You are my wife, don't doubt it!

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"Yeah." Xiao Yao said.

"Yu Yage and I met at a business cocktail party. I think it was in junior high school... elementary school... yes, in the junior high school preparatory class." Shen Jie said.

"What is the preparatory class?" Xiao Yao asked.

"The preparatory class is a preparatory class!" Shen Jie said in confusion.

"?"

"Junior high school preparatory class, then first, second, and third grade."

"The junior high school in Shanghai is a four-year program?" Xiao Yao was surprised.

"Yeah." Shen Jie said as a matter of course.

"Then wouldn't it be normal for you to go to high school a year later than us?" Xiao Yao said.

"Oh no," Shen Jie slapped the table and said, "I remember now, your elementary school lasted for six years, right?"

"correct."

"Ours is five years, so it still adds up to nine years."

"It's so weird." Xiao Yao said.

"You've been in Shanghai for almost a year, why are you still following..." Shen Jie complained.

"Just like a country bumpkin." Xiao Yao said with a smile.

The two looked at each other and laughed together.

"No, I just feel that," Shen Jie said, "you never seem to observe the surrounding environment and life, as if you live in your own world."

"Now that you mention it, it seems to be a little bit true." Xiao Yao admitted.

"So, it's very easy for you to misread the atmosphere, that's why those people in your class treat you like that - what's wrong, are you unhappy? Then I won't say anything." Shen Jie stuck out her tongue lightly.

"No," Xiao Yao calmly pulled over a chair and sat down in front of Shen Jie: "I know what you said is right, thank you for not despising me like this, and teach me more in the future."

Shen Jie looked at Xiao Yao suspiciously: "But I think you have been much better recently - there is progress for sure."

"Yeah, that's good." Xiao Yao said calmly, "So let's continue talking about Yu Ya Ge?"

"There's not much to say. Oh, by the way, Yu Yage gives people the feeling that he is a bit... weird." Shen Jie recalled.

"God-talking? Is she also a Catholic?" Xiao Yao said.

"The whole Yu family is like that," Shen Jie said. "In fact, when I first met Yu Luying, I should have thought that she might be from the Yu family—her last name is Yu and she believes in religion. But I don't know why I didn't think about it that way at all."

"That's normal," Xiao Yao thought for a moment and said, "Everyone has blind spots in their thinking. Besides, you and Yu Yage are not familiar with each other. It's nothing more than people in the upper class knowing each other, right?"

"Oh, what's the upper class or lower class..."

"When you say weird, you mean just like Yu Luying." Xiao Yao asked.

"No way, Yu Luying is very secular and normal, okay?" Shen Jie shook her head and said, "Yu Ya Ge is completely different. I think she is more like... a monk?"

"This... seems to have a bit of that flavor." Xiao Yao recalled.

"Oh, I remember now," Shen Jie slapped her head and said, "She also practices karate. I've met her a few times in the gym before. She's very good. I'm no match for her."

"Better than you? Is karate your young lady's ancestral skill?"

"He's just tall. Tyson can't beat a tall guy, right?" A trace of annoyance flashed across Shen Jie's face.

"If you can't beat him, you can bite his ear - it's okay, look at Tianyun's figure, it's all my credit, and I will be the one to improve your family's genes in the future." Xiao Yao said with a smile.

"Hiss—" Shen Jie glared at him: "I was just praising you for your improved emotional intelligence recently."

"Oh, it's just a joke..." Xiao Yao was a little embarrassed.

Fortunately, Shen Jie didn't really care, but continued to recall: "But later I rarely saw her in the gym. Maybe she went to another gym for training."

"Hey," Xiao Yao suddenly thought of something, "You said the Yu family is very rich, right?"

"Yeah, it's okay." Shen Jie raised her head.

"Then why is Yu Luying's family so...poor? They live in such a shabby house. Their family conditions are very ordinary in every way."

"How should I know?" Shen Jie said, "People in Shanghai live their own lives, in small families, unlike people in the north who have large families - don't you have any particularly rich relatives?"

"Hiss, that does make sense," Xiao Yao nodded and said, "This is what I really don't like about you people in Modu, you are so cold and indifferent."

"We are from Shanghai," Shen Jie put the emphasis on the first two words. "Where are you from?"

"I--"

"Your ID card and household registration are here, your parents were born and raised here, and you can speak fluent Shanghainese like the locals. If you define yourself as an outsider, how can you blame others for preventing you from fitting in?" Shen Jie leaned forward slightly: "Sometimes, is it our own choice to make ourselves out of place?"

"..." Xiao Yao was silent.

Shen Jie reached out and touched Xiao Yao's arm.

"It's okay," Xiao Yao smiled, "By the way, it seems that she and her rich nun sister don't have a good relationship."

Shen Jie shrugged, meaning "How should I know?"

"We've gone too far," Xiao Yao stood up and said, "Actually, I'm just worried that if Yu Yage recognizes you, and her family has a connection with your father--"

"I've thought about this during the day," Shen Jie sighed. "First of all, the relationship between our two families is not as close as you think. Secondly, even if she sold me out, my father and Zhang Zhengkai only confirmed that you and I were together. They still don't know where you live."

"Yu Luying knows where I live. She probably won't betray me—us," Xiao Yao said, "but to be on the safe side, I'll still remind her again."

"Yes," Shen Jie nodded and said, "Also, continue to do a good job of anti-tracking. Anyway, the holiday will be over in a few days."

