Quickly wear, what should I do if the vicious cannon fodder is too stupid

The ingredients he prepared had to be the best and most refined, because he wanted to feed this... delicate child at home to satisfaction.

Fang Jingran hadn't realized that he had such thoughts.

Feng He secretly moved her position, out of Fang Jingran's sight.

Then he started pretending to sweep the floor, occasionally taking some time to play with his cell phone.

Anyway, the floor in Fang Jingran’s house was not dirty at all, so it didn’t make any difference whether he swept it or not.

Fang Jingran couldn't tell whether he swept it or not.

Fenghe came to Fang Jingran's house around nine o'clock, and the aunt who was preparing to cook came at eleven o'clock.

In fact, Feng He only swept the floor for half an hour at most, and spent most of the rest of the time in a daze and slacking off.

Fang Jingran watched him for an hour, and when the cooking aunt came, he told Feng He that there was no need to sweep the floor.

Come sit on the sofa and play for a while.

Feng He was naturally delighted. She dropped the broom in her hand and ran happily to sit on the sofa.

But the witch costume he was wearing was a bit awkward...

Feng He held the phone and said to Jing Ran in embarrassment, "I'm not sweeping the floor now, can you take off this outfit? It's inconvenient to wear such a big hat."

Fang Jingran nodded to show his agreement.

"You can stay here tonight... Are you used to living in a small place like your school dormitory?"

Fang Jingran didn't know why he said these words in his heart.

Feng He was stunned for a moment, and looked at Fang Jingran with some suspicion.

That look seemed to be saying: Is Fang Jingran so kind?

Could it be that they wanted to wait until he fell asleep and then sell him off...

Fang Jingran's face darkened, and he said unhappily, "It's because you were spoiled before, and you wanted the best of everything. I doubt you can live in the school dormitory."

Feng He coughed twice and said with a guilty conscience: "It's okay, it's not that exaggerated."

He felt that the school dormitory was okay. After all, it was decorated like that by the original owner and it seemed like it had everything missing.

But if the school wants to change the dormitory, it will become a horror story for the original owner.

Fang Jingran's face was still very grim. He said in a tone that did not allow for refusal: "If I tell you to live here, then live here. Why are you talking so much nonsense?"

Feng He hesitated and seemed to be deeply concerned.

Fang Jingran's face turned as black as the bottom of a pot. He opened his bloody mouth and roared, "Am I the kind of person who would sell you out while you're asleep?!"

Feng He: “…”

He smiled awkwardly and wondered in his heart, how could Fang Jingran guess his thoughts so well?

Every guess is correct.

"But I haven't asked for leave yet. It's against discipline for me to stay out all night like this."

Feng He finally listened and spoke seriously.

Fang Jingran raised his eyebrows, looking unconvinced.

He said: "I didn't expect you to be so disciplined now. You used to ignore discipline. When you were about to take the college entrance examination, you also slept until you woke up naturally every morning."

Feng He: “…” Six, it turns out the original owner had this characteristic before.

Fang Jingran continued, "It's not difficult to ask for leave. You can just call your instructor and ask for leave now."

Feng He said shyly, "I think it's troublesome. Why should I ask for leave for no reason?"

Fang Jingran's face darkened, and his tone became intriguing: "You have a nice place to live, but you're not happy?"

Feng He: “…” How can I tell him that he doesn’t care about this?

Well, it’s better to have less trouble than more, so he decided to make a phone call and ask for leave.

Feng He called her counselor to ask for leave in front of Fang Jingran, and it went very smoothly.

Fang Jingran was satisfied and had a comfortable expression on his face.

Feng He also felt that it was over. He finally didn't have to listen to Fang Jingran's annoying voice in his ear anymore.

Who knew that Fang Jingran would say the next second: "You live broadcast here tonight, I want to watch you live."

Feng He resisted the urge to roll her eyes, took a deep breath and said, "...Are you so bored?"

Fang Jingran stared at him unhappily.

Feng He suddenly didn't dare to speak, and his expression became better. After all, the other party had the leverage over him.

Lunch was ready on time at half past twelve, and Fang Jingran and Feng He both sat at the table.

Today's lunch was indeed extremely sumptuous. Feng He could tell at a glance that all the dishes were very expensive.

I don’t know how many thousands this meal will cost.

Feng He raised her eyelids and looked at Fang Jingran with trembling eyelashes.

I thought, aren’t he and the original owner sworn enemies? How could he be willing to spend so much money to treat him to a meal…

Feng He soon had no time to think about all these trivial things... because the dishes were so delicious.

His mouth was so full of stuff that he couldn't find time to speak.

Fang Jingran looked at him with amusement, and said in a rather mocking tone: "After falling into poverty, you really are hungry...you eat like this."

Feng He was too lazy to pay attention to him. He didn't want to go against the delicious food.

Fang Jingran saw that Feng He ignored him after all the praise he had said, still squinting his eyes and enjoying his food, and his face darkened. However, seeing that he looked like he had just been released from the starvation prison, he didn't say anything after all.

Fang Jingran occasionally picked up his chopsticks to eat something, and most people just watched Feng He eat.

Feng He couldn't eat anymore because Fang Jingran kept looking at him and he felt uncomfortable.

"Are these dishes not to your liking?"

Feng He asked.

Fang Jingran shook his head and said, "Maybe he's tired of eating it."

Feng He: “…” He really shouldn’t have said that.

Feng He concentrated on eating, stuffing all the delicious food into his mouth.

After the meal, he muttered with his belly bulging, "Why don't you have some fruit after the meal?"

Fang Jingran: “…”

After a while, Fenghe was holding a bowl of cherries and eating them with relish.

The cherries were big and red, like agate beads, and extremely sweet and sour.

Feng He narrowed her eyes and thought to herself that she must eat more. If this thing is sold outside, it may cost tens or hundreds of yuan per pound.

Fang Jingran didn't bother Feng He much in the afternoon. The two of them just sat together quietly, playing with their phones and chatting from time to time.

Most of the time, it was Fang Jingran who asked Feng He in advance.

Most of the questions were about whether he had adapted to his current life and whether he wanted to go back to the past.

Feng He gave very perfunctory answers, mostly neutral words like "it's okay" and "whatever".

Fang Jingran was so confused that he didn't know what to say.

He was depressed for a while, then said, "If you always... follow me, I can let you go back to your previous life."

Feng He was playing with her cell phone, but his words shocked her so much that the phone fell to the ground.

He stared blankly with his eyes wide open, muttering to himself: "Brother, what are you talking about?"

Fang Jingran's face was extremely dark. He had already humbled himself to this extent...

Feng He shrank her neck in fear and hugged herself with her hands.

Said: "Forget it, I am fine the way I am now."

Fang Jingran snorted coldly, leaving Feng He with only his back.

"I mean, you stay with me and work like a slave for me. What do you want? I'm giving you too much face, right?"

Fang Jingran left a sentence before leaving.

Feng He breathed a sigh of relief. It wasn't what he thought.

After Fang Jingran left, Feng He immediately took off her slippers and rolled around on the sofa in an ungraceful manner.

Oh yeah, the sofa is his alone now.

Hearing the noise, Fang Jingran’s back froze and his steps also stopped.

An indescribable look on his face.