Daiyu: After being reborn, who still wants to be a yandere?

Daiyu glanced at He Zimo and saw him take out a box of milk from his schoolbag and hand it to the little girl.

The little girl might be very hungry, so she grabbed the steamed bun and gobbled it up. She ate too quickly and choked a little.

She was timid and cowardly. She looked up at the old woman and only after getting a reassuring look from her did she dare to take the milk and drink it in big gulps.

Huang Siyu turned around and looked at the two people in the corner. The old man and the child waved to her. Perhaps she thought of something and tears rolled down her cheeks.

Daiyu took out a tissue and handed it to Huang Siyu. Huang Siyu just took it casually, wiped it on her face, twitched her nose, and then her expression returned to normal.

He Zimo said "goodbye" to the little girl, then walked back to Daiyu with his feet tapping.

"Let's go."

He Shuirong stepped forward and followed Daiyu. Although there was He Zimo between them, his eyes were fixed on Daiyu.

She went home at noon and washed her hair. Since she let her hair down to dry naturally, she didn't wear a hairpin.

Her long hair was spread out, and the setting sun shone obliquely from the foot of the mountain, reflecting on her hair, which was soft and glowing, just like fine embroidery thread.

He Shuirong couldn't help but want to reach out and touch him, but He Zimo was stuck in the middle and looked up and glared at his uncle.

Daiyu seemed to have received the signal from his eyes. She turned sideways and looked into He Shuirong's eyes.

Giving him a sly smile.

In an instant, He Shuirong's breathing suddenly tightened, like a comet hitting the earth.

In the car, Xie Yun felt itchy again, so he raised his phone to the windshield and took a picture.

Yesterday's photo made him look so impressive that everyone in the group has given him the honorific title of "Detective Xie".

Therefore, in order to live up to the reputation, he must spare no effort to bring benefits to his group members.

He pretended to be calm and posted this photo to the group.

A stone stirred up a thousand waves.

Professor He actually has this kind of iron-clad yet tender side. Looking at his eyes, they are like honey, enough to pull out threads from them.

Lei Ming saved the photos like crazy, waiting to see if he could sell them for money or exchange them for some other benefit.

[Thank you, Detective. This girl is pretty.]

That is, it is her looks that can make Mr. He rush to Shuangxi Town, a remote place, all day long. Is there any need to talk about her looks?

Xie Yun replied proudly:

[I am even prettier than in the photo! ]

Lei Ming twitched his lips. He silently opened He Shuirong's WeChat and volunteered:

[Professor, does your support for Nancheng education still count? I want to sign up! ]

Next to Li Lifen’s flower shop, there is a breakfast shop that usually only sells steamed buns in the morning.

When passing by the store entrance, Huang Siyu stood beside the steamer, looking at the cold pot and cold stove, feeling a little disappointed, but still unwilling to give up, and asked:

"Boss, do you still sell steamed buns?"

The boss waved to her. This girl would come to buy six steamed buns every morning, and the boss was quite impressed by her.

Because people in the south eat less noodles, their store closes after noon.

Daiyu just pulled her arm and said:

"Siyu, come to my house to eat. My grandma cooks every day. I told her this morning."

Huang Siyu waved his hand and said:

"That's fine. I'll go to work first and then come out to eat after I'm done. It won't delay me."

Daiyu could actually understand Huang Siyu's strong self-esteem. It was a bit like when she first entered the Jia family, where they treated themselves as a guest and were polite to them in everything, always fearing that they would dislike her, so she didn't say anything more.

Li Lifen was tidying up the display racks at the door at this time. When she heard their conversation, she walked back into the store and winked at Yang Liushu:

"Hurry up, go help Lin Meimei and the others take photos of their products, and go to her house for a meal while you're at it."

Yang Liushu pointed to the back kitchen of the store, where an iron pot was bubbling with steam, and his favorite braised pork was stewed inside. He curled his lips and refused:

"I'd better wait to eat meat. Sister Lin is as thin as a bean sprout. I guess they have rabbits at home and only eat vegetarian food."

Li Lifen reached out and gently tapped his forehead, and whispered:

"Stinky boy, who's eating for you? I'm Jian Siyu. She didn't buy any steamed buns just now, so she's probably going hungry. Little girls are shy, so you invite her to eat with you."

Come on, Ms. Li Lifen just thinks he is shameless, right?

Willow Tree reluctantly came out with his Sony on his back, pretending to be pitiful, holding his belly and saying:

"Sister Lin, Ms. Li Lifen kicked me out. Please have pity on me and let me volunteer at your house. And give me a meal."

Daiyu was worrying about not being able to find an excuse to persuade Huang Siyu, but when she saw the willow tree appear like a timely rain, she was delighted and nodded at him.

He Shuirong narrowed his narrow eyes and looked up and down at the willow tree.

Yang Liushu was originally pretending to be nonchalant, but when he saw He Shuirong, he saw his serious and cold look, and there seemed to be hostility in his eyes. He immediately stood up straight, and his legs and feet were shaking with fear.

Li Lifen found a lunch box, picked out the large pieces of braised pork from the iron pot, put them in a thermos bag, and quickly ran out of the store and stuffed the lunch box into Huang Siyu's hand:

"Siyu, help auntie carry it, and eat with Sister Lin and the others later."

Huang Siyu felt a little embarrassed, his fingers were stiff, and he didn't dare to take it.

Yang Liushu came over with a grin, snatched Ms. Li Lifen's lunch box, and stuffed it into Huang Siyu's hand:

"Ms. Li Lifen just doesn't believe me. She's even afraid that I'll spill the braised pork. Siyu, please help me carry it."

Huang Siyu had no choice but to take it carefully. She could still smell some meat in the lunch box, and she sniffed slightly.

On the way, Yang Liushu was afraid of the majesty of He Shuirong and did not dare to walk with him. He just tapped his steps and followed the three of them with Huang Siyu behind.

"Si Yu, who are these two people that Lin Meimei knows? Why does that kid have a stern face and looks so serious?"

He Zimo was a little kid with very sharp eyes and ears. He immediately stopped and looked back at the uncle with strange hair.

Yang Liushu just smiled at him awkwardly, feeling a pang in her heart, wondering when she would be able to correct her habit of being too talkative.

When Daiyu saw He Zimo turned around, she also turned around and saw them looking at each other, then asked:

"what happened?"

"Sister, you and uncle go first, I will follow you later."

After saying that, He Zimo just stood there coolly, with his hands on his waist, blocking the willow tree.

Daiyu also knew that He Zimo was not the kind of kid who liked to play and make trouble, so she just let him do what he wanted.

The little guy ran away, leaving only Daiyu and He Shuirong walking in front.

The original owner's body was in much better condition than Daiyu's before. He Shuirong was tall and had long legs, and he walked very fast, and Daiyu followed him with "da da da".

After a while, he left the three people behind far behind.

He Shuirong put his hands in his trouser pockets, touching the hairpin box. He suddenly stopped and Daiyu also stopped.