"Um……"

"And your three good friends—"

"I know, I know," Xiao Yao waved his hand and said, "I was just thinking, if I were your father and knew you were at my house, I would probably go to St. Francis's school to ask for the family address."

Shen Jie's heart was covered with a cloud of gloom: "Even if it's... my dad, the school can't just casually reveal students' personal information, right?"

"That's right, but you're a minor. What if your father calls the police? Let the police contact the school? No, the police should have my address directly, right?"

"It hurts," Shen Jie held her head with both hands. "How about we find a short-term rental?"

"Emmmmmm" Renting a house by myself was a bit beyond the scope: "I'll do some research."

"Well, I'll ask around with my trusted friends," Shen Jie nodded, "and I can find a place with a flush toilet and bathroom. But then, I won't be with Shen Tianyun every day..."

"This is a headache." Xiao Yao said.

The two of them had their own thoughts, and they didn't come to a clear conclusion that night. Shen Jie said she would discuss it with Tian Yun after she came back from dancing, while Xiao Yao fell asleep alone, hugging his pillow.

Such a beautiful life may be interrupted and destroyed by sudden intruders at any time and anywhere.

Once he realized this, Xiao Yao fell into an uncontrollable state of anxiety.

--split line--

Wednesday.

The girl got up very early today. It was just dawn in July.

The reason why I slept until noon the day before yesterday was because I was too tired and had my period.

Since my menstrual period has ended and I went to bed at a normal time yesterday, there is no reason for me to indulge myself in laziness.

A full day of energy starts with a morning run. After taking care of her skin, the girl put on a mask, took a thermos cup, tiptoed out of the door, and walked around the area.

Out of curiosity, yesterday's morning jogging route was along small streets and alleys. It didn't feel very safe at this time when it was still dawn.

After all, those who can swim will be drowned, those who are stubborn will be beaten to death, and those who chase high prices and don’t stop losses will be trapped.

Let’s try walking on the sidewalk next to the main road today. There aren’t many people here right now, and you shouldn’t be recognized if you wear a mask.

The girl looked down at the time. Forty-five minutes of aerobic exercise was just the right time.

For young girls, who are still in the growth stage, running can help them grow taller.

After all, the girl has everything except dissatisfaction with her height.

By the way, is there a park next to Xiaoyao School?

After the exercise, she took off her mask, picked up the thermos, drank some salt and sugar water to replenish her water, relieved her fatigue, and prepared to go home.

Yes, home, her new home.

On the way home, she bought two dumplings, a bowl of scallion oil noodles and a bowl of wontons, and then went back to try to wake up the boy who was still sleeping soundly.

It seems, not so easy. He is not as good as he was yesterday. How did he manage to go to school by himself every day before he moved here?

"Get up!" The girl went back to the kitchen, took a frying pan, and then smashed it on the flat head, neither too hard nor too lightly.

Duang!!!

"Murder!" Xiao Yao jumped up and asked, "Is there anyone in this country who cares about domestic violence?"

The girl laughed so hard that she couldn't straighten her back.

"Brush your teeth carefully, above and below..." Between the soap slices, the girl put one hand on her waist and pointed at the boy with the other.

"You're so annoying." Xiao Yao muttered with foam in his mouth.

"It's time to shave your beard," the girl said, looking at the face that wasn't handsome but was barely presentable, "your nose hair is showing."

She pushed him onto the sofa, knelt on one leg among the already messy junk, shaved his face with an electric razor, and then put a pair of scissors into his nostrils to give him a simple trim.

Xiao Yao felt itchy and was not used to it: "Don't cut the flesh..."

This is much more refreshing.

The girl tilted her head, examining her work with satisfaction.

What made her even more satisfied was that the boy was satisfied with her work.

For young girls, meeting the expectations of others has always been a happy thing.

And her identity as "future husband" made her feel obligated to do so.

"Do you have anything to tell me today?" Xiao Yao was eating steamed buns, and a trace of vigilance finally flashed in his eyes.

"What? You don't even want to be nice to you?" The girl pouted deliberately.

"Shen Jie..." There seemed to be stars in the boy's eyes.

Looking at the situation, it seemed that he would hug her again in the next second. The girl quickly pulled out a piece of tissue paper - this was bought by her herself before - and gently wiped the corner of the boy's lips: "We should go, otherwise we will be late."

"What's the hurry? This guy is——"

"It's time to go." The girl emphasized again without any doubt.

She chose a pair of comfortable sweatpants for herself, changed into them in her daughter's room, picked up her karate training gloves, walked to the door of her house, squatted down, and stuffed her feet into her black sneakers.

The girl noticed that the boy's eyes were moving around her gray cotton socks.

She doesn't really like her partner to have this special...hobby.

However, it is still within the tolerable range.

The girl tied her shoelaces, stood up, and stamped her feet: "Let's go."

The weather is nice today.

When you say "nice weather" in late July, you usually mean cloudy days.

Just like yesterday, Xiao Yao did not choose a bicycle. She let the boy hold her hand, and they walked side by side on the sidewalk beside the road.

"Xiao Yao, when are you going to take the exam?" the girl asked him.

"Tomorrow, the day after tomorrow, and Saturday, then we'll have the day off," the boy told her.

While waiting for the traffic light, a middle-aged fat man with a slightly bald head was standing next to me, looking at me with lustful eyes.

The girl let go of the boy's hand, hugged his arm and hid to the other side.

"What's wrong?" the boy asked in confusion - he was looking down to send a text message, so he was completely unaware and didn't notice it at all.