After wearing the book, I became the villain’s little fan girl

He walked to the closet in his room, stretched out his hand and opened it, and found an old wooden box from the bottom.

Open it and take out a small notebook.

It is a passbook.

The moon and stars outside the window were scarce, and a few rays of moonlight shone on the young Leng Jun's brow.

By the faint moonlight.

Yan Zhi saw the four-digit number on the passbook clearly.

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Early the next morning.

Jiang Yao was woken up by Chi Chi.

The little thing stepped on her body through the quilt, and then wobbled to her face.

The furry touch made her feel a little itchy.

As soon as he opened his eyes, he bumped into the squeaky blue pupils as bright as the sea.

Squeaky, you are not good.

The voice has the softness of just waking up.

She reached out her hand from under the quilt and rubbed the little thing's head hard.

Meow~

Zhizhi rubbed against her palm.

It's like being coquettish.

Ahhh, who can resist this nm? !

Jiang Yao's heart melted.

After arguing with Zhizhi for a while, she lifted the quilt and got out of bed.

Draw the curtains.

Light flooded the room.

Jiang Yao opened the window and took a closer look.

It should have rained last night. Although the sun was slowly rising, there was still crystal clear rain on the leaves, which fell when the wind blew.

It was still a little cold, so she closed the window again.

It doesn't rain now.

It was already ten o'clock when Jiang Yao finished washing and went downstairs with Zhizhi in her arms.

Jiang Zeting has already gone to the company.

Aunt Miao was mopping the floor.

Miss is up? Lean pork porridge is heating up in the kitchen. I'll go and set it up for Miss.

Aunt Miao raised her head when she heard footsteps, and was about to put down the mop as she spoke.

How could Aunt Miao be useful for such a trivial matter?

Jiang Yao quickly refused: No, no, Aunt Miao will go by myself, you are busy first.

Take two steps.

She looked around: Aunt Miao, did you buy a cat bag yesterday?

Aunt Miao: It seems that I haven't bought anything yet. I'll show the lady later.

All right.

Jiang Yao nodded, originally she wanted to take Zhizhi out together, but now the little thing is deeply in her heart.

Now it seems that we can only give up.

She went to the restaurant to have breakfast, and then fed Zhizhi after eating.

This little thing only eats what she feeds now, and it doesn't work well for anyone. Last night, Aunt Miao wanted to try feeding, good guy, the little cub just lost his temper.

Jiang Yao finally realized what Aunt Miao said about her temper.

Seeing Zhizhi finish his last bite, Miss Jiang patted it on the head: It's really delicate.

Meow!

With a sharp voice, Zhizhi raised his little meaty claws, as if protesting.

People are not squeamish!

Jiang Yao chuckled and stood up.

The living room is surrounded by soft folk tunes.

The Jiang family is big enough, and Aunt Miao is still mopping the floor.

She was not in a hurry, the Jiang family had very little to do, and she was leisurely listening to the little tunes.

When spring comes, the windows are full of green, and the eldest girl embroiders mandarin ducks under the windows...

...The mandarin ducks fight each other, and the willows grow when summer comes...

Wu Nong spoke softly, lamenting and euphemistically.

It is Song of the Four Seasons by Zhou Xuan.

Jiang Yao frowned and raised her voice to Aunt Miao: Aunt Miao, I'm going out!

Aunt Miao stopped and asked with a smile, Miss, will you be back at noon?

Jiang Yao thought for a few seconds before making a decision: Go back!

Jiang Zeting should come back for dinner, and she has to accompany him.

Okay, miss, what else do you want to eat besides sweet and sour pork ribs, I'll make it for lunch.

“Spicy fish!”

Miss Jiang likes both sweet and spicy food.

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After the rain, the distant mountains are like washing, and the wind and clouds are scattered.

Jiangcheng is a city in the south, the rain last night weakened the heat a bit, and the air is just right now.

Jiang Yao stood in front of a tall building.

Behind her was the continuous flow of cars, she raised her head, and squinted her eyes proudly at the skyscraper.