Wear it until the scum A tortures the heroine

Song Jiao is difficult to understand, but easy to understand.

Xu Jinzhao embraced the gradually softening Omega, felt her arms slowly raised and wrapped around his waist, and thought to himself, she is really a complicated and simple girl.

These two evaluations do not conflict, and they are reflected in every aspect of Song Jiao’s daily life.

Song Jiao often behaves in a way that people can't understand, with her unique thoughts and intentions behind her. If she really wants to analyze these things thoroughly, Xu Jinzhao can't do it.

But Xu Jinzhao can simplify the complexity and deal with Song Jiao in a way that takes the least time to think and react.

That is to treat her well, give her love, and let her feel that she is valued.

Song Jiao is undoubtedly lacking in love. Xu Jinzhao understood this through reading "Jiao Jiao" when he didn't know the details of her mother's past.

A young girl, her mother died early, her father was imprisoned, and she was forced to start a family with someone she hated. She was tortured and persecuted by the other party, and was tortured and persecuted by the other party's family members. In her life, there were either vicious tigers and wolves, or ghosts who helped the evildoers.

Living in such an environment, no matter how firm the will is, no matter how rational and calm, people will feel lonely and cold.

Humans are social animals by nature, they need to communicate and live in groups.

Even Yu Lan, who is resistant to face-to-face conversations, builds her social circle through the Internet, communicates with text messages, and online chat rooms to have fun.

But only from "Jiao Jiao", Song Jiao has been invisible and isolated since she was at least 17 years old. No one around her has experienced everything she encountered, and no one will empathize with her and provide help.

Even in the three years before she was banned from traveling, she lacked relaxed and active social activities and dissociated herself from the group.This is not only the desired effect of [Xu Jinzhao], but also Song Jiao's own choice.

Not to mention later, under the confinement imposed on Song Jiao, various forms of mental and physical violence, and the irresistible oppression of power, she had no choice but to sterilize herself and let [Xu Jinzhao] interfere with Xu Boyang's inevitable intervention. voluntarily terminated the marriage.

There is nothing positive in Song Jiao's life, it is full of abuse that barely spared her life, and the perpetrator still assumes a proper arrogant posture, thinking that she owes him.

——Your father once harmed our Xu family.

——I love you so much, why can't you give me something back?Can't you feel the difference between me and other people?

When Xu Jinzhao replaced [Xu Jinzhao], Song Jiao had already lived in suffocation for 3 years.

And through Song Jiao's gradual narration of her mother, Xu Jinzhao also learned that Qiao Chu's excessive care about her work performance and other people's eyes actually interfered with her family life. Expression of love.

Work and family, this is indeed a difficult choice to get the best of both worlds. Xu Jinzhao can't say that Qiao Chu is wrong, because everyone pursues different things, but she can feel that Song Jiao has really been affected to a certain extent.

Her mother died at the age of 10, and her father's mental state was not good enough to fulfill her emotional responsibilities as a parent beyond material provision. Song Jiao obviously fell into loneliness and a cold vacuum earlier than she expected.

Song Jiao is now an adult, well-developed and feminine.

But in a sense, she is still a somewhat paranoid child, because she lacks the love and pity of others, she becomes elusive and volatile.

Xu Jinzhao can't thoroughly analyze Song Jiao's inner world, but she can use a simple and crude but effective method to achieve the miraculous effect of reducing ten times with one force.

Obviously, it's still working this time.

Xu Jinzhao took the initiative to stroke the top of her hair. It was rare for Omega not to braid her hair today. Instead, she simply pulled her temple hair back and tied it in one strand.

The long hair scattered behind made it easier for Xu Jinzhao to move, and her fingers gently inserted | into these fluffy black hairs like dark clouds, and slowly straightened and combed them for the person in her arms.

This is the most straightforward and simple emotional exchange. Human beings, as primates, can also get the positive emotions conveyed by their companions by combing each other's hair.

When Xu Jinzhao felt that Song Jiao had indeed recovered, she laughed softly.

Song Jiao still cuddled in her arms, leaning against the neckline of Alpha's sweater with her profile, her arms also tightly wrapped around her waist.

Not long ago, Song Jiao was planning how to touch Xu Jinzhao's plump and good skin, but now she has no messy thoughts at all, leaving only a little palpitation and peace like the rest of her life after a catastrophe.

She asked in a muffled voice, "What are you laughing at?"

Xu Jinzhao replied: "Oh, my hands smell like paint, and now it's on your hair too."

Song Jiao didn't care about these things. Normally, she might argue with Xu Jinzhao, but now she doesn't want to think about these things at all.

