Cousin fierce

Walking into Xia Xia and Ding Tianyi's home, there is a touch of sandalwood inside. A woman in a white dress is sitting on the sofa and reading a book. Time is generous, not as cruel as other women.

Xia Xia walked to Ding Tianyi's side, knelt on the ground, resting her head on her shoulder like a cat.She whispered a few words in Ding Tianyi's ear, Ding Tianyi raised his head and looked towards the door, Wang Xifeng nodded slightly at her.

Xia Xia took out a thick book, handed it to Wang Xifeng, and said, "My sister was surprised that you would ask her to borrow a book, but no matter what the reason is, my sister said I will give you this book."

Wang Xifeng took the book and said, "I..."

"My sister likes to give away books. This is her pleasure, so you just keep it. She said you will definitely like this book." Xia Xia waved her hand and said generously.

Wang Xifeng walked out of Xia Xia's house with a smile. Seeing that it was too late, she held the book in her arms and hurried to the station.

Bought a mosquito net on the way.She has lived alone in Hangzhou for so many years and has never thought about buying a mosquito net. She always feels that she has rough skin and thick flesh, plus the smell of perfume, wine and smoke, even mosquitoes can't stand it, so there is no need for it.

It's just that Jia Baoyu is different.Jia Baoyu is precious.

Wang Xifeng felt more and more that this Jia Baoyu might really be Jia Baoyu from the Dream of the Red Chamber.It's okay for the family to support her, but he talks about being a prodigal, but he still thinks about her delicate skin and tender flesh.

Thinking of Jia Baoyu's calf that he touched in the morning, his skin was really white and tender.

When Wang Xifeng got home, she immediately put the Dream of the Red Chamber on the most conspicuous glass coffee table, and added a glass, filled with flowers picked downstairs at the expense of vandalism, creating an atmosphere that a petty bourgeois intellectual woman should have. .

The scent of gardenias enveloped the small room, overflowing with sweet fragrance.

When Jia Baoyu walked out of the bedroom, he smelled the fragrance. The fragrance was too strong, and his nose wrinkled slightly. It took him a while to get used to it.Wang Xifeng's shadow passed her by, and the long black hair gave her a familiar feeling.

Wang Xifeng rummaged through the closet in the bedroom for the clothes worn by decent women that she bought specially for going home earlier, but when she opened all the closets, all she saw were piles of neatly stacked hills, and she couldn't do it when she wanted to.

Wang Xifeng asked Jia Baoyu, "Baoyu, where did you put my white shirt and long skirt?"

Jia Baoyu walked behind Wang Xifeng, bent down, and rummaged through the clothes.

It's good to be chaotic, but it's messy but miraculously you can find it with your hands. It's the first time that Wang Xifeng has no clue when facing the neatly arranged tofu cubes.

"This one..." Jia Baoyu took out a stack of familiar yet unfamiliar fabrics, and spread them out to see that they were weapons and equipment when he returned home, and they were also Wang Xifeng's armor. The white shirt and long skirt that he would never wear out in normal times.

Wang Xifeng took off her vest and shorts, and put the clothes on. Before Jia Baoyu could leave, she squatted on the ground and was forced to watch the strip show.

The clothes were thrown on the tatami and into the closet. Wang Xifeng put on the dress of a decent woman and walked towards the living room with her head held high.

Jia Baoyu walked out of the bedroom, and Jia's father and mother had already appeared in front of her.

Jia's father is wearing a suit and holding a briefcase in his hand, which is purely a businessman's image, while Jia's mother is wearing a white cheongsam, graceful and graceful.When I saw my baby, the wrinkles at the corners of the smiling eyes deepened, but it didn't look old, and it was more kind.

"Father and mother." Jia Baoyu shouted.

The sitting position of the four shows the closeness and distance between them.

Jia Baoyu sat next to Jiamu, leaning on Jiamu, who held her hand in both hands and looked at her with distress.

Wang Xifeng sat at the far corner of the sofa, facing them, with a straight rocker, serious face, straight eyes, half tense and half tired facial muscles, but it seemed to be very effective.

Jia's father scanned the small room with his eyes. This house is not big. Women who rent such a house in the city are usually single and have a cat or dog.Wang Xifeng's room has very few decorations, and it looks clean and simple. The tiles on the floor are very clean without stains, and there is no ashtray on the coffee table, which means that no men are involved. , the part below the wrist, and the clothes look familiar, which also shows that Wang Xifeng is a simple person.

Father Jia nodded, and his eyes returned to the book and the gardenia flower on the coffee table. Wang Xifeng's heart beat a beat, and he prayed that he would not really read that book. I haven't flipped it even once, if the content inside is a book of Jin Ping Mei, Wang Xifeng will not be able to wash it clean by jumping into the Yellow River.

His eyes stayed on the book, guarding against Father Jia's hand reaching over.

But Mother Jia reached out her slender hand, picked up the book, put it on her knees, and flipped through a few pages. Wang Xifeng sat too far away to read the words on it, her eyes were so round that their eyeballs almost jumped out of their sockets, and finally I saw some black printed words, and there were dense comments written with a pen on one side.

Mother Jia put the book back on the coffee table and said with a smile, "Feng'er, do you like reading too?"

Wang Xifeng nodded lightly, and Jia Mu said, "It's good for young people to read more books."