Quick Travel: Love will only affect the speed at which I draw my sword

Xiaoyu gave her a thumbs up: "Jiajia, your human emotions are really strange. How can you come and go away so quickly?"

Zhang Luojia smiled and said: "What's the point? There are joys and sorrows in the world. If you don't care, you won't be upset. Don't let your emotions control you. You are the real master of your emotions."

However, Xiaoyu, as a jade spirit, cannot understand such a profound emotional world of human beings.

In a small apartment near N City University of Science and Technology, Zhang Yifei happily ate a bucket of instant noodles.

"Brother Bo, the noodles you make are delicious. I used to like eating this too, but my mom won't let me eat it. She insists that it's junk food. She's like an old lady and won't let you do this. It's really annoying. "

Zhan Weibo took another sausage from the refrigerator and added it to her: "What kind of junk food is not junk food? If it is really like what your tigress said, can the sales of Kang Shuaifu be so high and last for so many years?"

Zhang Yifei took a mouthful of noodles and said while eating: "I think so too. Not only that, I have to listen to her on how much I eat for each meal and what vegetables to pair with it. She said she should keep in shape and practice ballet. What you described is also specific. , she is the tigress, my father and I can hardly live a depressing life in her shadow."

When it comes to ballet, Zhang Yifei's eyes are empty.

It has been five or six days since I left home that day.

There was no news from her mother, and if she didn't come home before ten o'clock at night, her phone would never be answered.

Moreover, she never went to piano or ballet classes.

She tried her best to suppress the fear in her heart and persuaded herself that it would be okay. Her mother was reluctant to let her endure hardship. This time, she was probably menopausal and was very angry again.

Zhan Weibo also soaked a bucket of noodles and snarled: "Yes, what do you think your mother is thinking about? Just learn some traditional Chinese dance. Why don't you also learn ballet and those foreign devil things? I want you to follow an actor in the future." It’s like you’re showing up to dance, tsk tsk tsk, if you ask me, the most ugly thing about you is your feet, they’re all deformed.”

He swallowed a mouthful of instant noodles and suddenly noticed that Zhang Yifei's face was not happy. He thought it was because he said it too directly, which she couldn't accept.

Zhan Weibo quickly made amends: "I don't think your feet are ugly, I mean you must have lost a lot of weight. Your toes are deformed after doing this exercise. I just feel sorry for you."

Zhang Yifei's face became stronger: "I know you care about me, Brother Bo. I don't blame you. I just feel that we have only known each other for such a short time and you care about me so much, while my mother doesn't care about me at all."

Soon after two buckets of noodles were eaten, as the saying goes, fullness brings warmth. Zhan Weibo's eyes changed slightly and he reached out to touch Zhang Yifei's back.

Of course Zhang Yifei knew what he meant, and she said in a sweet voice with a slight blush on her face: "My father and Sister Momo will be back soon, please don't mess around."

Who is Zhan Weibo? He has had eight girlfriends instead of ten. How could he not see Zhang Yifei's intention to refuse and welcome her?

He smiled evilly and pulled Zhang Yifei into his arms and held up his hands, "It's okay, they won't be back for a while, don't be afraid of causing brother pain."

This was the first time Zhan Weibo had sex with such a young school girl. He originally had a girlfriend, but once he saw this little girl next to his sister, he instantly became interested.

Slim figure, delicate temperament, small breasts that are worthy of development...

Whether it's illegal or not, he doesn't care about it at all! You and I agree on things between men and women, even if the king of heaven comes, I can’t control it!

Soon an ambiguous voice sounded in the room.

When Zhang Zijie and Zhan Momo returned to the apartment, they had already separated. But the smell permeating the room and Zhang Yifei's pink face made it easy for people to guess what just happened.

Zhan Momo secretly glared at Zhan Weibo, feeling angry.

This man who succeeds but fails but fails more than can control his lower body. If he dares to ruin her good deeds, let's see how she deals with him!

Zhan Momo secretly took a look at Zhang Zijie's expression and secretly breathed a sigh of relief when she saw that he didn't find anything unusual.

Zhan Momo criticized in a gentle voice: "Xiaobo, didn't you cook at home? You can eat instant noodles for two meals, don't eat them every day, you don't care, I'm afraid that Yifei's delicate intestines will be damaged by it again ”

For the same sentence, Zhang Yifei felt that what sister Momo said sounded much better than her mother.

Just as Zhan Weibo was about to refute, Zhang Yifei hurriedly said: "It's not my fault, Brother Bo. I'm a little hungry and I don't know how to cook, so I can only eat this first. It's okay, I also like instant noodles."

Zhang Zijie frowned and glanced around the messy room. He could smell the smell of braised beef noodles in his nose. The mess made him tug on his collar irritably.

"Yifei, we are staying in your sister Momo's apartment. You can't just do nothing and wait for food and drinks like you did at home. Otherwise, your sister Momo has to clean up the house and cook for you after a day of classes. Food, that’s too tiring.”

This was not the first time in the past few days that Zhang Yifei felt that her father was different from before, but she fell in love with Zhan Weibo and nodded aggrievedly and agreed.

Zhan Momo smoothed things over and instructed Zhan Weibo to clean up the house. She turned back to Zhang Zijie and said, "Don't talk to Yifei like that. She is still young and has never done anything like this at home. There must be a process."

Zhang Zijie entered the guest room and felt even more irritated.

The entire apartment is only more than 60 square meters. In front of Zhang Yifei, he can't openly live with Zhan Momo now. Their siblings are in the master bedroom, and he and Zhang Yifei are in the second bedroom.

And this second bedroom is not as big as the large flat-floor bathroom at home!

The sheets on the bed were in a mess, and there was even something like snot drying on them. I felt more and more that Zhang Yifei was a lazy girl, who was so spoiled by Mu Qingyi that she couldn't do anything without touching her fingers!

Zhang Zijie cursed in a low voice: "It's all Mu Qingyi's fault, what a good daughter to be taught!"

He smoothed his hair irritably. He had been so upset so many times recently.

Why didn't Mu Qingyi quickly lower her head and beg him to go back? Doesn’t she love herself the most and can’t live without herself? And Zhang Yifei, whom she loved since childhood, doesn't matter?

I changed out of my pajamas and threw the shirt away. Just as I was about to go out, I thought of something and hung the shirt on the hanger.

This shirt had not been changed for two days. When I got closer and smelled it, there was still a slight smell of sweat, and there were already wrinkles on the sleeves and waist of the shirt.

If he were at home, Mu Qingyi would have put away the shirts he had changed, washed them by hand, ironed them and hung them neatly in the closet. How could it be like now? There were already two dirty shirts piled up in the seven to eight square meter bathroom. Not washed yet.

Zhan Momo said that she was not feeling well and could not touch cold water. Zhang Yifei did not know how to do anything. He could only buy new ones in the past two days.

But he was used to wearing famous brands, and the shirt Mu Qingyi bought him cost two thousand a piece. Now that he was buying it with his own money, he couldn't bear to part with it!

I was used to spending money lavishly in the past, but it was really uncomfortable to have Mu Qingyi shut down my secondary card so suddenly.

Moreover, he can live in such a small house enough!

Thinking of Zhan Momo and the embryo that has not yet formed.

Zhang Zijie's eyes were dull.

He cannot divorce, whether it is for reputation or profit, he will never divorce.