After getting on with the enemy

After washing the dishes, the two young people had nothing to do, so Xu Ziqing drove them into the living room and let them go out to watch grandma.

Qiao Yan slipped away quickly, and waited for Ms. Xu to speak like this. After listening, she ran to the sofa and nestled down.She was short-sighted and domineering, and when she lay down, she domineeringly occupied two sofa seats, leaning on the backrest as if she had no bones, and didn't care much about her image.

Zhou Xiyun came out half a minute late, and walked a few steps to this side.

Qiao Yan didn't even look at the other party, he just focused on flipping through the entertainment software.

Zhou Xiyun didn't bother this person, just took a stool over, turned on the TV, and sat not far away.

The two of them are in sync at this time, and neither of them cares about the little episode just now.

Grandma entered the door at this time, and when she got close, she lightly tapped Qiao Yan's calf with a cane, and muttered delicately: "Whether you stand or not, sit or not, and you will be paralyzed as soon as you get home."

Qiao Yan replied: "It's more comfortable this way, I'm tired after sitting upright."

Grandma slapped this disappointingly again, "Get up and give Xiyun some space."

Qiao Yan refused to give way, and said nonchalantly, "There are seats on the other side, and it's not just this one."

The sofa in the old house was bought in the [-]s. The style is relatively old, with reddish-brown leather and very soft. Each seat can be separated independently, and can be used as a whole when needed.

Qiao Yan didn't know how to get up, she was thicker than a city wall, she turned around and faced the backrest, with her back facing the TV.

Grandma didn't really force her to get up, she just said such a polite word in front of the guests, and finally pampered her.

Zhou Xiyun is used to this. It wasn't the first time he encountered someone acting wild, so he found the remote control to change the channel and tuned to a local channel to watch the noon news.

Before dinner, grandma chatted with the two younger ones for a while, talking about a bunch of irrelevant issues.

Grandma is getting old, and she will be 80 years old in two years. Her memory is not good, and she is far worse than before.The old man always asks some things repeatedly, obviously they only talked about it once when they were drinking tea, and now they take it out and repeat it again.

Most of the time, it was Zhou Xiyun who was talking with grandma, who answered patiently, no matter how many times he asked, he still answered in a gentle voice.Goddess Zhou was very kind to her grandma, even more considerate than Qiao Yan, her grandson. Sometimes she would help her to cut her hair or fold her collar while chatting, coaxing the old man to smile.

Qiao Yan looked there several times, and the more she looked, the more guilty she became, and after a while she straightened her back awkwardly and leaned closer.

This made it...as if Zhou Xiyun was the host, and she became a foreigner instead.She peeled an orange for grandma to show off

Ordering some fruit is like asking for credit and rewards to regain favor.

However, grandma didn't want to eat the oranges, thinking that it would be time to eat, so she only ate a small piece and gave the rest to Zhou Xiyun, and said kindly: "Qiao Qiao bought it specially yesterday, Xiyun, you can taste a couple of them too."

Zhou Xiyun's eyes skipped over Qiao Yan, and then he took the things without any psychological burden, "Thank you, grandma."

Qiao Yan's heart choked, feeling that she was redundant.

When Xu Ziqing and Zhou Huiwen came out with the last dish, grandma walked slowly on crutches.

Qiao Yan was narrow-minded, looked at the remaining two orange petals in Zhou Xiyun's hand, and whispered extremely calculatingly, "Give it back to me."

Zhou Xiyun raised his eyelids, but there was no response.

Qiao Yan tugged at the corner of his clothes again, "Did you hear that?"

"Do you want to eat?" Zhou Xiyun asked.

Qiao Yan said, "Peel the whole thing back to me."

Zhou Xiyun turned a deaf ear and handed the remaining oranges to her mouth.

This action was too sudden, Qiao Yan habitually opened his mouth, and naturally accepted the other party's feeding.

Intentionally or not, the moment Zhou Xiyun sent the oranges over, Zhou Xiyun's fingertips touched Qiao Yan's lips.

Warm to the touch, fleeting.

It's so fast that people can't recall it.

Qiao Yan was a little dazed, she didn't understand why Zhou Xiyun did this, and she couldn't understand her instinctive reaction. She just stood there with the orange petal in her mouth, unable to figure out which song she was singing.

Something was wrong with Zhou Xiyun today, he was so cold last night, but now he showed a strange gentleness for no reason.

As if he didn't think there was anything wrong with such an action, Zhou Xiyun said flatly, "It's time to eat, let's go first."

Qiao Yan blinked blankly, before replying dully after a while: "Oh."

At the dining table, Ms. Xu arranged everyone's seats. The grandma sat on the top of the square table, the two mothers sat on each side, and Qiao Yan and Zhou Xiyun sat opposite the grandma.

Xu Ziqing poured the drink and said, "You two are skinny, squeeze a little closer together, let's make do."

Having to obey her mother's words, Qiao Yan stepped forward slowly, and pulled away the long wooden stool uncomfortably.

Zhou Xiyun was quite calm, and stood next to Qiao Yan without any change in expression.

It was a rare occasion for the two families to get together, and the meal was warm.

It was already a necessary process to meet and chat about recent developments. Xu Ziqing cheerfully greeted Zhou's mother and daughter, and even asked Zhou Huiwen whether the follow-up of the last business trip went well, and how Zhou Xiyun was developing in the new company.