But she stood on tiptoe, leaned close to Alpha's cheek, sniffed through the mask, and said, "The whole room smells of paint, so don't make fun of anyone else, we both stink."

Xu Jinzhao took advantage of the situation and patted her thin back: "Okay, don't worry, baby? My sister is going to write Spring Festival couplets."

This is of course a joke, and it is something that Song Jiao can only talk about after confirming that his spirit has calmed down.

Song Jiao didn't confront each other with the title of 'little baby' as usual, and she really let go of her hand obediently.

Xu Jinzhao didn't write immediately, but looked at Song Jiao's expression on half of his face outside the mask, and saw that Omega's eyes were soft again, so he was completely relieved.

She knew Song Jiao's character, and knew that there would be no results if she got to the bottom of it, so she picked up the brush on the paint cover, re-touched the brush, and wrote a few more lines to find the feeling.

When it was about the same, Xu Jinzhao put down his pen, removed the paperweight, and removed the large red rice paper he was practicing with, while greeting Song Jiao.

"Okay, unfold the couplet paper."

Song Jiao went to repack the rice paper bag, took out the couplet paper and spread it on the felt, made gestures by herself, adjusted to a more comfortable writing position, and pressed it down with a paperweight.

Xu Jinzhao turned around to see Song Jiao's serious pose, and couldn't help laughing, "Help me move the paper up later."

Song Jiao enjoyed this kind of interaction very much, so when Xu Jinzhao wrote a word, she helped drag the couplet paper.

Xu Jinzhao didn't make a pair by himself, he directly used the widely spread and common classic couplet of saying goodbye to the old and welcoming the new, and also wrote two characters of blessing.

After all, it wasn't his own house, and Xu Jinzhao didn't buy paste to paint the walls to paste the Spring Festival couplets. After the gold ink was dry, he used scotch tape to paste the Spring Festival couplets and blessing characters.

Song Jiao felt very regretful. She pasted up the 101 blessing character and muttered: "It's ugly to stick it with tape, and it ruins the feeling of the words. When I live in my own house in the future, I can paste it as I want."

Xu Jinzhao laughed: "If there is something wrong with my word, I will be able to read it. Also, Boss Song, it's not like you don't know the high-end villa areas nowadays. They are all Western-style buildings. It's more funny to put on Spring Festival couplets."

This is true, the current residential building is still normal, imagine that the small villa in Biwan is affixed with the red couplet paper, it is indeed a bit abrupt.

Song Jiao didn't care, she said, "I'm going to post it, I think it looks good."

The strawberries bought in the supermarket lived up to Xu Jinzhao's prayers, and the taste was actually very good, sweet and sour, not the kind of taste that was worried about.

Xu Jinzhao was as happy as if he had picked it up for nothing, he ate less than half of that pot of strawberries without Song Jiao's supervision at all.

Aunt Li's greedy insects aroused by the strawberries planted on Biwan's balcony were completely suppressed, and Xu Jinzhao also took advantage of the leisure time to plan a follow-up fitness plan.

Considering that she will definitely return to the days of running around after the year, she decided to focus on no equipment.

Xu Jinzhao is very mobile, so he spreads out the mat to do abdominal crunches at night.

Song Jiao was watching, Xu Jinzhao would not be embarrassed, but he always felt that Omega's eyes were too hot.

After she broke out in sweat after exercising, she sat cross-legged on the mat, wiped her head and face with a towel, and asked Song Jiao, "Do you want to exercise too?"

Xu Jinzhao thinks that Song Jiao's interest lies in exercising herself, completely unaware that she just wants to admire the beautiful body, so she stays in the living room and stares at it all the time.

Song Jiao's eyes were almost locked on Xu Jinzhao's soft and white belly.

She finds it strange, after all, she has never had a preference for female sex before, and she doesn't care much about people's appearance and figure.

It was very warm in the room, and Xu Jinzhao was wearing sports underwear and leggings.

The trousers covered the beautiful long legs that Song Jiao was also very interested in, and only the half of the slender and tight calves were exposed. Because of the cross-legged posture at the moment, the beautiful ankles and bare feet with delicate joints were also hidden under the legs.

So Song Jiao's full attention was on Xu Jinchao's waist and abdomen. Alpha raised his hand and wiped the sweat from his shoulders and neck with a towel, but his lower abdomen was temporarily ignored.

Her skin was covered with a layer of sweat due to the intense anaerobic exercise, and the glistening water droplets floated on top of the snow color, making the already conspicuous white even more dazzling.

