MTL - Atypical Heroine-Chapter 48 Qiu Yi Hui [2]

"We'll send her back, and you'll sleep in the small room," He Ping helped her up, turned her head and explained to Ji Yu, "Do you have a change of clothes in your suitcase?"

"Everything is there."

"it is good."

Ji Yaohuan will become very sleepy after being drunk, and because his body is dehydrated, he will wake up after closing his eyes for a while.

As soon as she got in the car, she opened her eyes and said, "I'm thirsty..."

Ji Yu brought the co-pilot's mineral water, unscrewed the cap and handed it to her, thought about it, and then wanted to feed her directly.

"I will do it myself."

Ji Yaohuan stretched out his hand to take the mineral water, looked very sober, and said, "It's not that you can't even drink the water yourself."

"…"

Ji Yu looked at her with her slender neck raised, gurgling down, and drank half the bottle in a blink of an eye.

When Ji Yaohuan screwed back the bottle cap, he looked down and suddenly said angrily, "Why don't you fasten my seat belt for me?"

Ji Yu "…"

He Ping was driving the car in front, and she laughed. After thinking about it, she still explained to Ji Yu, "Don't mind, she acts especially when she's drunk. She's very self-willed. It's not usually like this."

"No."

Ji Yu smiled good-naturedly, turned to help her fasten the seat belt in the back seat, and when he got closer, he could clearly smell the good perfume on the woman's body, mixed with alcohol. The smell is fragrant but not bad, probably because of her.

Ji Yaohuan said calmly, "Who did you say?"

"I, I, I..." He Ping hurriedly admitted his mistake, "Of course it's me, and it can't be our season's work."

Ji Yaohuan snorted softly, closed his eyes and leaned back to continue to sleep for a while.

After a while, she probably felt that this position was uncomfortable, she leaned to the side, pulled Ji Yu's arm, and a drunk head naturally rested on her shoulder.

Ji Yu was a little surprised by her intimacy, and immediately sat down to make her lean on comfortably.

The distance was so close that Ji Yu could see the corners of her eyes when she turned her face to the side, with a slightly dizzy eye makeup.

Even so, there was no change in her temperament.

If she and He Ping were the same age, she should be thirty-two this year, in her early thirties.

I really can't see that she is so different in age from her.

Occasionally in the car, Ji Yaohuan's head would slide down from time to time. Ji Yu reached out to help her, gently lifted her face, and leaned back on his shoulder.

"She's a good match for you," He Ping said in a somewhat surprised tone when she saw this scene in the rearview mirror, "This President Ji usually does not allow strangers to enter, but it's more troublesome when he's drunk, and he doesn't like people who are pleasing to the eye. You will lose your temper within ten meters of her.”

Ji Yu heard the words and asked with a chuckle, "Does she have many people who don't like her?"

"Not much," He Ping added with a frown, "but not a lot."

The car turned around and quickly drove into the community.

Drive a short distance inside, and you will be surrounded by detached villas. The two of them have been best friends since junior high school. After returning to China, they made an appointment to buy two side-by-side houses in a location they liked as neighbors.

Ji Yu helped her get out of the car and put his arms around her waist, and Ji Yaohuan followed him obediently without any rejection.

The main reason is that she is slightly taller than her, and she is very comfortable to lean on, which is completely different from that of a dwarf like He Ping.

"You..." He Ping originally wanted her to go to the back to get the suitcase, but she changed her mind silently, "Then take her in first, the door is a fingerprint lock, just press her finger."

…

After entering the door, He Ping helped Ji Yaohuan take off her makeup, pushed her into the bathroom, and hurried home. She will fly to England at noon tomorrow, and she has not packed her luggage yet.

"You just follow her."

She finally asked Ji Yu.

After Ji Yu sent her out, he turned around and heard the door of the bathroom.

"…"

"You can sleep in any room," she said in a childish tone. "Don't be noisy. Good night."

When Ji Yu saw that she was going back to her room to sleep, she hurriedly stopped her.

"You... your hair is still dripping, you might as well blow dry before going to sleep."

Ji Yaohuan didn't turn around, he seemed to sigh, and said in a slightly aggrieved tone, "I'm too tired."

"I'll blow it for you," Ji Yu hurriedly walked over and said, "It'll be dry in a while, and it's uncomfortable to sleep with your hair wet."

"…"

Ji Yaohuan didn't speak, just stood there and waited for Ji Yu to get the hair dryer out.

He even had to coax her onto the sofa before Ji Yu sat down.

Plugged in, the hair dryer hummed.

The warm wind was blowing, and there was a very comfortable feeling when the fingers brushed lightly on the scalp. Ji Yu's movements were gentle, so gentle that Ji Yaohuan's eyelids were heavy, and he almost fell asleep with his eyes closed.

After a while.

Ji Yu turned off the hair dryer and unplugged it, "Okay, you can go to bed. Good night."

"I don't like you coming with me," Ji Yaohuan sat still, turned his face, suddenly looked at Ji Yu and said, "Am I fierce?"

"of course not…"

Ji Yu was a little stunned, and just wanted to change her mouth, but there was nothing unnatural about her calling He Ping a sister, and she couldn't be so relaxed with Ji Yaohuan for some reason.

