[MTL, BL] Pretend Little Cowardly Bag [Quick Wear]

4.26

The yard is more lively than before.

Father Jiang and old man Jiang Yide who came back from the hotel set up a chess table under the jujube tree, and the father and son began to play chess.

Jiang Ma smiled while peeling apples, chatting with them one after another.

Lin Xiuyuan hadn't eaten yet. When he was cooking the noodles, Jiang Yuming was already a little groggy, but he didn't want to go back to the house. He had to reach out to help him several times, and was soon forcibly taken back to the bedroom by Jiang's mother who came over. , and smiled embarrassedly at Lin Xiuyuan.

After Jiang Ma came out, she watched him cook for a while, and chatted with him during the period: "Yuming doesn't know what's going on today, his dad was just happy and wanted to have a cup and a half with him, but he didn't expect him to drink it by himself. Addicted, getting drunk like this... By the way, Xiaosheng, do you know who his target is?"

Lin Xiuyuan's hand froze when he put the salt, and soon his movements returned to normal, he said, "Yeah."

"You I really know..." Jiang Mate was pleasantly surprised, and was about to continue asking, when a "squeak" sounded not far away, and the door of the main house was pushed open.

Jiang Yuming, who had not been pushed back to the bedroom for a long time, actually came out again, walking a little crookedly, but still came here.

Jiang Ma squeaked and hurried over, tapped him on the shoulder and kept talking, and then pulled the person back into the room...

gululu, the scented heat was bubbling up.

The noodles are cooked.

Lin Xiuyuan put the noodle soup into a bowl.

"General!" Jiang Yide suddenly shouted, "I won, hehe..."

"How can I fight you..." Jiang Dad smiled and stretched out his hand to set the pieces again.

Jiang Yide hummed vigorously: "That's right, except your son, no one in the family wants to beat me at chess!"

The yard was cool at night, and the natural wind was more comfortable than the house.

Lin Xiuyuan took the chopsticks and picked up the bowl. The porcelain bowl was bigger than his face and filled to the brim. He walked across the corridor amid the laughter of the father and son, and knocked on Sun Xiaopang's door.

There was no response, it was dark, and it was dark inside. If there were people in the yard all day long, and the policemen monitoring Sun Xiaopang lived nearby, Lin Xiuyuan would have wondered if the people had escaped.

He knocked twice, but no one opened the door.

"...Xiaoyuan!"

Lin Xiuyuan turned back.

Jiang Yide stared at him and waved to him quickly from under the jujube tree, his voice was very low: "Why are you looking for Xiaopang?"

Lin Xiuyuan blinked and said, "The noodles are a bit bland, I want to buy some cold dishes. ." The

old man immediately got up and said, "Don't look for him, I have it at home, come here, he hasn't..."

Before he finished speaking, the door in front of Lin Xiuyuan opened.

Jiang Yide: "..."

Sun Xiaopang's face appeared, frowning at him.

Lin Xiuyuan also looked at him.