The big-name husband has played too much: the poisonous pet, the good girl

Thinking about it, she turned over again, took out her mobile phone, she was bored, so she just found a novel to read.

It was so loud that she couldn't fall asleep anyway.

"Miss, do you not allow others to sleep if you don't sleep? How selfish!"

At this moment, a certain girl in the clinic said something to her.

An Ying didn't know how she had offended her, so she couldn't help but ask, "What's the matter?" [

"How can you sleep with your phone on in the middle of the night?" the voice was sharp.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I'll just turn it off." Saying that, An Ying quickly turned off her phone, as she would feel uneasy if she disturbed others' sleep.

The next day was still not very comfortable, An Ying gritted her teeth and told herself that persistence is victory.

Someday, the roommate will like her.

On the third day, there were some small frictions again, An Ying tried her best not to provoke them, but everything still made them uncomfortable.

Didn't she just feel that the weather was a bit hot, so she changed a set of clothes, wouldn't it be a sin to change two sets of clothes a day?

Well, let's continue to endure, how can no one like us if we are so cute.

On the fourth day, it was fairly peaceful, and there was no friction, but she missed Tian Junhao more and more.

It wasn't until she went out for a while that she realized that Hao was the best for her.

On the fifth day, An Ying sat on the bed and cried completely, wiping her tears in a low voice.

In fact, it's not a big deal, but the chef made a few dishes for her, but they couldn't fit on her table, a little bit out of bounds, taking up a little space of the neighboring table.

They were not there at the time, and An Ying didn't care about it.

But when she was halfway through eating, the roommate made a face as soon as she came back, pointing at her for spilling the oil from the dish on her table.

An Ying wiped her with a tissue in embarrassment, then said sorry to her, and continued to eat by herself.

Snapped--

A book was slammed on the table, and An Ying was shocked.

Turning her head suspiciously, she saw the girl viciously placing a book in front of her, with a somewhat fierce tone:

"Miss, you are too inconsiderate of other people's feelings, don't you think this is your home? You can do whatever you want, and look at you, you actually got oil on my book, isn't it disgusting?"