The Devil King of fast wear was a little sweet ( Machine Translation )

However, these people didn't dare to speak in front of Bai Yanyan. They only dared to treat her as a friend.

She was strong, so strong that in this world, she seemed to be enough alone. She didn't need a man at all... ...

As long as everyone got along with her, they wouldn't be able to advance any further.

In the rumors, Bai Yanyan had always had a person in her heart, and that was Zhao Haoran... ...

Really Why did it sound so unreliable!

She really believed the author's evil!

Xia Ling was already well-versed in the author's usual dirty tricks.

She had already forgotten how to smooth out the first part of the story, so she simply pulled the innocent characters that had appeared before to make up the numbers.

Bai Yanyan's attitude toward Zhao Haoran, that kind of repulsion and hostility... ...

If it weren't for Bai Yanyan holding back, Zhao Haoran would have died countless times.

Bai Yanyan could like Zhao Haoran, so Xia Ling cut off her head and let the system play with it like a ball!

She scoffed at this author's spring and autumn writing technique.

The bus slowly stopped.

Xia Ling got up. The familiar scenery outside the window was already the bus stop near the Zhao family.

She followed the crowd and got off the bus.

Zhao Haoran was 1.82 meters tall, and he walked tall and straight in the crowd. Xia Ling had never used such a high angle of view to live before.

As far as her eyes could see now, she was looking down at the back of her head.

Her field of vision was bright and clear.

Xia Ling's height was small compared to all the other mountains!

She held the vegetables in her hands, and it was rare for her to feel a little happy.

Xia Ling was really good at this kind of question.

The devil was always changing, but what he could not change was his very aggressive dog temper.

This kind of person looked difficult to approach, but if you really treated her with sincerity, after a long time, this hair would not have to go along with it and also fall down.

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"I'm back. " Xia Ling returned to Zhao Haoran's house and knocked on the door.

"Okay. " A long reply came from the door.

Footsteps approached from afar, and soon, the door of the room was opened from the inside.

"come in quickly, wait for the vegetables you bought to be put into the pot. " Mother Bai wiped her hands on the Apron and hurried back to the kitchen.

Xia Ling followed in and sent the vegetables into the kitchen for mother Bai to wash.

She turned around and came back. She looked at the home.

The Zhao family was on the fourth floor. This was an old residential area, which would be demolished later, but now it was still an old house with a poor living environment.

The house belonged to Father Zhao. It had two rooms, a living room, a kitchen, and a bathroom. It had a total area of more than 90 square meters.

The room was filled with daily necessities. Traces of a family of four could be seen everywhere.

There was an ashtray on the coffee table. Beside it was a pile of teaching aids for high school students.

On the Balcony Hung Zhao Haoran's police uniform and mother Bai's clothes... ...

The four of them lived here.

However, of the three bedrooms, Zhao Haoran lived the best.

Father Zhao and mother Bai lived in the big bedroom, with the side bedroom for Bai Yanyan, and Zhao Haoran... ... Slept in the small side room ...

The small side room was next to the kitchen, and it was the room with the worst lighting in the entire apartment.

Even though Zhao Haoran was originally one of the owners of the House, later on, for convenience, the four of them lived together and rented out another house, and Zhao Haoran's room was taken away.

Therefore, when Father Zhao asked Zhao Haoran to vacate the room for Bai Yanyan, Zhao Haoran still refused.

Unfortunately, the refusal was invalid!

Xia Ling smiled.

A gentle face was reflected in the mirror next to her.

She stood there and looked at the mirror again.

She was wearing sportswear. Zhao Haoran was wearing a hoodie and long pants. He had a young face.