Song Jiao really felt that Xu Jinzhao's body was in good shape now, and the fat layer under the skin of the lower abdomen was just right, making it feel light and soft.

Her fingers are not quite in control, and she is moving slightly on her own, as if she wants to get out of the control of reason to achieve the purpose of identifying softness.

Song Jiao perfunctory: "Ah, no, I don't have this plan for now..."

After saying that, Song Jiao paused again, her thoughts changed very quickly, and she said, "However, it seems good to have some muscles, just like you."

Xu Jinzhao put the towel on his shoulders, bent his arms, looked at his arms sideways, and shook his head in disgust.

She looked down at her stomach again, and pulled off the towel to wipe off the thin sweat on her lower abdomen: "It's not good now, I've grown a lot of meat, and I can't see the outline of my abdominal muscles clearly."

Song Jiao finally revealed her sinister intentions: "I think your waist and abdomen are pretty, can you let me touch them?"

Xu Jinzhao was in a bit of a dilemma. First, she really felt that her waist was out of shape. Second, she was not straight. Song Jiao was a girl who fit her aesthetics perfectly. Let her touch her belly, um...

It's always weird, like letting an unknowingly beautiful girl get close to me, and I feel guilty.

She said vaguely, "It's nothing to touch, it's ugly."

Song Jiao: "It's not ugly, it's pretty, let me touch it, maybe I can also be motivated to keep fit."

Seeing the longing on her face, Xu Jinzhao finally let go: "That's fine."

At the end of the original book "Jiao Jiao", Song Jiao was madly admired by so many outstanding followers, but she never had any thoughts about love.

Xu Jinzhao felt that it would be fine to satisfy the curiosity of the ice and snow villain?

She put the towel back on her shoulders, and just about to stand up, Omega had already thrown off her slippers, and knelt and sat opposite.

Xu Jinzhao found her serious and eager look very interesting, and most of the hesitation in her heart dissipated.

Xu Jinzhao really put on a posture of letting others touch him, but Song Jiao became the one who hesitated.

She was a little guilty for not being able to explain why, but her eyes were firmly attracted by the beautiful white skin that was close at hand, like suet and jade, and finally reached out her hand and touched it.

Song Jiao's little hands are really cold anytime and anywhere. The moment her skin is touched by her soft fingertips, it's like a cold-blooded snake crawling up her belly.

Xu Jinzhao originally thought that she would touch it casually, but he didn't expect Omega's expression to be extremely serious, as if he was doing some metaphysical research, gently pressing his cold little hands on his soft waist, and he didn't move much.

She couldn't help laughing: "Master Song, are you doing something?"

Song Jiao reprimanded her: "Don't talk."

Song Jiao was trying very hard to endure, her heart was pounding out of her chest, and the warm jade-like skin under her palm had a kind of magical power, which was disturbing her mind and summoning her soul.

If Xu Jinzhao was really the docile, long-haired large dog she imagined, she would have kneaded it frantically to satisfy herself, regardless of whether it would be bald by rua.

But the subordinate happens to be a lively and beautiful person, so it can't be done.

Song Jiao rubbed it lightly, feeling the soft touch like warm silk, and felt her heart was about to jump out of her throat.

She finally withdrew her hand, her whole body was in a daze, the tip of her tongue was inexplicably dry, and there seemed to be some faint noises agitating in her ears.

Song Jiao: "...your skin is poisonous."

Xu Jinzhao: "Huh?"

Song Jiao made a judgment, and ignored Xu Jinzhao's repeated questions, pretending to be deaf and dumb.

As it got closer to the [-]th day of the twelfth lunar month, Song Jiao felt that Xu Jinzhao's behavior was a bit sneaky and abnormal.

She even ran out the afternoon of the previous day, Song Jiao asked where she was going and didn't say where, she just said it was something important.

Now the streets outside have gradually become deserted, almost half of the stores have been closed, and there are no pedestrians on the road.

But Song Jiao observed Xu Jinzhao's expression, and it seemed that he didn't seem to have done anything bad, as if he was a little complacent and self-satisfied.

Song Jiao temporarily suppressed her suspicions, pretending that she didn't notice anything wrong with her.

Originally, according to the habits of Juzhou people, something should be fried for Chinese New Year, but Song Jiao and Xu Jinzhao have never made fried food. Although Aunt Li is there to guide Aunt Li from the sidelines in Juzhou, no one dares to make a big leap try.

Xu Jinzhao also said: "Flour and oil, plus meat, wow, a calorie bomb, I will never eat it anyway."

Song Jiao suspected that she probably also didn't trust the skills of the two of them at all, thinking that it was impossible to make fried food with proper heat.

