Chapter 189 Little Brother, He's Playing Good Again (14)
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Ye Ru Gui
Chapter 189 Little Brother, He's Playing Good Again (14)
She looked about the same age as her, about seventeen or eighteen.
Only those dark eyes are particularly deep, not at all like those at this age.
"Curly hair?"
While gently opening the window, Yun Miao motioned for him to jump in.
The corner of Qi Mohan's mouth twitched.
Curly...hair?
Is this calling him?
Doesn't he just have a little natural curly hair?
Holding the window sill with both hands, he leaped obliquely and easily jumped into the house.
Through the dim kerosene lamp, I quickly glanced at the simple furnishings in the room, and immediately understood her position in this family.
"This is the third floor. How did you climb up? You're not afraid of falling."
While talking about him, Yun Miao hung the oil lamp on the wall beside the table.
"Also, didn't you agree to wait at the intersection at twelve o'clock? How did you find my house?"
Pointing to the only chair beside the table, and signaling him to sit down, Yun Miao also sat on the simple wooden bed.
Qi Mohan hesitated for a moment, but still walked over and sat on the small wooden chair.
He pursed his lips and lowered his voice: "It's getting dark, it's approaching."
He had worked so hard to steal that account book, so how could he give it to a stranger?
"You're not afraid that I'll take away your things, are you?"
Yun Miao gave him an annoyed sideways glance, got up and took out the canvas bag from the old wooden box at the foot of the bed, took out the black cloth bag from inside, and threw it over.
"Here, don't worry, I haven't seen it."
"I don't know what it is baby that makes you so worried."
Qi Mohan opened a corner of the black cloth bag, took a look inside, and stuffed it into his arms after making sure.
After a pause, he whispered, "Thank you."
"Have you eaten?" Yun Miao shook her little feet and continued to take things out of her bag.
In fact, it was taken from space.
He looked at the biscuits that had no packaging, only a layer of transparent plastic wrapping paper, and threw one over casually: "Here, there are only biscuits."
Qi Mohan, who just wanted to say no, had no choice but to hurry up.
She squeezed the biscuit, lowered her eyes, and involuntarily landed on her delicate little feet, "Do you...do you... want me to help?"
"What?" Yun Miao was tearing up the plastic packaging of the biscuit with her head down, but she didn't hear clearly.
"You, helped me."
Qi Mohan blushed a little, and looked away from her slender and beautiful little feet, and silently landed on the bun she randomly tied into her head, avoiding her gaze.
"I don't owe favors."
444 has been silently observing Qi Mohan, and couldn't help but interject:
[Host, he seems to be quite introverted, and his speech is a bit difficult. He should rarely speak at ordinary times, but he looks quite honest and a little shy. I think he blushed when he looked at your little feet just now. 】
Yun Miao looked down at her little feet and blinked.
It's just a foot, and you blush when you look at it?
Are you so shy?
A sly smile flashed quickly in his eyes, but his face was serious: "I really need your help, I don't know if you can do it."
Qi Mohan's dark eyes brightened slightly: "Say it."
Yun Miao took out two household registration books from her canvas bag and handed them over: "I want to separate my household registration from this family and transfer it to my mother's registration, and then settle down in this village where my mother used to be. .”
Qi Mohan opened the two account books and quickly scanned them.
His eyes suddenly fell on one of them, and he was a little surprised: "Red Star Village?"
Yun Miao was a little puzzled.
Red Star Village, what's the problem?
"Yes, Hongxing Village, this is the village where my grandparents lived. Although they are gone, the old house should still be there."
(End of this chapter)
She looked about the same age as her, about seventeen or eighteen.
Only those dark eyes are particularly deep, not at all like those at this age.
"Curly hair?"
While gently opening the window, Yun Miao motioned for him to jump in.
The corner of Qi Mohan's mouth twitched.
Curly...hair?
Is this calling him?
Doesn't he just have a little natural curly hair?
Holding the window sill with both hands, he leaped obliquely and easily jumped into the house.
Through the dim kerosene lamp, I quickly glanced at the simple furnishings in the room, and immediately understood her position in this family.
"This is the third floor. How did you climb up? You're not afraid of falling."
While talking about him, Yun Miao hung the oil lamp on the wall beside the table.
"Also, didn't you agree to wait at the intersection at twelve o'clock? How did you find my house?"
Pointing to the only chair beside the table, and signaling him to sit down, Yun Miao also sat on the simple wooden bed.
Qi Mohan hesitated for a moment, but still walked over and sat on the small wooden chair.
He pursed his lips and lowered his voice: "It's getting dark, it's approaching."
He had worked so hard to steal that account book, so how could he give it to a stranger?
"You're not afraid that I'll take away your things, are you?"
Yun Miao gave him an annoyed sideways glance, got up and took out the canvas bag from the old wooden box at the foot of the bed, took out the black cloth bag from inside, and threw it over.
"Here, don't worry, I haven't seen it."
"I don't know what it is baby that makes you so worried."
Qi Mohan opened a corner of the black cloth bag, took a look inside, and stuffed it into his arms after making sure.
After a pause, he whispered, "Thank you."
"Have you eaten?" Yun Miao shook her little feet and continued to take things out of her bag.
In fact, it was taken from space.
He looked at the biscuits that had no packaging, only a layer of transparent plastic wrapping paper, and threw one over casually: "Here, there are only biscuits."
Qi Mohan, who just wanted to say no, had no choice but to hurry up.
She squeezed the biscuit, lowered her eyes, and involuntarily landed on her delicate little feet, "Do you...do you... want me to help?"
"What?" Yun Miao was tearing up the plastic packaging of the biscuit with her head down, but she didn't hear clearly.
"You, helped me."
Qi Mohan blushed a little, and looked away from her slender and beautiful little feet, and silently landed on the bun she randomly tied into her head, avoiding her gaze.
"I don't owe favors."
444 has been silently observing Qi Mohan, and couldn't help but interject:
[Host, he seems to be quite introverted, and his speech is a bit difficult. He should rarely speak at ordinary times, but he looks quite honest and a little shy. I think he blushed when he looked at your little feet just now. 】
Yun Miao looked down at her little feet and blinked.
It's just a foot, and you blush when you look at it?
Are you so shy?
A sly smile flashed quickly in his eyes, but his face was serious: "I really need your help, I don't know if you can do it."
Qi Mohan's dark eyes brightened slightly: "Say it."
Yun Miao took out two household registration books from her canvas bag and handed them over: "I want to separate my household registration from this family and transfer it to my mother's registration, and then settle down in this village where my mother used to be. .”
Qi Mohan opened the two account books and quickly scanned them.
His eyes suddenly fell on one of them, and he was a little surprised: "Red Star Village?"
Yun Miao was a little puzzled.
Red Star Village, what's the problem?
"Yes, Hongxing Village, this is the village where my grandparents lived. Although they are gone, the old house should still be there."
(End of this chapter)
