You are my wife, don't doubt it!

...I don't know why, but I just can't hate this infatuated seed.

While Xiao Yao's mind was full of wild thoughts, he boiled some hot water, washed his butt and feet, then lay on the bed alone, staring blankly at the old calendar of male celebrities above his head.

At this moment, is Shen Jie also like me, lying on the bed, staring at the ceiling in a daze, missing me in her heart?

Most likely, yes.

……

I tossed and turned, but couldn't fall asleep.

It would be nice if someone could sleep with me, either her, her or her...

Xiao Yao began to ruminate like an old cow on the good nights he had spent with her, her, and her.

Memories are so sweet and lively, just like chewing a piece of cool and sweet sugarcane.

However, when comparing it with reality, I still can't swallow it.

Eventually, the little juice obtained from repeated chewing dissipates, leaving only a mouthful of dry sugarcane residue.

Which means...right now, you're completely fucking alone.

You're fucking lazy.

Without even checking what time it was, Xiao Yao called Yu Luying.

The phone was immediately hung up.

Drowning in the face of an angel:?

Drowning in the Face of an Angel: My mother is asleep and it’s not convenient to answer the phone. What’s the matter?

Don Quixote: It's nothing. I just wanted to say good night to you.

Drowning in the Face of an Angel: Goodnight.

Don Quixote: I feel a little uncomfortable. Can you comfort me?

Drowning in the face of an angel: [hug][hug][hug][rose]

Don Quixote: [Kiss][Good night]

Xiao Yao got out of bed and took out the pair of socks that Yu Luying had given him.

This pair of grey girls' cotton socks is above the ankle and made of soft cotton material. The overall color is light grey, giving people a fresh and comfortable feeling. There is a group of cute cartoon bear patterns on the ankle. These bears have bright colors, adding a touch of vitality to the cotton socks.

The cotton socks were showing some marks from having been worn for a day. They felt a little stuffy from being worn in the trefoil shell-toe shoes all day - some faint foot sweat odor, but not overwhelming.

Xiao Yao knew that this pair of cotton socks had experienced a long journey, taking a bus from Dongru to the Magic City. During the long journey, they experienced a lot of friction and squeezing, but they still maintained a comfortable texture, and although there were some slight wrinkles and wrinkles, they still maintained a good shape overall.

The boy covered his face with the socks and immediately smelled a faint scent of cotton.

It was a soft smell, like the fresh air of a cotton field, making him feel as if he were in a soft cloud. There seemed to be a faint scent of detergent in the aroma of the socks.

Of course, there is also Yu Luying...her own flavor.

The smell gradually spread, slowly filling Xiao Yao's senses. His breathing gradually became steady, and his body felt at ease and relaxed.

He gradually fell into a deep sleep.

……

……

As soon as he woke up the next morning, he immediately picked up his phone.

It’s already past nine o’clock…

I opened QQ, but neither oO ShuheOo nor Ni Yu Tianshi Zhiyan sent me a message.

There was a "?" in the message box.

Xiao Yao stared at the number and thought for a while, it should be Zhou Xiaoying.

Just as he was about to reply to Zhou Xiaoying, the number in the address book marked as "Brother Bo" called in.

Really... Before I saw the words "Bo Ge", I was still hoping it was a call from Shen Jie or Yu Luying...

"Hey, Brother Bo." Xiao Yao's voice was still half asleep and half awake.

"Hey, you little brat!" Yu Bo's gruff voice came from the other end of the line.

Chapter 227 Looking for Shen Jie

2023-06-08

"Hey, you little brat!" Yu Bo's gruff voice came from the other end of the line.

It was unusual that Yu Bo called to personally invite him to attend the class.

All along, it was Yu Luying who was actively concerned about this matter, while Yu Bo himself usually acted like "Believe it if you want, get lost if you don't" towards Xiao Yao.

Xiao Yao went out and called Zhou Xiaoying while walking towards Yu Luying's house.

In order to prevent readers from forgetting who Zhou Xiaoying is, here is a reminder that she is Shen Jie’s deskmate, and the last time we went to Qiangui KTV to sing was to celebrate Zhou Xiaoying’s birthday.

The phone rang three times and Zhou Xiaoying hung up.

"Who is it?" Then, Xiao Yao received a text message like this.

"I'm Xiao Yao, Shen Jie's boyfriend." Xiao Yao thought about it and decided not to add his question after his self-introduction.

"Xiao Yao, it's quite noisy here, what's the matter?"

"I just want to ask, do you know where Shen Jie is now?" Xiao Yao replied.

"Come home, we haven't played together for a while."

