Xia Tianyang didn't want to kiss a person with a bruised nose and swollen face and ointment when he lost control in the middle of the night, and roared: "If you ask you to sleep on the sofa, why are you talking so much nonsense!"

"You..." Jia Ming pouted, moved his mouth, but still didn't say anything about resistance. She turned around and jumped into the sofa with aggrieved that she was useless.

After sleeping until midnight, Xia Tianyang felt thirsty and wanted to drink water. He habitually turned on the bedside lamp. Oh, what a stunning scene. His throat tightened and he subconsciously swallowed his saliva. The Adam's apple slid in his throat, dryness and heat were rushing in his body.

Su Jiaming was sleeping soundly, and the quilt had been kicked to the side by her. Her dress and pajamas were rubbed against her waist. Her waist was as slender as a willow, her lower abdomen was flat, and her two white and tender thighs were thin, straight and long. They were just spread out and placed, and the light pink inside was clearly visible, with a bow on it.

Her upper body was slightly lateral, and the shoulder straps slid down, her skin was as creamy as it was, and her shoulders were as fragrant as it was crispy. She was still alert and had a small breast wrapped inside, but this was enough to make the man squirt blood.

Xia Tianyang took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down, but the scene of Jiaming's warm night involuntarily jumped into his mind, the tight and suffocating constraints, the awkward moan...

"It's so deadly!" He growled, turned around and walked into the bathroom, turned on the faucet and kept throwing water on his face. He felt that he couldn't suppress the fire, so he simply turned on the shower and took a cold shower.

Xia Tianyang, who calmed down, wiped his hair while pressing the remote control to lower the air conditioner for a while, to see if you dare not cover the quilt and hook it out.

"Mom..." Jia Ming murmured, turned over and hugged the quilt in his arms.

Xia Tianyang shook her head helplessly. She was obviously a child. She must miss home very much when she stayed alone in this foreign country.

Suddenly, Xia Tianyang felt a little pity, and he really couldn't stand such a heart for such a child.

In the morning, Jiaming woke up, yawned and stretched. Seeing that the bed was empty and the quilt was folded into dried tofu, she guessed that Xia Tianyang must have gone out.

Humph, he has a conscience and did not wake me up.

Jiaming changed into a T-shirt and jeans, and walked out of the room with the floor plan that Xia Tianyang had given her before. It was so funny. At home, you have to walk in the floor plan, otherwise you will get lost. What a strange family this is.

She came to the laundry room and threw the dirty clothes into the washing machine. She washed her pajamas, clothes she changed yesterday, and Xia Tianyang's clothes together.

When she walked to the kitchen, she saw smoke coming from the casserole and bursts of fragrance came. Jiaming opened the lid of the pot and saw that the clear water millet was rolling tightly. It turned out that it was cooking porridge. It turned out that it was the proportion of cooking porridge. She quickly covered the lid.

Just as he was thinking, the sound of twisting the door lock suddenly came from outside the door. Jia Ming immediately picked up the mop beside him and pretended to be very hard to drag it up.

Xia Tianyang was wearing a simple sportswear and went to the gym just now.

"Are you back?" Su Jiaming gasped deliberately, "Hehe, I'm mopping the floor. Look, the entire restaurant and kitchen are mopping, so tired." She vigorously put the mop and drew water marks on the clean floor tiles.

Xia Tianyang glanced at her, expressionless, turned around and walked towards the room. He just came to see what Su Jiaming was doing.

Jiaming relaxed, cut off, greet you kindly, but you still don’t appreciate it, don’t you look down on me?! I still look down on you!

She packed up the mop and went to the balcony to dry clothes.

When Xia Tianyang came out after taking a shower, he saw Jia Ming picking up her pajamas, and then a small white square cloth. Xia Tianyang silently watched her hang her clothes on the clothes drying rod. Was that the breast wrap I wore last night? He thought.

Jiaming took out his shirt, grabbed his shoulders with both hands and shook them hard, shook them flat and straightened them before hanging them on. Of course, his underwear was quite large, and she even put it in front of her. It was so big, and she didn't find that his butt was that big.

There was a shirt floating on the balcony. Xia Tianyang felt indescribable. There was someone who was washing his clothes, which was pretty good.

Jiaming hung up her clothes and turned around. Xia Tianyang was still staring at her blankly, her eyes right.

"Cough cough," Xia Tianyang pretended to cough a few times to cover up his embarrassment, "Su Jiaming, underwear cannot be machine-washed, let alone washing with laundry detergent. This is common sense, don't you understand?"

Jia Ming argued: "Why, aren't it all washed? Look, isn't it quite clean?" She pointed at his underwear on her head.

Xia Tian raised his face and said that the things he changed every day could be dirty. He just threw his underwear in the washing machine and washed it with other clothes and socks. How dirty it was!

He walked to the balcony and pointed at her bra, "Machine washing will deform, you see, it's gone."

Jiaming said shyly: "My that is already very old and has no shape long ago."

"..." Xia Tianyang didn't want to argue with her and said in a commanding tone, "In short, I will wash my underwear by hand in the future." It's not his style to discuss how to wash underwear with a child.

"oh."

Xia Tianyang walked into the kitchen and reached out to close the door.

The sound of cutting things came from the kitchen. Jiaming ran to see it bored, but as soon as the door opened, she shouted inside, "Go out, see what to look at, close the door!" She was so scared that she quickly closed the door.

What did she see? Xia Tianyang was wearing a pastoral apron and cutting the shredded pork. He looked quite like a housewife. He was shy and didn't let others see him cooking. Haha, this is too boring. It's so sexy.

