Are The Villain Bosses Strong?

"You..."

Yang Ling'er, who was sitting at the other end of the sofa, heard the voice, turned her head and lifted her hair to look at Ji Feng, waiting for his next words.

"Nothing." Ji Feng closed his mouth depressedly.

He thought that his answer was a self-inflicted blow, but he didn't expect that after Yang Ling'er asked this question, she consciously sat far away from him, without any intention of being shameless.

So he was being self-indulgent?

There is nothing wrong with the three major illusions in life. The phone rang, I can fight back, and she likes me.

Ji Feng relaxed, and it turned out that everything was his own problem.

When he got up to get a glass of water and returned to the sofa, Ji Feng looked at Yang Ling'er in confusion, constantly comparing the position where Yang Ling'er was sitting with the position just now.

Was she sitting here just now?

It seems a little closer.

... Emm, maybe I saw it wrong.

At 5:30 in the afternoon, Ji Feng put on an apron and went into the kitchen to start cooking. He fried the leftovers from lunch with rice and eggs to make a hodgepodge dinner, which was simple and convenient.

Just as Ji Feng was beating eggs in a bowl, Yang Ling'er walked into the kitchen wearing her own apron, and showed him the note book she had written in advance without waiting for Ji Feng to say anything.

[I saw in the news that washing the bowls again before eating will make them cleaner]

Is there such a saying? How come he didn't know?

Ji Feng was confused, and when he reacted, Yang Ling'er was already standing by the sink, washing the dishes meticulously.

He really didn't want to take over the job of washing the dishes, so he had to let Yang Ling'er continue.

After dinner, they did their own things, one read a book and the other worked overtime to pry open someone's camera.

After the overtime, Ji Feng received a temporary overtime pay from Fu Zhengping. Five thousand, which is three months' salary for an average person in the central area.

This generosity made Ji Feng feel that it was not impossible to work for them.

If you make money, you have to spend it, so Ji Feng washed an apple.

Yang Ling'er sat cross-legged on the sofa with her feet pressed under her body, holding a book about human philosophy in her hands.

Because there were no outsiders at home, she took off all the makeup on her face. Under the light, her thin face was white and rosy. Her pajamas were loosely draped over her body, and she looked delicate like an innocent porcelain doll.

As Ji Feng walked, Yang Linger raised her eyes from the book and looked at the apple in Ji Feng's hand.

Ji Feng bit into the apple with a snap.

"Wash it yourself if you want to eat it."

If it were in the past, he would definitely help Yang Linger wash one. If he didn't wash it, these fruits would be left to get worms, and she would be embarrassed to take the initiative to eat in front of him.

But now Ji Feng didn't understand the origin of his emotions and was feeling awkward. He had to correct everything and started a weird life. How could he take the initiative to wash fruits for her?

Yang Linger put down the book, stood up and stretched her legs, took an apple and went to the kitchen to wash it herself.

Less than ten seconds after she disappeared from Ji Feng's sight, Ji Feng heard the sound of dishes and chopsticks overturning in the kitchen.

"What's wrong?" Ji Feng subconsciously walked to the kitchen quickly.

Yang Linger stretched out her finger, which was still dripping with water, and pointed at the brown-black figure that flashed by on the stove.

It turned out to be a cockroach. This old city area is indeed prone to breeding cockroaches.

"I'll buy some cockroach medicine tomorrow."

Ji Feng was very enthusiastic about killing cockroaches. Anyone who woke up from sleep in the dormitory and found a dozen cockroaches lurking at the head and foot of the bed would kill them immediately when he saw them again.

Yang Linger took the apple and stepped aside, watching Ji Feng rummaging around the stove, with twinkling eyes.

At 9:30 in the evening, Ji Feng was playing games with Qi Junming, who had already become a saint.

Yang Linger went to wash up and go to bed first.

When it was almost twelve o'clock, Qi Junming shouted that he wanted to play for a while longer, so Ji Feng turned off the computer and adjourned the meeting.

He was still not used to wearing clothes when sleeping at night, and being able to wear shorts was his last bottom line.

This led to the fact that if he slept in in the morning, if Yang Linger came into the room to find him for something, she would inevitably see him with the quilt pressed under him and half of his big butt exposed.

Just as he was about to turn on the faucet in the bathroom, Ji Feng saw an open notepad in the washing machine. The unfolded single sheet was wet by water droplets, and the two words on it could only be vaguely seen.

Knowing that Yang Linger treasured her notepad, she always carried it with her, and even Kong Xuan would not let her write on it.

But it was a bit wrong to carry it with her when taking a bath. Did she also like to write and talk to herself in front of the mirror?

Ji Feng quietly opened Yang Linger's door. Her room was still the same as at the beginning, with almost no decorations. The only difference was the half-closet of clothes and the desk full of books.

Putting the notepad on the bedside table, Ji Feng glanced at the small bulge on the quilt on the bed, closed the door again and went to take a shower.

After taking a shower, he closed the door, lifted the quilt and lay down.

The small double bed was just right for a single person to sleep on. Ji Feng put himself in a "righteous" position and closed his eyes.

There were cars passing by the window from time to time, and the high-power high beam illuminated the room for a moment and then returned to darkness.

When the room was illuminated again, Ji Feng opened his eyes suddenly.

He seemed to be tricked!

After closing his eyes just now, he began to recall the various strange feelings that Yang Linger brought him after the afternoon.

Yang Linger's previous life could be said to be terrible, even worse than a beggar who begged for money.

When she encountered a mouse running over during her morning run, she was brave enough to kick it away. If she didn't slap a cockroach to death when it ran over the stove, it was all Yang Ling'er's reservedness.

How could she be scared by a cockroach and knock over the dishes?

And there was a notepad in the bathroom, which clearly said "Good night" when he told her not to write it a while ago.

Why didn't she react at that time?

Ji Feng sat on the bed, hugged his arms and looked out the window. It was a pity that he didn't wear glasses, otherwise his eyes would be bright even in the dark night.

Repairing the plank road in the open, crossing Chencang in secret!

First, she made a feint, making him think that she was going to make trouble by being shameless, diverting most of his attention, and then diverting the remaining attention by using superficial problems, so that he couldn't notice the key points in time, thus achieving his goal.

Thinking about this, Ji Feng was almost angry and laughed.

OK, OK, this girl's various attributes really didn't increase in vain.

Is this how she learned these things? The enemy hadn't experienced it yet, but he used it on his own people first, and the key was that he was tricked!

If she hadn't thought about it before going to bed, she would have gotten away with it after waking up.

The child has grown up and become naughty, what does this mean?

It's time to deal with it!

He had to let this girl remember that in the face of absolute suppression, any conspiracy will only backfire on herself!

Wait for tomorrow!

Ji Feng, who lay back on the bed, didn't notice that the corners of his mouth were slightly curved from beginning to end.

Maybe he was looking forward to the rare fun that only adults would have tomorrow.

Or maybe it was the handwriting on the page that was as obscure as the girl's mood.