So silent.

"What's your name?"

Ji Yaohuan pulled her to sit on the sofa together, suddenly not in a hurry to sleep. A smile on his face.

"Ji Yu." Ji Yu lowered his eyes.

She chuckled softly, "Huh?"

"Your surname is Ji too, be my daughter."

Ji Yu "…"

She stammered rarely, "This... this is not appropriate."

"Why," she bent her lips and tilted her face, her long jet-black hair slid down her shoulders softly, and a few strands rubbed against Ji Yu's face. At such a close distance, her face came very slowly. , as if to kiss her, "It's rare for us to be so attached."

Ji Yu sat upright and did not hide, not even moving his eyebrows.

Seeing her so calm, Ji Yaohuan couldn't help but look away in disappointment, saw the bag on the sofa, reached for it, took out the wallet inside, opened it and said, "How much does He Ping give you every month?"

When the words were over, she became impatient without waiting for Ji Yu's answer, and took out a golden credit card and handed it to her, "You can charge this card in the future, you can withdraw cash, the amount I remember is..."

A brain cluttered with alcohol can't remember approximate numbers for a while.

"You spend it first, and ask me for another large expenditure."

"I do not need…"

Ji Yu took a look and was about to return the card to her.

Ji Yaohuan waved his hand, stood up and went straight to the room.

"I have something to talk about tomorrow."

"…"

Ji Yu looked at her back and smiled lightly.

—

the next day.

Ji Yaohuan blinked, woke up on the familiar pillow, turned his face to the side, the thick gray curtain completely blocked the light, and it was impossible to tell the time in the dim room.

Ji Yaohuan raised his hand and rubbed his eyebrows. It was rare, and he found that he didn't have any discomfort after a hangover.

The door was knocked three times politely.

"Please come in."

She sat up strangely, and usually replaced the aunt who knocked on the door with the sound of the booming vacuum cleaner. Why is she so particular today.

Ji Yu pushed the door open and came in, only to see that she had just woken up.

When the quilt was lifted, the slender, white long legs were very eye-catching. In a short moment, when he got up, the nightdress slipped down and covered his knees.

Ji Yaohuan put on his slippers, looked at her, frowned for a few seconds before remembering.

This is the little girl He Ping asked her to bring back last night.

Ji Yuyang smiled shyly, looked at her, and said, "Breakfast is ready."

"…"

Ji Yaohuan stared at her silently for a while, then lowered his eyes, quietly hiding the deep annoyance on his face.

How did you pick up a living trouble? ?

She is a person who likes to be alone, and her friends don't like to bring her home, let alone let a strange girl live in suddenly.

Reach out and don't hit the smiling man. Ji Yaohuan raised his lips and smiled back, then turned to wash up.

After changing her clothes and coming out, she recalled what she promised last night, and planned to help her transfer school and enroll in the afternoon while she was free. It was best to let her live in the school tonight.

But if she doesn't know where her student status has been transferred, she must first...

Ji Yaohuan came out full of thoughts and smelled an indescribable smell. The stomach reacts first, which is called the aroma of the food.

She has to go on business trips every three or five days, and she doesn't like the smell of cooking fumes in the kitchen, so her meals are all done outside. The aunt who came here is only responsible for cleaning.

"The kitchen...can you cook?"

Ji Yaohuan's first reaction was this.

"It was brought over at Sister He Ping's house," Ji Yu saw that her kitchen was so new, and guessed that she didn't like the smell of soot, so she wouldn't use it without authorization, "I just heated it in the microwave..."

In the second half of Ji Yu's self-respect for his poor cooking skills, he hasn't said anything like asking her to try it.

Ji Yaohuan pulled out the chair and sat down, "Porridge? I like it."

He picked up the spoon, opened the lid of the casserole, and saw that it was rich seafood porridge.

She said it was true, but when others brought it over well-intentioned, you still have to eat it.

"…"

Ji Yaohuan originally wanted to take a few bites, and then gave up with a few words of praise.

Who knows, the porridge is fragrant and soft in the mouth, and it is natural to take another bite after swallowing it.

Ji Yu knew that it was polite for her to pick it up and eat a few bites first. Seeing that she had eaten so much, he said to the steps bewilderingly, "This casserole contains too much, so there is no need to finish it."

While eating, Ji Yaohuan shook his head and sighed very simply, "I have never eaten such delicious seafood porridge..."

It was completely different from the seafood porridge she had eaten outside. It had a very natural umami taste, and an indescribable light sweetness that would not swell her throat at all.

She couldn't help but think that it would be good to keep the little girl by her side.

Ji Yu's lips curled at her unadorned compliment.

Ji Yaohuan finally thought of asking, "You... What's your name?"

"Ji Yu," Ji Yu told her, raising his eyes, "the metaphor."

Ji Yaohuan drank the porridge and snorted, "It's a nice name." He was casually polite.

Seeing her calm face, Ji Yu said softly, "...Is that so?"

Ji Yaohuan "Huh?"

Ji Yu looked at her with a pair of dark eyes, "You said yesterday that you see me as a good match, the surname is still the same, and you want me to be your goddaughter."

"Cough," Ji Yaohuan choked suddenly, coughed a few times, and his face flushed a little for a while.