Zhou Huiwen was quite willing to share it with Ms. Xu and her grandmother. She not only explained everything in detail, but also said to Zhou Xiyun: "Qiao Qiao also opened a shop on Tiancheng Road. If you are free, you can bring a few more colleagues to take care of her business. In the future You can come back together, anyway, there is a way back and forth, so take a ride by the way."

Xu Ziqing smiled and said, "That's a lot of trouble for Xiyun."

"Is there anything troublesome," Zhou Huiwen said, "What a big deal."

The two mothers said a word to each other, without asking the opinions of the two daughters, and they seemed to make a decision like this.

Qiao Yan picked up the food with chopsticks and wanted to refute but couldn't find a suitable excuse. She couldn't answer the words after searching her stomach. She moved her legs under the table and kicked Zhou Xiyun next to her with a small force, signaling that the other party should refuse quickly.It's a pity that Zhou Xiyun ignored it and just cared about eating slowly.

Qiao Yan was unruly, and stretched out his left leg again, provoking the other party while grilling the rice, as if he wanted to step on Zhou Xiyun's foot.

Zhou Xiyun remained expressionless, as if he couldn't perceive it.

Qiao Yan really stepped on someone, not only that, but after a while, he had to grab Zhou Xiyun's ankle, wanting to do it again.

Zhou Xiyun ignored it, and then methodically took off the glasses on the bridge of his nose.

The elders were all there, and they didn't dare to make too much noise.

Relying on Zhou Xiyun's inability to resist, Qiao Yan climbed up the pole, constantly making small movements, changing patterns and torturing her, until...the other party retracted her long legs and clamped her wobbling feet.

Qiao Yan paused, then shrank back vigorously.

But that doesn't work, after all, the movements can't be too big, and no matter how hard you try, you don't have much strength.

Zhou Xiyun remained steady, stopped eating, and gently put down his chopsticks.

Qiao Yan felt like he was digging a hole by himself, and it was too late to regret it.She elbowed Zhou Xiyun, hoping that he would let him go, but Zhou Xiyun was indifferent, and didn't even give her a look.

There was no other way, Qiao Yan could only continue to retreat, and he had to keep a calm look on his face.

The three elders didn't notice their abnormality, they were still eating, drinking and chatting.

Because she was eating at home, Qiao Yan was wearing slippers and loose cropped trousers. After several tosses, the pair of flip-flops suddenly fell off, and she had to go barefoot.

This time, it was Zhou Xiyun who hooked her smooth and delicate instep, not giving her another chance.

Another pull.

Qiao Yan couldn't resist the other party, so she lowered one arm, and pawed at Zhou Xiyun, carelessly touching the man's waist, implying to let her go.

But after a lot of effort, it still doesn't work, and small movements are not enough to get things done.

Zhou Xiyun was not ticklish, nor did he hide.

It was probably caused by the entanglement, or maybe it was because the mood was not stable enough, and the ups and downs were a bit rough. Qiao Yan gradually felt hot in the ears, and even his face was slightly hot.

Zhou Xiyun glanced casually, then lowered his arms, avoiding the eyes of the elders and pulling away Qiao Yan's hand that was clutching the corner of his clothes.

Qiao Yan wasn't too stubborn either, he just scratched the back of Zhou Xiyun's hand in frustration, and then patted the man to vent his anger, after which he calmed down a bit.

At this moment, Ms. Xu turned her head to look over and asked, "You two are full, don't you want to eat?"

"Eat," Qiao Yan blurted out subconsciously, and immediately picked up the chopsticks, "I'm not full yet."

Grandma pushed a plate of steamed king crab legs to this side, and said kindly: "Take this here, if you like it, eat more."

Qiao Yan pretended to get up and continue, but because someone still didn't let him go, he could only pretend to arrange Zhou Xiyun, saying, "Help me pick it up."

Only then did Zhou Xiyun spare her, and stood up to bend over to serve the food.

Qiao Yan withdrew his feet, fumbled to put on his slippers, and acted as if nothing had happened.

Seeing her daughter directing Zhou Xiyun so naturally, Xu Ziqing, who didn't know, thought that Qiao Yan was bullying him, so she stopped Zhou Xiyun and said, "Xiyun, sit down and leave her alone."

Then he turned to reprimand Qiao Yan again: "Your child is really...not big or small."

After all, Ms. Xu couldn't help but pick up the crab legs and put them in front of them, and handed over the sauce.

Qiao Yan was witty and didn't talk back, and didn't refute a word.

Zhou Xiyun served soup for everyone, first for grandma, then for Zhou Huiwen and Xu Ziqing, and then put a bowl here.

When it was for him, Qiao Yan reached out and drank it, very self-conscious.

Zhou Xiyun lowered his gaze and fixedly looked at her.

Qiao Yan finished half a bowl of soup in one gulp, and drank it to his full.

Zhou Xiyun in front of him pursed his lips slightly, with a complicated expression on his face.

Not knowing why she was staring at her like this, Qiao Yan raised her head and asked straightforwardly, "Why are you looking at me?"

Zhou Xiyun was silent, and said after a while: "This is my bowl."

Qiao Yan was stunned, and looked down at the table.

There are five clean soup bowls on the table, three of which were used just now, and the other two are stacked on the opposite side.As for the one in his hand... Qiao Yan pondered for a moment, then said dryly, "Well, I don't despise you."

Zhou Xiyun remained silent, and tapped on the bowl with his slender white fingers.

Qiao Yan took the opportunity to push the soup back, and said in a low voice, "There's still half a bowl left, and it's all yours."