"I know at home, which home? Would it be convenient for you to give me an address?"

The message was sent, but received no response.

Xiao Yao's heart sank like a stone.

When he walked downstairs to Yu Luying's house, Zhou Xiaoying's text message finally arrived.

"It's not convenient to say"

Xiao Yao tried to call again, but a cold female voice came from the receiver: "The number you dialed cannot be connected at the moment. Please try again later."

Xiao Yao's body swayed, and he leaned against the thick trunk of the willow tree in front of Yu Luying's house and adjusted his breathing.

Although Zhou Xiaoying only replied with four words, Xiao Yao read out the following message: "Xiao Yao, you have done enough and you are not at a disadvantage. It's time to let it go. Next time, chase a girl who is of the same social status as you."

Then, call Yu Luying.

It was pressed down again.

Depend on!

Don Quixote: I'm at your door, downstairs.

Drowning in the Face of an Angel: I'm not going today, you go first.

Drowning in the Face of an Angel: My mother is not feeling well, and I am accompanying her to the hospital.

Don Quixote: What???

Don Quixote: What happened to our mother? Did she catch a cold in the country?

Don Quixote: Which hospital is it? I want to come too.

……

……

Xiao Yao leaned against the willow tree and waited for a while.

Don Quixote: ???

Drowning in Angel's Face: I asked my mom, and she asked you to go to class, saying that class is important.

Drowning in Angel’s Face: It’s no big deal, I’ll take care of it.

Xiao Yao put away his phone and prepared to leave in a sullen mood.

After walking three or four hundred meters, the boy stopped and looked towards the window on the second floor.

He had looked up at that window countless times in the past.

……

Xiao Yao saw a figure flash by.

? ? !

He wiped his eyes and looked towards the window again.

This time, he saw nothing.

It must be just my eyes playing tricks on me.

Ha ha ha ha.

It must have been just the wind that blew the curtains just now.

No, is there still wind with the windows closed?

Oh, by the way, there is another window in their house...

When Xiao Yao arrived at the Sacred Heart Church, he was already four minutes late.

In full view of everyone, he walked over with his body slightly bent, ready to find an empty corner to sit down as he did before.

Unfortunately, even the corners were full of people.

There was a quiet chuckle, not malicious, the usual reaction of a crowd to a latecomer.

Yu Bo also stopped teaching and glanced at Xiao Yao.

"Here, here." Daiyu waved at Xiao Yao and called softly, while pulling out an empty chair next to him.

Xiao Yao hurried over, sat down next to Daiyu, and then took out his bag - damn, he didn't bring the book with him.

Daiyu saw Xiao Yao's embarrassment and quickly moved the book towards Xiao Yao.

"Okay, today we will talk about the sacrament of marriage. The sacrament of marriage, also called the sacrament of marriage, is..." Yu Bo cleared his throat and took a sip of tea.

"Hey, Hairtail, have you been so active recently? Didn't you have a date with your Xiaoxiao?" Xiao Yao gently touched Hairtail with his elbow.

"Ah?" Hairtail didn't react for a while.

"Yan Xiao," Xiao Yao said, "How are you two?"

"Oh, it's very good," Hairtail smiled like an aunt, "It couldn't be better - God is really spiritual."

"Huh?" Xiao Yao said.

"I have achieved great harmony in life - it's not convenient to talk about it here. Let's have lunch together?" Hairtail said in a low voice.

What the hell is the great harmony of life?

"Okay, I just happen to want to talk to you about something." Xiao Yao agreed immediately.

"O'K." Hairtail made an "OK" gesture.

But Xiao Yao was in a hurry and couldn't wait until noon: "Hairtail, I remember your Xiaoxiao is from the city's No. 7 Girls' High School, right?"

"Yes." Hairtail said as a matter of course.

"Then are she and Shen Jie very familiar with each other?" Xiao Yao rubbed his hands expectantly.

"Familiar..." Daiyu thought seriously, "I can only say that I know her, otherwise she wouldn't have introduced her to me. But when you said how familiar you are, I feel like it's just average."

"When you two are together, don't you ever talk about us, the people who introduced you two?" Xiao Yao said.

"If I don't take the initiative, she will definitely not talk about you two, so I feel that the relationship is just average." Daiyu took out his mobile phone: "How about I ask again for you?"

There was a sudden silence around, followed by a burst of light sneers.

Xiao Yao noticed that Yu Bo's voice stopped, and everyone's eyes were once again focused in his direction.

"Xiao Yao, come and read this passage of scripture." Yu Bo made a "pistol" gesture, pointing directly at Xiao Yao.

Two hours later, at the side door of the Sacred Heart Church.