Needless to say, Song Jiao herself is not confident.

She inquired about some information, and felt that it was better to give up decisively, so as not to waste things.

However, on the [-]th day of the twelfth lunar month, Xu Jinzhao worked very diligently. Song Jiao made dough for dumpling fillings, and she cut vegetables and stewed pork ribs in the kitchen.

Xu Jinzhao has experience in this simple method. Blanch water, stir-fry for coloring, add water and simmer slowly until the meat is crispy. He also cuts a plate of stewed beef that has been thawed in advance, and makes a cold dish, and slices the lotus root for later use.

Song Jiao and Aunt Li learned several ways to make dumplings. First, make the skin better, mix the meat and vegetable fillings well, and use the simplest method to knead and wrap them quickly.

When Xu Jinzhao came out of the kitchen, she took off her apron: "I'll go out for a while."

Song Jiao was puzzled: "Where are you going?"

Xu Jinzhao knows that sometimes the mystery can't be overdone, and it will cause misunderstandings instead. She said: "Don't worry if you don't go far away. You will be back in about 20 minutes. There will be surprises."

When Xu Jinzhao said this, Song Jiao was skeptical and muttered, "What surprises can there be?"

However, he still waved his flour-stained hands and let Alpha go to make so-called surprises.

Xu Jinzhao put on the wool cap, put on the down jacket, and picked up the gloves: "I'll be right back!"

When I left the house, it was freezing cold outside.

Xu Jinzhao lifted up the scarf that covered half of his face. There have been many snowfalls in Hwaseong this winter, and it fell again silently last night. Fortunately, the scale is not large, and the road has basically been cleaned. Otherwise, it would take 20 minutes. I really can't make it back home.

Song Jiao's Gregorian birthday passed about a month ago, and Xu Jinzhao was not in Hwaseong at that time. Although he sent her a text message to wish her a happy birthday, it was a bit regretful after all.

Fortunately, she remembered very clearly that Song Jiao's birthday on the lunar calendar was Lunar New Year's Eve.

It was mentioned in the original text that after Song Yikang was imprisoned, Song Jiao would go to Xu's old house every Chinese New Year.

It wasn't that she wanted to go, but she was brought there for a 'reunion' almost forcibly.

And the actual book also mentioned that since Qiao Chu's death, the Song family's New Year has not had any festive atmosphere.

Song Yikang's mood was unstable, sometimes he was better, sometimes he was depressed, and occasionally he would suddenly become depressed while smiling, Xu Jinzhao felt very uncomfortable thinking about it for her.

Omega has almost never had any pleasant experiences about Chinese New Year and birthday celebrations.

Xu Jinzhao hopes that the first birthday he spends with her will be perfect and worth recalling and smiling happily in the future.

Xu Jinzhao prepared gifts in advance and put them in a drawer of a workbench in the living room. Now she was going to pick up the custom-made cake.

Fortunately, when I asked about the nearby cake shops, one said that it would close at noon on New Year's Eve, so she didn't have to go far, and she could get it by walking more than 100 meters outside the community.

Sure enough, the shop was still open, and the owner had already packed the cake. It was a small fruit cream cake, only 6 inches. After all, Xu Jinzhao didn't plan to eat it himself.

The two of them had discussed before that the New Year's Eve dinner should be brought up to noon. With Song Jiao's appetite, she couldn't finish it if she bought a cake that was too big.

Xu Jinzhao came out of the shop with the cake in his hand, walking very carefully on the way, for fear of accidentally falling and confusing the surprise.

Fortunately, the worst development did not happen. She arrived home safely, but it took a long time, and it was nearly half an hour before she went out.

Xu Jinzhao opened the door of the house, no longer hiding it (mainly, he couldn't hide it), and directly raised the cake box to Song Jiao who was tidying up the chopping board: "Happy birthday!"

She closed the anti-theft door, pulled down the scarf covering her cheeks, showed a big smile, and emphasized: "Happy 21st birthday, Jiaojiao."

Song Jiao was a little stunned, because Xu Jinzhao had already sent her congratulations on her birthday in the Gregorian calendar.

Alpha not only sent text messages, but also made a phone call to apologize, saying that she didn't think she would be able to come back, and later bought a bunch of flowers for Song Jiao, so she really didn't expect that Xu Jinzhao would solemnly give it to her again Birthday.

Xu Jinzhao usually called her by her full name, but this time she suddenly changed her name to Jiao Jiao, which made Song Jiao suddenly at a loss.

