Are The Villain Bosses Strong?

Yang Linger found that something was wrong with Ji Feng recently.

It was like a Coke label on Pepsi, very awkward.

"Why are you looking at me? What's so good about me? Read a book!"

After being scolded, Yang Linger retracted her gaze and pretended to read a book.

See, that's it.

It's not like she didn't secretly look at Ji Feng before. Even if she stared at him for half an hour, Ji Feng could still play games calmly.

Now, as long as her eyes are on him for more than five seconds, she will be noticed, and then she will either be scolded or forced to divert her eyes to prevent her from continuing to look.

She thought she had done something wrong.

But she found that Ji Feng looked at her in a daze several times. Whenever the two of them were about to meet each other's eyes, Ji Feng would turn his head away and pretend not to care.

And the awkwardness is not just that.

A week ago, she had a stomachache, and when Ji Feng came home, she was squatting in the bathroom.

When she came out of the bathroom, she saw Ji Feng sitting on the sofa with his arms folded, staring at her seriously, and saying something that made her confused.

"When I come home next time, don't come to see me. I'm not a monkey."

She was in the bathroom just now and closed the door. There was no strange look at her.

Not only that, the night before yesterday, Ji Feng asked her to cook a good dinner.

After she cleaned up the dishes and washed them, Ji Feng suddenly took back her cooking rights and left her with only the task of washing dishes.

She liked Ji Feng's satisfied expression when he leaned back in the chair after eating the meal she cooked.

But the taste of the food was fine, why didn't he let her cook suddenly?

After dinner yesterday, she washed and cut the fruits that Ji Feng bought and sent them to Ji Feng. Then Ji Feng, who was playing games, saw her and gave her a pat on the head.

It had been a while since she had been patted on the head. It was very comfortable.

When she thought this strange change was about to end, Ji Feng's face suddenly turned black, and the sound of the handle buttons gradually became violent.

Until today.

Yang Ling'er couldn't read the words in the book at all. She pinched the pages and turned them from time to time.

When did this situation start?

It seemed to have started the next day after Ji Feng recovered from a high fever.

Did she do anything wrong at that time?

After thinking about it carefully for many times, Yang Ling'er couldn't figure out what she did wrong. Mingru was waiting for Ji Feng to come back at home as usual, and then cooking, eating, washing dishes, reading, taking a bath, good night, and going to bed.

Dong Dong Dong.

"Brother Ji Feng, Sister Ling'er, I'm here!" Kong Xuan's cheerful voice sounded outside the door.

Yang Ling'er habitually got up to open the door. During the more than one month that Kong Xuan lived at home, Kong Huayue had to go to work to earn living expenses. Kong Xuan, who was alone at home, basically ran over from next door every day.

"Brother Ji Feng, I went to play with Sister Ling'er!"

"Yeah." Ji Feng responded indifferently, waving his hand without looking up.

Kong Xuan smiled and took the notebook she brought from home, pulling Yang Ling'er into the room together. I don't know where she got the words to write to Yang Ling'er every day, and she couldn't finish it.

[Sister Ling'er, do you like camels? It is an animal like a horse, with two big meat lumps on its back, which sometimes shake when it walks]

[Not bad]

[It's a pity that we don't have one in X City. I really want to see a living camel]

[Yeah]

[What do you think camels eat? Is there grass in the desert?]

[It's possible]

Kong Xuan put down her pen, took off her hat, and touched her bald head.

She felt perfunctory.

She flipped the notebook forward to check yesterday's records.

Kong Xuan: [$%^#@#!@]

Yang Ling'er: [That's right]

Kong Xuan: [*&*#￥￥! ]

Yang Ling'er: [I think so]

It's confirmed, it's just perfunctory!

Looking at Yang Ling'er again, she was staring at the unopened notepad on the table with empty eyes, and she had no idea where her mind was, anyway, it was not with her Kong Xuan.

Kong Xuan waved her hand vigorously in front of Yang Ling'er, calling her soul back.

[Sister Ling'er, is there something wrong? ]

[Nothing]

[But I see that you are always confused. If you have any questions, you can talk to me, a good sister, and we will solve them together]

Yang Ling'er's pen tip hesitated and touched the paper, and finally did not write down what she was thinking.

[Nothing special, just distracted]

Kong Xuan keenly caught Yang Ling'er looking at Ji Feng while writing.

Suddenly, a guess flashed through her mind like a restless one.

Combined with recent observations, this guess was confirmed.

[Did you quarrel with your brother? ]

Yang Ling'er retracted the tip of her pen. The things she wanted to hide in her heart were so abruptly revealed that she didn't want to continue talking about it.

However, Kong Xuan hugged Yang Linger's arm, stared at her with big eyes, and attacked her cuteness.

Yang Linger was helpless and wrote on the notebook.

[No quarrel]

[Does it count as a conflict? ]

Yang Linger pondered for a long time and wrote on the paper: [I don't know]

No one had a conflict with her, and she didn't know if Ji Feng's behavior counted as a conflict with her.

There was a melon to eat, and Zhu started writing when he smelled it.

[What happened? Explain in detail]

Yang Linger didn't satisfy Zhu's wish for a melon.

She didn't know what to say, and didn't want to tell others, because this was her own treasure.

The smart Zhu decided to find another way. If he couldn't eat the melon, he could eat the melon seeds.

[To ease the conflict, one party needs to apologize to the other party first. Sister Ling'er, have you ever tried to apologize? ]

[No way]

Yang Linger shook her head. Ji Feng didn't like her cowardly look when she apologized whenever something happened. Moreover, she didn't know where the conflict occurred and what she did wrong.

After rejecting this plan, Yang Linger waited for Kong Xuan to write the next plan.

Then she waited for a long time and waited for Kong Xuan to smile awkwardly but brilliantly.

It seemed that she had been in the hospital all the time and didn't have much experience in conflicts with others. This was the only way to get along with others.

Then the two sisters sat there in silence until a flash of inspiration in the darkness penetrated Kong Xuan's mind.

[I know what to do. We can check it online.]

Kong Xuan picked up the new mobile phone that Ji Feng bought for her from Yang Linger's desk.

[The Internet even knows which trash can the child was born from.]

So the two heads came together.

'Brother is angry, how should the sister comfort him?'

A series of answers appeared in the browser. Find the one with the most words and start referring to it.

‘1 Apologize…’

‘2 Act like a spoiled child…’

‘3 Praise…’

‘4 Cater to his preferences…’

‘5 Divert attention…’

[I think the last one is great. If someone else told me that, I would definitely forget to be angry]

[Really?] Yang Linger’s eyes were filled with doubt.

[We should try everything. It’s useless to speculate here]

[Okay then]

Yang Linger wrote the above words on a notepad, took a deep breath and walked out of the bedroom.