Shen Anning looked at the beer and crayfish on the ground and felt sad: "Wenjing, what are you doing? This is the crayfish I bought with my sister at the seafood market..."

She wrung her eyebrows: "besides, how do you think I'm a nanny? It's clearly what I want to eat and begged my sister to buy it for me..."

She pulled Wenjing's hand away, stood beside Joan and grabbed Joan's shoulder: "in addition, this is my sister, my sister. She plays the piano better than me..."

Wenjing hates iron but not steel: "peace!"

Shen Anning pursed his lips and said a little displeased: "I know you are for my good, but you just said so much indiscriminately. Do you want to apologize to my sister?"

Wen bin, who had been watching the play quietly for a moment, stepped forward and stood beside Wen Jing: "it's my responsibility to be a brother. I apologize to Yi an on behalf of ah Jing."

Joanne nodded slightly, "just call me Joanne."

I don't know how familiar I am with you.

Wenbin smiled: "Anning, Wenjing has been talking about missing you all the way. Maybe she hasn't seen live crayfish. Don't be angry with her for fear that you will be bitten."

He raised his wrist and looked at his watch. The million Rolex glittered in the sun: "it's almost lunchtime. If you don't mind, how about I invite you to dinner and make amends?"

Shen Anning looked at Qiao an: "sister, do you still want to cook?"

Joanne nodded, "well."

She glanced at the beer and crayfish on the ground.

Shen Anning understood: "just eat. If you really want to make amends, just buy me two bottles of beer."

Wen bin was stunned for a moment and looked at Joan: "Joan, I really don't appreciate having dinner together? You can order crayfish or braised fish."

"No." Joan looked at Wenjing without salt: "I can do it myself."

Then she pushed the door straight into the piano house. Shen Anning went to pick up the crayfish and bags on the ground. Wenbin gave Wenjing a look. Wenjing hesitated for a long time and didn't dare to squat down.

The lively crayfish looks scary.

When Shen Anning got up, she followed her steps: "Anning, are you really not going back to Hangzhou? Your friends miss you."

"I can't go back for the time being. I'm busy here."

Wen bin looked at the back of the three people, his eyes narrowed slightly and walked out of the alley.

I still want to buy beer.

……

After entering the door of the piano house, Joan came into the kitchen with prawns and fish. Shen Anning turned back to greet Wenjing: "sit in the living room first, and I'll help my sister clean up the fish and shrimp."

Wenjing opened his mouth. Before he could say anything, Shen Anning had got into the kitchen.

Wenjing pursed his lips, sighed slightly and sat on the sofa.

The sight flashed around. There were seven or eight pianos in the huge living room. The decoration of the house was ok, quite a bit of literary and classical.

However, thinking of the Joan's appearance, Wenjing felt that this place was not pleasant anywhere!

A small shop selling piano is like a house of literature and art. It's neither fish nor fowl!

Shen Anning whispered while helping Joan deal with the shrimp: "sister, Wenjing may have such a lost victim paranoia... In short, don't worry about her."

Joan's tone was light: "I care about what with her, as long as you don't feel wronged."

"How could I be wronged!" Shen Anning put his elbow on Joan's shoulder: "I'm living a good life now, but my clothes stretch out my hand and food open my mouth. I want to eat crayfish. My sister can help me make it! Tut tut."

Joanne: "

"Sister, I eat garlic."

Joanne sniffed, "OK, peel the garlic yourself. I'll put as much as you peel."

"OK!"

For a moment, Shen Anning turned back to the living room. Wenjing saw her busy and smiled: "Anning, come and have a chat."

Shen Anning only handed her a packet of garlic: "ah Jing, if there's nothing wrong, peel the garlic for me. Thank you."

After that, she went back to the kitchen.

Wenjing looked at a pile of garlic on the tea table and raised his hand to cover his nose.

When did she do such hard work!