Sister, Shut Up!

Except for a big bed and a closet against the wall, there is only a desk and a small bookcase by the window.

Unlike the boys' rooms she saw in novels, Jiang Miao's bedroom was clean and simple, and there seemed to be no suspicious comics or magazines.

There are no posters or stickers on the wall, just a white board that can be written, drawn and erased on the wall of the bedside table. A few words are written on it, and some things Su Huai Porridge can't understand are also drawn.

"What is this?" Su Huai porridge pointed to the whiteboard and asked.

"Oh, I usually use it for writing."

"What's the use?"

"For example, if I want to do something, I will write it on it to remind myself not to forget, or if I suddenly have any inspiration, I will write it down, so as not to forget it after a while."

"Isn't it the same with memos on mobile phones?"

"It's different, it's different." Jiang Miao shook her head again and again, lifted the quilt and shrank into the bed, hugged her senior, and explained helplessly, "Sometimes when you turn on the phone, you will accidentally open other software, Then I looked at it and forgot what I was going to do before, so this whiteboard is more convenient."

"It's obviously because you are not concentrating." Su Huai porridge said with a smile.

"You can't say that." Jiang Miao shook her head, retracted her body into the quilt, and turned to lean into Su Huai Porridge's arms, "If it was a senior sister, I would be very focused."

"Don't make trouble..." Su Huai porridge quickly held his wobbly head, biting his lip with blushing cheeks, and whispered, "It's at your house, in case auntie comes back..."

"How could it be?" Jiang Miao reassured her, "She's not at home right now, at least she won't come back until dinner time, maybe she'll eat outside."

"What about your dad?"

"He knows that I'm going to my grandma's house today, and I don't need to cook dinner. It's probably going to be very late for fishing."

"You still understand."

"It's all the precious experience of fighting wits and courage since childhood." Jiang Miao sighed, as if his tone was filled with the glorious years of the past.

But that being said, the movements of Jiang Miao's hands were not polite, testing the bottom line of the senior sister little by little.

The first time Su Huai porridge entered his house, he was obviously not used to it. After feeling his junior's fingertips sneaking in from the hem of his clothes, he quickly extinguished his flames, threw off the quilt and fled out of bed.

"I haven't had a good look at your room yet."

Su Huai porridge stroked the messy hair around his ears, and pretended to look at the decorations in his room to relieve his inner tension.

Jiang Miao was not in a hurry, she got out of bed and introduced to her senior sister one by one.

"Actually, there's nothing interesting about it." Jiang Miao introduced casually, "I live on campus in junior high and high school, and I don't spend much time at home. Many things are left over from elementary school."

"Didn't you buy anything in middle and high school?"

"Basically not, right?" Jiang Miao recalled for a while, then suddenly remembered, walked to the bookcase and pointed it to the senior sister, "Oh yes, except for these."

"Dou-break-tian-qiong?" Su Huai porridge glanced at a row of novels with the same title on the bookcase, read them out one by one, and suddenly realized, "You still buy physical books for collection?"

Regardless of its real quality, this book is definitely one of the top web texts in the history of web texts.

It can also be regarded as Jiang Miao's enlightenment book on online literature.

"I didn't buy it for collection." Jiang Miao shrugged her shoulders with a smile, "At that time, I was young and thought that online articles were also physical books, and I didn't even know that I could read them online."

"After I finished reading this book, I learned from my classmates that the meaning of "network" is a novel that can be read online."

"But at that time, I didn't know what pirated copies were. I thought that online articles were free to read. I didn't know there were genuine copies until high school."

Su Huai porridge leaned against the desk, listening to the younger brother's explanation, enjoying the process of getting to know each other slowly.

But the next second.

Outside the room, there was the sound of the door lock being picked.

Jiang Miao: "?"

Su Huai Congee: "?!"

181. On New Year's Eve, I Really Want to Find Him Right Now

When he heard the sound of the door lock, Su Huai porridge was in a daze.

Maybe it was because of rich experience, or maybe it was an instinctive reaction, Su Huai porridge subconsciously ran to the bedside, picked up the shoes he brought in, and wanted to get under the bed.

But when he looked down, he realized that the height of the gap under Jiang Miao's bed was only half a palm, and even a child couldn't get in!

Unless she turned into a kitten on the spot, she would probably be able to get under the bed.

This time, Su Huai porridge completely panicked.

In Jiang Miao's room, apart from the bed, there were only under the desk and the wardrobe.

The underside of the desk is so obvious that you can see it as soon as you enter the door. It must not be possible.

After much deliberation, there is only a wardrobe...

Thinking of this, Su Huai porridge's eyes instantly fell on the wardrobe door.

As for whether to hide?

How is that possible? !

Although they already knew before that their uncles and aunts knew that they were in a relationship, even though Su Huai Porridge and Jiang Miao hadn't figured out how they knew it until now, it didn't prevent Su Huai Porridge from being embarrassed at this time.

After all, she came to the door without saying hello, and ran to her son's bed without telling her uncle or aunt.