After a while, the kitchen door opened. Xia Tianyang brought a bowl of porridge while eating, and threw it out, "Drink it yourself."

Jiaming walked into the kitchen and had already smelled the fragrance. As expected, as she expected, the lean egg and lean meat porridge, oh, it smells so good. Unexpectedly, Xia Tianyang's skills were not bad. She put a large bowl of shredded meat, the shredded meat was tender and chewy, the rice porridge was smooth and glutinous, and the peeled egg was fine, but it was not rotten, so delicious.

Looking at the chopping board, I had already cleaned up all the time, and the knife was as bright as new. Jia Ming admired him very much. He was simply a master of chopping eggs.

Jiaming ate the porridge and ran out for advice: "Xia Tianyang, how did you cut this peeled egg? It's so thin and not rotten. Is there something wrong with it?"

Xia Tianyang was stunned for a moment. Isn’t it just cutting the egg? What a trick? This girl is thinking too much. She always thinks that no one can do anything she can’t do? But looking at the little girl’s shiny eyes, he kept it in a silence. "Every day, go to the gym to practice arm strength, and you can say anything. Today, you don’t call you, and start exercising with me tomorrow!"

Jia Ming's face drooped instantly. Is there any mistake? I wouldn't ask if I had known it. I really dig my own grave!

After breakfast, I cleaned up again, and it was time to clean the study. She wiped the bookcase with a rag and saw the computer on the desk. She really wanted to surf the Internet. I wonder what Xu Ziqing is doing now, and will she be ridiculed at school? There is also the tennis league matter, she only heard from Beichuan that she didn't know what it was. There must be something online.

Suddenly, she accidentally touched something and a loud "click". She quickly bent down and picked it up, then looked at the living room with her head. Fortunately, he didn't hear it, so he quickly put it back and it was fine.

But things didn't go as expected, the plastic box broke and fell a corner.

Jia Ming bit her finger, what should I do now? What kind of good thing is it? When I opened it, I saw some CDs inside, "Wow!" She shouted in a daze, but immediately covered her mouth. What is this? Cang#kong... I'm so ecstatic, it's not suitable for children!

"What's wrong?" Xia Tianyang's voice came from outside. Jia Ming rushed to stuff the plastic box into the bookshelf, but in a panic, not only did it not stuff it in, but also fell to the ground. Now, it was not only as simple as breaking a corner. The plastic box was a bit aging, and this second heavy blow suddenly fell to pieces, and even the CD inside was messed up on the ground.

Xia Tianyang shook his head in distress. This little girl, you have to be careful of her destruction when cleaning her.

"I'm sorry, I was so careless!" Jiaming hurriedly went to pick it up, thinking to himself, I really can't tell it, the old man also collected it. He was hiding Teacher Cang's works.

When he saw Teacher Cang's film, he shook his whole body and looked at Jiaming with embarrassment. The little girl was pursing her lips and smiling secretly. When she saw him looking at her, she was so scared that she immediately became serious.

Jiaming said seriously: "I saw nothing."

I didn’t see you, I didn’t see you saying this?! Xia Tianyang suddenly got angry and scolded: “You don’t even know the most basic housework. How stupid are you? How is your mind? How is the home taught? Are you cleaning or destroying?! Get out of here, you don’t have to do it anymore!”

As he said that, he snatched the record from Jiaming's hand and threw it all into the trash can with a "bang".

Jia Ming was still squatting, but now she couldn't laugh. She stood up silently, turned around and walked out of the study with a rag.

Xia Tianyang frowned. Would she be too strict? He walked out and saw Jia Ming wiping the sofa, shiny and shiny. The sofa has been around for a while, and the genuine leather surface is covered with a light layer of putty, like the decorations in old photos. Even if it is polished brightly, it cannot cover up its rustic atmosphere, which is inconsistent with the bright windows at home.

Jiaming walked to the sink on the balcony to wash the rag. She rubbed it hard, and the water droplets splashed on her face. She instinctively closed her eyes. It was so cute. She reached out to wipe it on her forehead and wiped it off with the water droplets and sweat.

Xia Tianyang was a little dazzled. It took a long time since she had seen a woman so seriously. It had been five years. Yes, it has been five years. The woman he had watched seriously and focused on has disappeared for five years. He knew that she was doing well now and he was very at ease.

After washing the rag, Jiaming walked back to the living room to wipe the sofa. The place she wiped was smooth and the place she had not wiped was dry and dusty. She couldn't be lazy.

Suddenly, with a "hiss", Jia Ming looked at the scene in front of him in a daze. What, the real leather sofa... was broken.

Is it true that I will mess up as he said? Am I really a fool? Yes, I am just a wild child who no one cares about and no one teaches me. My mother doesn’t want me, and the school doesn’t want me...

Thinking of this, Jia Ming's face wrinkled, her mouth flattened, her nose sore, and tears rose up in her eyes.

Seeing this, Xia Tianyang said calmly: "It's just right. I'm about to change it. I'll accompany me to the furniture market later."

"Ah?" It was incredible. I was scolded for breaking the record box and scratching the sofa but it was fine? One was a valuable plastic box, and the other was a valuable leather sofa. This... the devil's idea was indeed different from that of ordinary people, and he was so funny.

Xia Tianyang glared at her, "What, why don't you wash your dirty face?"

"Oh oh oh..." I was speechless. His rhythm was so weird. Who can keep up? Who can keep up is my idol!
Chapter completed!