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"You, why, what, want, pull, destroy, my, er, skirt?" Wang Yixin was like a lunatic, and kept grabbing Tang Jia's face with both hands.

Lie down, Tang Jia slapped Wang Yixin's face mercilessly: "Crazy!" You kindly pulled you out of danger, but you were crazy and blamed me for tearing your skirt! "

Tang Jia was in a bad mood when Yang Zhiyuan made a fuss this morning. After explaining some things to a few girlfriends, she was going to find Meng Zhe. Running over to save someone, she didn't expect to be accused by others, which made Tang Jia's emotions completely explode.

She was not a kind person in the first place, and a kind person would not be a killer.

Wang Yixin covered his slapped face, his eyes were disbelieving at first, and then he rushed towards Tang Jia even more frantically.

The waiters at the hotel finally came to their senses. While separating the two, they asked the students present to call the teacher.

Just when the two of them stared at each other and were about to fight again, Meng Zhe just came back after buying breakfast.

"What's going on?" Meng Zhe saw that Tang Jia's expression was wrong, and looked at the students present in doubt.

A boy with baby fat on his face, who looked very simple and honest, told the ins and outs of the matter.

After Meng Zhe thanked that classmate, he walked towards Tang Jia without any change in expression.

The two who were confronting each other discovered Meng Zhe, Tang Jia's face was full of grievances, and Wang Yixin's momentum immediately weakened.

"Let's go, the school will deal with this kind of thing. If you hit her now, you will be punished when the time comes. I promise you, she will get the punishment she deserves!" Meng Zhe took the bag of Xiaolongbao he bought Handed it to Tang Jia.

Hearing Meng Zhe's words, Tang Jia smiled happily:

"Yeah, listen to you!" After finishing speaking, Tang Jia shook the bun in his hand like a demonstration to Wang Yixin.

Wang Yixin didn't react at all to Tang Jia's actions, her face was ashen.

Meng Zhe just glanced at Wang Yixin indifferently, then turned and went back upstairs.

Seeing that Tang Jia was about to follow, Meng Zhe directly stopped him: "Xing'er and I have something to say, and I'll come to you later, okay?"

Tang Jia nodded sensiblely: "Okay, you are busy, I will play below for a while." Before Meng Zhe could answer, Tang Jia ran to play like a gust of wind.

She knew that she hadn't fully integrated into Meng Zhe's circle, and he didn't force it. He had made a big step forward compared to today. She believed that it would only be a matter of time before she integrated into that circle.

Meng Zhe smiled: "This little girl is worth cultivating, now I know how to understand others!"

After returning to the room, Meng Zhe laid out all the breakfasts.

Lin Yingtong arranged all the breakfasts she wanted in her own order, and finally, she handed the snail noodles to Xing'er: "I bought this for you. I heard you said yesterday that you really want to eat this, although I have a problem with my eyes now, but you take good care of Meng Zhe, I don’t know how to thank you, and I can only buy you something you like to eat! In addition, thanks to your care during this time, my life has not been messed up, So you usually need to say something!"

Xing'er hurriedly waved her hands: "I should take care of the master, you don't need to be so polite!"

But Meng Zhe heard something different: "You said your eyes can't see?"

Lin Yingtong smiled and comforted Meng Zhe: "You don't need to worry about me, because I have been trained in this area before, can I follow your training this time?"

"I should be the only one going to this training!"

After hearing Meng Zhe's words, Lin Yingtong's expression changed, but she recovered quickly.

"I haven't finished talking yet, but I have a way to take you there, but maybe you are going to a place where you may find it boring!"

Xing'er covered her mouth in surprise: "Have you completely controlled that place?"

"It seems that I have completely refined that place, and I found that as long as he has enough energy, he can continue to expand!" Meng Zhe nodded to confirm Xing'er's guess.

"Meng Zhe, you have changed so much that I don't even dare to recognize you anymore!" Lin Yingtong's face was a little sentimental.

"What changes can I make? If there is a change, it is that I am more enlightened than before, and I won't be like a piece of wood!" Meng Zhe held the egg and meatloaf soup in his hand, and fed Lin Yingtong mouthful.

Lin Yingtong wanted to come by herself several times, but Meng Zhe insisted on feeding her.

A faint smile appeared on the corner of Lin Yingtong's mouth: "Do you think about this? But I feel that you haven't changed at all in this respect, and you are still so dull!"

"No way, I feel like I'm more sensitive than before!" Meng Zhe couldn't believe it.