Not long ago, she was moved by the "Jiaojiao" that fell on the Wannian red paper, realized something contained in her nickname, and realized the affection and intimacy in the tone of her parents when they called her.

Now that the name came out of Xu Jinzhao's mouth, there seemed to be some different meanings in it, which made Song Jiao's cheeks feel a little hot for no reason.

It's clearly not the first time calling her that...

When she was pretending in front of Qin Lingyue, Xu Jinzhao also called herself 'Jiaojiao', why did she suddenly feel different this time, that she felt sweet, and felt that she was deeply loved by a superimposed baby name?

Song Jiao was in a daze, but her body couldn't help but stepped forward to take the cake from Alpha's hand.

The smiling face swaying in front of her eyes was so beautiful, she heard Xu Jinzhao ask, "Are you happy?"

Song Jiao nodded. Of course she was happy, but she was a little dazed and didn't know how to react.

Xu Jinzhao said: "Very well, you will be very happy every birthday in the future. After a birthday, you should be happy. Oh no, girls have to be happy at all times..."

Already she was babbling about the importance of being in a good mood for women, taking off her scarf, coat and slippers.

Song Jiao finished wrapping the dumplings, and Xu Jinzhao praised the round dumplings that looked as neat as an assembly line, "It's so beautiful, I'll go and cook them."

She also told Song Jiao: "Don't open the cake box. I ordered a number candle from the store, and I will light it for you later. Blow out the candle and make a wish before eating the cake."

Song Jiao had gradually recovered, she immediately retorted: "I'm not that greedy."

Xu Jinzhao smiled: "Okay, it's my villain's heart that judges my wife's gentleman's belly."

Alpha fastened the apron, and pretended to bow to each other, apologizing to the gentleman and kitten.

Xu Jinzhao took the initiative to contract the work of serving meals and cooking dumplings, and Song Jiao was not allowed to enter the kitchen again.

"If I didn't know how to make dumplings, I would make dumplings for you. Birthdays only come once a year, so you can play outside."

Song Jiao couldn't bear to be too far away from her, and joked at the kitchen door: "You are so attentive now, do you plan to enjoy it when you celebrate your birthday?"

Xu Jinzhao pretended to be surprised: "You actually found out!"

Song Jiao's heart skipped a beat, and she asked, "When is your birthday?"

Xu Jinzhao: "The second day of August."

Same as [Xu Jinzhao], and he blurted out his answer without thinking, so he didn't miss Xu Jinzhao's birthday, Song Jiao thought.

Xu Jinzhao fried lotus root, which is a simple quick-hand dish, and put the ribs in a large soup bowl, and served them on the table together with sliced ​​beef and cold salad.

She said to Song Jiao: "I'll cook the dumplings, open the cake box, and the meal will be served right away."

Song Jiao opened the ribbon that tied the cake box, and took off the plastic shell, revealing a small 6-inch cake.

Xu Jinzhao cooked the dumplings, and the table was complete.

After washing her hands, she didn't even take off her apron, so she ran to the living room to look through the presents she had prepared. She almost forgot which drawer it was in, but luckily she managed to find it out.

Xu Jinzhao just pretended not to see Omega's foolish eyes, opened the small jewelry box, and pushed it to the other party.

"I found it by chance, you should like it."

Inside the jewelry box is a beautiful little brooch in the shape of a lily.

The brooch is made of alloy material, and the petals have finely simulated patterns, and the prototype can also be recognized from the long and curly special stamen shape to be a foxtail lily.

This is obviously not as expensive as the diamond buckle seawater pearl necklace that Xu Jin once wore around Song Jiao's neck, but it does make Song Jiao like it.

She picked up the brooch and handed it to Xu Jinzhao: "Put it on my clothes for me. I will wear my gift and blow out the candles."

Song Jiao is now wearing a thin sweater, which is not suitable for her at all. Xu Jinzhao laughed at her: "There is no one who wears a sweater and a brooch."

But the Omega insisted on wearing it, so Xu Jinzhao simply pinned it on her bun, which was quite chic.

Song Jiao touched the small alloy flower in her hair, while Xu Jinzhao inserted the two number candles of 2 and 1 and lit them, and the atmosphere was immediately created.

Xu Jinzhao urged her: "Blow out the candles and make a wish, but don't say it, it won't work if you say it."

Song Jiao ignored the other party's nagging, put her palms together, blew out the candles, and said silently in her heart——

Buddha, God, Jade Emperor, Allah, no matter which gods or gods hear me make a wish.

Please bless me and Xu Jinzhao to be together forever.

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The author has something to say:

Although you kitty is not particularly sincere, but God agrees.