I heard someone wants to raise me

It was written by Chu Jiao, but the intention is for children.

He wondered if Lin Shu was still alive, would he have written such a thank you card to someone?

He writes very beautifully, and he definitely doesn't need someone else to write for him. Jing Xiuzhu put away the greeting card and let out a sigh of relief.

Chen Xin found a small basin from the kitchen and came back, took a few apricots she had just washed, put them on the desk, and asked suspiciously: "Captain Jing, who wrote you the greeting card? Or a love letter?"

Jing Xiuzhu stuffed it into the file bag, reached out and knocked on her forehead, "I'm just curious, is your IQ enough?"

Chen Xin shrank her head and stuck out her tongue to peel her apricot.

"Tsk, what year is it, people still write greeting cards."

Ning Jianjing came down from the stairs and stood on the stairs with his hands in his pockets. The warm and non-glare sunshine in the morning softly shone on his body, like a soft gold leaf veil.

His hair is not as delicate as usual, and without the sense of distance, it adds a touch of softness and closeness, which makes him a little more youthful, with both hands in his trouser pockets, looking down at people, Proud and haughty.

Chen Xin was stunned for a moment, and the apricot in his hand fell to the ground before he could put it into his mouth.

Jing Xiuzhu turned his head and saw that he had changed into a neatly pressed black shirt with a stand-up collar, and his trousers were slightly rolled up, revealing a section of his fair ankle.

"Have you taken a bath?" Jing Xiuzhu asked.

Ning Jianjing glanced at him, "It's none of your business."

"You just play it dead, the medicine that was given to you in vain, it hurts you and forget it." Jing Xiuzhu frowned and looked at his slightly damp hair, looking refreshed, and couldn't help but want to ask him what's wrong with his back. Does the injury hurt?

Chen Xin's brains are too big here. Ever since he heard the words of bathing, taking medicine, and dying of pain, she can hardly think anymore. Her eyes frantically swept across the faces of Ning Jianjing and Jing Xiuzhu. Come and sweep.

Mr. Ning's right cheek seems to have some finger marks, and his face looks a little pale, Team Jing...is he so rough?

Chen Xin frantically wrote the script in his head, from the finger marks on his face to Jing Xiuzhu's perverted habit on the bed to the fierce demands, the scene where the coquettish Xiao Ning always cries and begs for mercy, and wrote it in detail, his hands trembling up.

It's too awful.

"Ugh……"

Jing Xiuzhu turned his head and glanced at her, "Why are you sighing?"

Chen Xin looked up, watched him shake his head, sighed while shaking his head, but didn't speak.

Jing Xiuzhu frowned because he didn't know, and said for a while, "Forget it...you go to the youth training camp and ask the big kids to come and get some, give them points, and give some to Dr. Miao."

Chen Xin let out an "oh", and left without saying a word.

Jing Xiuzhu reached out and took one out of the small pot left by Chen Xin, peeled the skin and walked over to Ning Jianjing, and reached out to him, "Little ancestor, try it."

Ning Jianjing frowned and looked at his fingers, then turned away in disgust: "Have you washed your hands?"

"...Don't eat it." Jing Xiuzhu withdrew his hand, and just about to put it into his mouth, he saw Ning Jianjing with his hands still in his pockets, and leaned over slightly to take a bite from his hand.

frown.

"Is it sweet?" Jing Xiuzhu asked.

Ning Jianjing swallowed it with difficulty, and almost yelled, "Where did you get it? It's sour and bitter. It grew out of the garbage dump."

"Impossible." Jing Xiuzhu frowned, put the half-bitten apricot into his mouth suspiciously, and took a bite.

Slightly sour and sweet, juicy and sweet, sour and bitter?

"You call this sour and bitter?"

Ning Jian nodded: "It's unpalatable."

Jing Xiuzhu, "...Come on, tell me what that sweet thing is, I just want to find fault when I open my mouth, sorry..."

"Apricot sour." Ning Jianjing licked his lower lip and laughed, "I'm the sweet one."

Jing Xiuzhu was startled.

Ning Jianjing took a step forward, raised his head slightly to look at Jing Xiuzhu, blinked his right eye, "Captain Jing, do you want to confirm again?"

Jing Xiuzhu glanced at him with downcast eyes, met the casual smile and deliberate sarcasm in his eyes, and smiled with the corner of his mouth: "Are you sure?"

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