Chapter 30： : Really squeamish

He walked to the closet in his room, stretched out his hand, and looked through the bottom to find an old wooden box.

opened it and took out a small notebook.

is a passbook.

There are few stars in the moon outside the window, and a few ray of moonlight shines on the brows of the boy Lengjun.

By the faint moonlight.

Yan Zhi saw the four digits on the passbook.

—

early the next morning.

Jiang Yao was awakened by Zhi Zhi.

The little thing stomped on her through the quilt, and then wandered to her face.

The furry touch made her feel a little itchy.

As soon as he opened his eyes, he ran into the blue pupils that creaked as bright as the sea.

"Squeaky, you are not good."

'S voice was soft and soft when he woke up.

She reached out from the quilt and rubbed the little thing's head severely.

"Meow~"

Zhizhi rubbed her palm.

seems to be acting like a baby.

ah ah, who can stand this nm? !

Jiang Yao's heart has melted.

squeaking together for a while, she lifted the quilt and got out of bed.

opened the curtains.

The room is filled with light.

Jiang Yao opened the window and took a closer look.

It should have rained last night. Although the sun is slowly rising, there is still crystal clear rain on the leaves. The wind blows and then falls.

is still a bit cold, she drew the window again.

It does not rain now.

When Jiang Yao finished washing, he hugged Zhizhi and went downstairs. It was already ten o'clock.

Jiang Zeting has already gone to the company.

Aunt Miao is mopping the floor.

"Miss is up? The lean meat porridge is heating up in the kitchen. I'll set it up for the lady."

Aunt Miao raised her head when she heard her footsteps, and she was about to put down the mop.

Aunt Miao is not necessary for this trivial matter?

Jiang Yao quickly refused: "No need, no, Aunt Miao, I can go by myself, you should be busy first."

took two steps.

She looked around: "Aunt Miao, did you buy a cat bag yesterday?"

Aunt Miao: "It seems that it hasn't been settled yet, I'll show it to Miss later."

"Ok."

Jiang Yao nodded, originally wanted to go out with Zhizhi, but the little things are now in her heart.

It seems that I can only give up now.

She went to the restaurant to have breakfast, and then fed Zhizhi to her full.

This little thing now only eats what she feeds, and it's not easy for anyone to come. Last night, Aunt Miao wanted to try to feed, good fellow, Xiao Zai Jue lost her temper.

Jiang Yao finally realized what Miao Auntie said was bad temper.

Seeing Zhizhi finished his last bite, Miss Jiang patted its head: "It's so squeamish."

"Meow!"

'S voice was a little sharp, squeaking up his little claws, as if protesting.

People are not squeamish!

Jiang Yao chuckled and stood up.

Nong Ruan's folk tunes surround the living room.

The Jiang family is big enough, and Aunt Miao is still mopping the floor.

She is not in a hurry, the Jiang family simply needs to do very little, and listens to the minor tune in a leisurely manner.

"Spring is coming, the windows are full of green, and the girl embroiders mandarin ducks under the window..."

"...fight the mandarin ducks on each side, and the willow will grow in summer..."

Wu Nong said softly, mourning and tactfully.

is Zhou Xuan’s "Song of Four Seasons".

Jiang Yao bent his eyebrows when he heard it, and pulled out his voice at Aunt Miao: "Aunt Miao, I'm going out!"

Aunt Miao stopped her movements and asked with a smile, "Is the young lady coming back at noon?"

Jiang Yao thought for a few seconds, then made a decision: "Back!"

Jiang Zeting should be back for dinner, and she has to accompany him.

"Well, miss what else would you like to eat besides sweet and sour pork ribs, I made them all at noon."

"Spicy fish!"

Miss Jiang is addicted to both sweet and spicy.

—

The rain is like washing over the distant mountains, and the clouds are scattered.

Jiangcheng is a southerly city. The rain last night weakened the heat a bit, and the air was just right at this time.

Jiang Yao stood in front of a tall building.

Behind her was the endless stream of cars. She raised her head and narrowed her eyes proudly as she looked at the building into the cloud.