"For example, when we met for the first time this time, you didn't remember who I am! It's obvious that I've acted so clearly!" Lin Yingtong said angrily about the scene of the first meeting.

Meng Zhe coughed twice in embarrassment.

Xing'er spontaneously wanted to leave a separate space for the two of them, so she tiptoed towards the door.

Lin Yingtong said suddenly: "Xing'er, you don't have to leave. If you leave, this wood will not talk. If you do this, you may be left alone!"

Xing'er looked at Lin Yingtong in surprise, she was able to hear her movements, what a perceptual power she has!

The most important thing is that Lin Yingtong hasn't entered into cultivation yet. If she enters into cultivation, how strong her perception will be!
Meng Zhe was also surprised: "Can you hear Xing'er?"

Lin Yingtong was very calm: "There is nothing surprising about this. Firstly, I have been trained in this area since I was a child; secondly, it may be because my eyes cannot see that my hearing has been enhanced a lot!"

"I said Miss, you, a person who has not fully entered into cultivation, has this kind of perception, and you still don't take it seriously. If you are heard by those refiners in the refinement period, you will faint in the toilet!" Meng Zhe admired Lin Yingtong's calmness. , even after hearing what Meng Zhe said, her face was still very calm.

"Many seniors say that my current cultivation level is already very high. Why do you say that I have not fully entered cultivation?" Lin Yingtong directly asked the point.

"This, how should I say it!"

"It's okay, you have made up your mind and told me, I'm not in a hurry!" Lin Yingtong waved her hand, signaling Meng Zhe not to worry.

In the middle of eating, Lin Yingtong stopped Meng Zhe: "Please change it to clear soup for me!"

"Okay!" Meng Zhe put the soup aside without saying a word, picked up clear soup and fed it to Lin Yingtong mouthful.

Xing'er didn't worry about the previous problem anymore, and watched the interesting interaction between the two while eating snail noodles.

After eating almost half of the clear soup, Lin Yingtong stopped Meng Zhe again: "Help me replace it with fried dough sticks!"

Meng Zhe put the clear soup aside in bewilderment, picked up the fritters and handed them to Lin Yingtong.

Xing'er seemed to see something, with a smile on her face.

Lin Yingtong sat there motionless, probably because she couldn't see.

Xing'er's smile grew wider because she saw Lin Yingtong's ears move. She was sure that Lin Yingtong knew that Meng Zhe had handed her the fritters!
But Meng Zheze thought it was his own fault, so he broke the fried dough stick into four sections, each section was exactly like Lin Yingtong's mouth.

Just like last time, Lin Yingtong signaled herself not to eat after eating two knots, equivalent to half a deep-fried dough stick!

"I want to eat dumplings. Just like when I was a child, I only eat the skin!" Lin Yingtong said playfully.

Reminded by Lin Yingtong's tone, Meng Zhe's memory went back to when he was ten years old:
At that time, Lin Yingtong was very lively, and correspondingly, she was especially prone to troubles, and after every trouble, she would ask Meng Zhe to help her settle it.

At that time, their father was very busy, and Meng Zhe didn't know about his mother's death. The two of them ate dumplings the most. Lin Yingtong didn't like to eat the meat inside every time, but only the outer layer of skin. Drinking a bowl of dumpling soup.

In this way, Lin Yingtong ate the outer skin, and Meng Zhe wiped out the inner meat!Two full years have passed in this kind of life, and Meng Zhe also ate dumpling meat for two years, without any dumpling skin.

Thinking about the memories of that year in his mind, Meng Zhe's hands didn't stop. He took out another bowl from under the dumpling bowl. First, he skillfully put the dumpling skin and meat into two separate bowls. , Then, he took out a bowl of dumpling soup from the bag alone!

"It's been prepared for you a long time ago!" Meng Zhe took a mouthful of soup and fed Lin Yingtong a mouthful of dumpling skin.

Lin Yingtong ate the food Meng Zhe fed her contentedly, and said indistinctly: "If you have a good memory, you will pass this test!"

"What test, why don't I know!" Meng Zhe's face was blank.

"Of course... I won't tell you!" Lin Yingtong suddenly stopped talking halfway through.

Meng Zhe didn't delve into it, but just dutifully fed Lin Yingtong.

After eating everything, Meng Zhe held up the other half of the fried dough stick and said to Xing'er, "Xing'er, there is still half of the fried dough stick...tear~"

Before Meng Zhe could finish speaking, two fingers pinched on his waist!