It would be too embarrassing if she was caught raped in bed!

It was as if Su Huai porridge was very hungry, so impatient to seduce his son.

Obviously Jiang Miao forced her to come...

It's all my fault!

Every time I do something sneaky with him, I'm always interrupted by others halfway.

I don't know what luck it is.

But Su Huai Porridge didn't have time to think so much, and hurried to the wardrobe, opened the door and squeezed inside.

Jiang Miao also hurried to help, supported the senior sister's buttocks, and sent her into the closet.

Fortunately, Jiang Miao didn't have much clothes, and at least an average space in the closet was empty, more than enough to hide a Su Huai porridge.

After Su Huai porridge squatted in the closet, Jiang Miao pulled a few coats hanging in the closet, barely covering the senior sister completely.

"Senior sister, don't make a sound later." Jiang Miao whispered, "I will let you out when I find a chance."

"En." Su Huai porridge hid in the sea of ​​heavy clothes, responded softly, and pulled the clothes to cover them more tightly, "Close the door, don't be found out."

"OK."

Jiang Miao gently closed the closet door, thought for a while and opened it again: "Senior sister, if you feel bored later, remember to send me a WeChat message, don't hold back anything."

"Understood! Close the door!"

Leaning against the inside of the closet, Su Huai Porridge's side was closer to the outside, and the sound of the door opening and closing, as well as the sound of changing shoes and key chains could be clearly heard.

By this time, the person entering the door had already walked towards the corridor, and the sound of footsteps was getting closer.

Su Huai porridge quickly pushed Jiang Miao out and told him to close the door quickly.

Then Jiang Miao heard Tang Xiaojing's voice from outside.

"Miaomiao? Are you at home?"

Probably because she saw Jiang Miao's shoes at the door, Tang Xiaojing guessed that Jiang Miao was at home, so she yelled before she reached the door of the room.

Jiang Miao hurriedly closed the closet door again, and responded, "Yes! Are you busy?!"

"It's nothing, it's just strange." Tang Xiaojing walked to the door and pressed the doorknob while speaking.

But the doorknob gave no feedback and the door was locked.

Tang Xiaojing frowned, realizing that things were not simple.

But before she could think about it, Jiang Miao had already come to the door and opened the bedroom door.

"Why are you back?" Jiang Miao preemptively asked in doubt.

"The weather forecast says it will rain in the evening, and your dad urged me to come back and collect my clothes." Tang Xiaojing rolled her eyes, "If I had known you were at home, I wouldn't have come back."

"Oh~ that's it." Jiang Miao nodded clearly, "Then you're going out later?"

"I'll come back to collect some clothes." Tang Xiaojing nodded, and walked into her son's bedroom, but various guesses emerged in her heart. As she walked to the desk, she asked, "When did you come back? Didn't you go to grandma's house in the morning?" ?”

She glanced under the desk, but there was no one there.

He glanced under the bed again, obviously unable to hide anyone.

So she sat on the edge of the bed, touched the still warm mattress, with a lot of thoughts, her eyes fell on the wardrobe involuntarily, thinking deeply.

At the same time, Su Huai Porridge was bored in his junior's closet, and could only rely on his mobile phone to provide a little light.

Surrounded by my junior's clothes, all I could smell was the scent of my junior, as well as a little fragrance left after washing the clothes.

Su Huai porridge listened to the conversation between Aunt Tang and Jiang Miao outside the closet, and her heart was raised in her throat, for fear that Aunt Tang would come to see the closet if she disagreed.

As soon as he thought of the scene where Aunt Tang opened the closet, and he and her looked at each other, Su Huai Porridge couldn't help but tremble, and awkwardly scratched the floor.

Oh no, now I'm picking my junior's clothes.

Su Huai porridge huddled in the closet and didn't dare to move, for fear of making any noise that would alert Aunt Tang.

Little did she know that Tang Xiaojing had already suspected it.

"I just came back." Jiang Miao was talking nonsense, "Sister Qingqing wants to use the computer, so I will come back and use my own. I will go to grandma's house for dinner later."

"That's it." Tang Xiaojing touched the mattress that was still warm, sneered in her heart, and said casually, "Stop playing with the computer and pay attention to your eyes."

There is no need for this brat to write a draft when he lies.

After touching the mattress for a long time, Tang Xiaojing got up and walked out of her son's bedroom to the balcony outside the living room, ready to collect her clothes.

"Invincible begins with the sacrifice of ancestors"

Walking to the balcony, Tang Xiaojing raised her right hand and squeezed her index finger and thumb together under the light of the sky outside the window. When she looked carefully, she found a long thin black hair, which was twenty or thirty centimeters long.

Unless her son has a strange habit of dressing up and wearing wigs, this long hair must belong to other girls.

From the moment she entered the corridor to the corridor, no one in Jiang Miao's bedroom had ever come out, and only the wardrobe could hide servants in the room.

As for whether it is true or not, you will know if you try it.