Jixiang is too lazy to move and lies in bed pretending to be dead.

"Mascot! The mascot is about to get up. The sun is on his ass! "

Pei Qian's patience was excellent. He knocked on the door and sang his own children's song.

At last, Lu Jixiang can't bear it!

She suddenly sat up from the bed, and yelled at the door: "money loss goods, you in the end have not finished, early in the morning also let people sleep!"

When she said this, it was quiet outside.

No, it should be a little weird.

Then, Lu Jixiang saw that the door of the bedroom was slowly opened. It was song Jincheng standing outside!

What!

Song Jincheng?!

Lu Jixiang was stunned and thought that what she heard was the sound of losing money!

Hard to understand, is the world mysterious?

"Lu Jixiang, with her skills, can even swear, eh?" Song Jincheng opened his mouth coldly and deeply. His dark eyes were as deep as a pool, which made his heart tremble.

Lu Jixiang swallowed, then raised his hands and made a surrender.

"I'm willing to admit my mistakes to the organization, I'm guilty, and I'm willing to repent!" She said it in a straight line, but it's a pity that her image is not good at this time. She has a chicken nest on her head and bleary eyes. It's really miserable!

Song Jincheng looks at her, the corner of his mouth seems to be slightly hooked.

"Wash your face and brush your teeth immediately, and then come out to eat!"

"Yes

Lu Jixiang saluted and got up from the bed. Just as she was about to slip into the bathroom, she heard a voice of schadenfreude.

"The so-called way is one foot high, the devil is one foot high!"

Then, just when Lu Jixiang wants to retort, Professor Song has turned around and kicked out with a gorgeous kick.

Losing money goods "ah", fly away!

"Good Kung Fu, brother!"

Lu Jixiang clapped his hands and laughed happily.

Song Jincheng glanced at her, his eyes were mysterious.

The girl was silent and went into the bathroom.

Ten minutes later, everyone sat around the table.

Today's breakfast is Chinese wonton. Lu Jixiang likes it very much, almost every mouthful. She has a good time.

Pei Qian has a bitter face. He doesn't like coriander, but this bowl of wonton is almost full of coriander. He can't stand it, and then the whole person doesn't feel very good.

There are twelve in a bowl of wonton, and Lu Jixiang ate them almost immediately.

But it was obvious that she had not eaten enough. She turned her head and stared at the wonton in peiqian's bowl.

Pei Qian's bowl of wonton almost never moved, half floating in the coriander between the wonton, looks particularly attractive.

Lu Jixiang swallowed his saliva and asked tentatively, "money losing goods, don't you like wonton?"

Pei Qian nodded first, then shook his head.

The air was lush with coriander, and he hardly wanted to open his mouth.

Lu Jixiang held out his hand, approached the bowl of wonton in front of Pei Qian, and said: "Pei Qian, the teacher has taught us not to waste food since childhood. Since you don't like eating this, I'll try my best to solve it for you."

With that, she opened her fingers to pick up the bowl of wonton in front of Pei Qian. Unexpectedly, a pair of chopsticks fell from the sky.

"Pa" sound, accurately patted on the back of Lu Jixiang's hand.

"Ouch!"

Lu Jixiang quickly took back his hand and covered his hand with pain.

She looked up, gnashing her teeth and staring at Song Jincheng: "what do you want?"

Song Jincheng looked at her, almost no expression: "eat breakfast to know the right amount, not overeating!"

Lu Jixiang, hearing the speech, rolled his eyes: "I'm not full. How can I be considered a glutton?"

Song Jincheng frowned slightly at first. Then he took Lu Jixiang's bowl, picked some wontons from his bowl and gave them to her. He said, "no matter how hungry you are, you are not allowed to eat other people's wontons!"

"Poof"

Pei Qian couldn't help laughing. He pointed to song Jincheng and yelled: "how did you say that last time? Exclusive desire! This is the desire to monopolize! "

"What kind of monopoly?"

Lu Jixiang turns to look at Pei Qian and asks without knowing why.

Pei Qian was about to explain when a sharp look came suddenly.

He shut up and shook his head.

"What's the matter? It's so mysterious!"

Lu Jixiang said, she picked up chopsticks and continued to eat wonton in her bowl.

She didn't dislike the wonton that song Jincheng had eaten. Anyway, as long as she could eat it, she didn't dislike it!

After breakfast, Pei Qian was forced to wash the dishes in the kitchen.

Lu Jixiang is sitting in the living room, eating apples and watching the TV replay last night.

After a while, the doorbell rang outside.

"Who is it?"

Lu Jixiang jumped up from the sofa and ran to open the door with her slippers.

When the door opened, a woman in her fifties was standing outside, dressed plainly.

"Who are you?" Lu Jixiang asked with a frown.

"Excuse me, is this Mr. Song Jincheng's home?" Asked the woman, smiling very kindly.

"Yes

Lu Jixiang nodded and said, "who are you, please?"

"Oh, I'm from the housekeeping company. My last name is Zhou!" The woman said with a smile: "this morning, Mr. song called and said that our family needed a nanny aunt, so the company sent me here!"