This stepmother is a bit crazy

Chapter 22 Damn man

After getting dressed, Zhou Zekai leaned against the back of the chair, turned his face to the darker side, restrained his sharp gaze, raised his chin slightly, and half-draped his eyelids, hiding his eyes with thick eyelashes, staring at Jiang Linran's eyes. Every movement and expression.

He asked in a soft tone, seemingly casually.

Jiang Linran sat by the bed, holding a teapot filled with hot water in both hands, sighing silently, it's not easy to be a good person.

But you still have to say what you need to say, otherwise the person in front of you will definitely not give up just like that.

After Jiang Linran finished speaking, Zhou Zekai looked at the neighbor next door calmly: "Is that Huang educated youth next door?"

"Ah."

"What about the things you sell? Don't tell me that you don't lack these things?"

Zhou Zekai hesitated for a moment, then asked directly.

Jiang Linran was really annoyed with him.

What's the matter with her not lacking anything? If the place and timing hadn't been wrong, she really wanted to rush to him, point at his suspicious nose, and tell him loudly that she really didn't lack anything.

He took a small sip of water and said, "I'm short of it, but when I have a surplus, I'll take some and sell it. It won't hurt you."

Zhou Zekai raised one arm and put it on the desk, his fingers lightly clasping the tabletop.

The hands of the watch on my wrist were ticking.

The atmosphere in the room was extremely silent.

After a moment, seeing Jiang Linran, who couldn't hold back the anger in his tone, calmed down, Zhou Zekai raised the corners of his lips slightly.

He knew that what she told was the truth, but precisely because it was the truth, it seemed even more abnormal.

Surplus?He checked her background and found that her grandfather left her something, but her father in Beijing never gave her a penny, let alone sent her anything.

The things she sells must come from unusual sources.

a long time.

Zhou Zekai broke the silence between the two of them: "If you are tired, go to bed first. I will sit on the chair for a while and then leave."

Jiang Linran, who had wanted to lie down for a long time, snorted coldly. He didn't even bother to bend his waist. He just rubbed his feet together and took off his shoes.

He climbed up quickly, shook off the quilt and got in, pulling the quilt's head and rolling it to both sides.

He wrapped the quilt tightly around himself, rolled away, and turned his head to Zhou Zekai, facing inward and not paying attention to him.

Zhou Zekai sat there, not surprised by her lifting.

Staring at her who was wrapped like a silkworm chrysalis, leaving him with only the dark back of her head, she fell into deep contemplation.

Jiang Linran, who was almost having two holes penetrated by Zhou Zekai's gaze on the back of his head, finally couldn't resist the fatigue of his body and fell asleep while snoring.

Listening to her breathing, Zhou Zekai knew that she was really asleep. He stood up quickly and silently and walked to where Jiang Linran put his bag and luggage.

With dexterous hands, she opened her satchel and luggage, and dug out everything inside.

In the shoulder bag, there are a few brown sugar twists wrapped in a small bag, and some money for tickets.

Inside the luggage, there was a coat, a pair of trousers, a pack of white rabbits, and nothing else.

After fumbling around with his clothes and pants, Zhou Zekai carefully put the things he found out as they were before.

Finally, the bag and luggage were restored to their original appearance.

He stood up and deliberately walked to the bed with a slightly heavier step, but saw no movement from her.

He took two steps forward with heavier steps, came to the bed, and sat down heavily.

The moment Zhou Zekai, who was [-] in height and weighed [-] in weight, sat down without any effort, the bed beneath him immediately sank.

Jiang Linran still didn't wake up.

Zhou Zekai stretched out his arm and put a finger under Jiang Linran's nose. His breathing was steady and regular, and he did not pretend to sleep.

Putting down the stone hanging in his heart, he withdrew his hand, and inadvertently turned a corner halfway towards Jiang Linran's sleeping pink and tender cheeks.

When his fingertips touched the smooth, elastic touch, he stretched out two fingers and gently pinched her cheeks.Jiang Linran was harassed while he was sleeping. He slapped Zhou Zekai on the back of his hand with his backhand and mumbled "nasty mosquitoes."

Turn over to face Zhou Zekai.

Zhou Zekai retracted his hand, his gaze fell on her face, and he stared at her. With complicated emotions, he stood up and bent down to pull and roll out the loose quilt for her, and then left as quietly as he came.

The waiter sitting at the counter was taking a nap on the counter.

A gust of cold wind blew, and through squinted eyes, I vaguely saw a figure flashing, and when I looked again, it was empty again.

Then he changed direction and continued to lie there and take a nap.

Zhou Zekai stood on the deserted street, stroking the fingers that still had the warmth of Jiang Linran's skin, turned back, and took a deep look upstairs.

Turn around and walk into the dark corner.

In the morning, Jiang Linran woke up with a yawn and hugged the quilt in a daze.

Suddenly looking at the empty room, I remembered the people I brought back last night. I suddenly opened the quilt, jumped down, stood in the middle of the room, and looked around.

Looking down at the complete clothes on his body, he pulled at the corners of his clothes and suddenly felt very boring.

He was kind-hearted, but all he got was suspicion, and he didn't even say hello.

Next time, she will definitely ignore him.

Jiang Linran had just finished washing up when Huang Wenyou came and knocked on the door.

The two estimated the time and came to the textile factory.

Jiang Linran gave two big white rabbits to the uncle at the door: "Uncle, we are here to find Sister Luo Shuqin who is in charge of the warehouse. Could you please go in and help us find it?"

"Are you her relatives?"

"Yes, from a distant place."

"Then you wait."

The old man put the candy in his pocket, but he didn't do much.

The uncle came out with a middle-aged woman in her thirties, wearing dark blue overalls and with shoulder-length hair.

"They are the ones looking for you." The uncle pointed at Jiang Linran and the others.

"Miss Luo."

Luo Shuqin looked her up and down, and she said that she was a good-looking girl who was generous with her money.

Then he looked at Huang Wenyou, who was standing aside, expressionlessly.

"Sister Luo, this is my cousin."

"Cousin, this is Sister Luo I told you."

"Hello, Sister Luo!"

Huang Wenyoulin said hello politely.

Only then did Luo Shuqin look away: "Come in with me."

Along the way, the three of them were silent.

When they arrived at the warehouse, Sister Luo, who had a serious look on her face, pointed to the corner and bundled piles of dusty cloth: "You can see for yourself how many pieces you want. There is something wrong with these cloths. They are threaded, stained with machine oil, or... Color dyes flowers.”

Jiang Linran estimated the transportation capacity of the two of them: "We want four horses first."

"Okay, you decide what color you want to choose."

Jiang Linran carefully picked out four horses, one dark blue, one gray, one blue with white flowers, and one black.

"Sister, we need these horses for now." Seeing that she had chosen them, Sister Luo walked up to Jiang Linran and quoted the price.

(End of this chapter)