Seeing that she had a cold, the parents didn't ask her to apologize to Jiang Haoyue for the time being. They didn't want Lu Miao to take the initiative to ask Ying to take over this task.

When Jiang Haoyue opened the door and saw Lu Miao, she knew in her heart that she was here again to make trouble.

"My mother said, I can't go back until I watch you finish eating." She made up an outrageous reason and insisted on entering his house.

Lu Miao had already eaten, and her nose was stuffed, so she couldn't smell it. At this moment, she held her cheeks and looked at Jiang Haoyue. Even though there was an attractive double-cooked pork in front of her eyes, she was still calm.

Jiang Haoyue lowered her head to grab the rice, wanting to finish it quickly and send her away quickly.

"Don't just eat, eat meat!"

She helped him pick up a piece of meat, and he was confused as to why she had become so kind. Sure enough, Lu Miao repeated her old trick, and she "couldn't hold back" coughing again at the piece of meat.

When she was almost coughing, she put the chopsticks straight to his mouth: "Come on, eat."

Even though Lu Miao's behavior is childish, this childish behavior is still very annoying. Jiang Haoyue glared at her, but she shook her head and didn't see it.

The meal was finished in Jiang Haoyue's low pressure. He went to the kitchen to wash the dishes and returned her, while Lu Miao happily waited outside.

"Here, take it."

He came out after washing the dishes and handed her the things in his hand.

After the war was over, Lu Miao was in a good mood, and after taking the plate, Lu Miao was ready to go home and sleep peacefully, and reached out to take it without looking at it.

The palm of her hand sank, and she felt a strange feeling of softness and hardness, and turned her head to take a look...

- She has one in her hand, one leg!!!

"Wow……"

Lu Miao was really scared and cried.

Jiang Haoyue looked at her fleeing back, smiling so hard that she couldn't straighten her waist.

——It's not that she won the battle, it's that he has avenged his revenge.

——Lu Miao, this childish bastard! Big idiot!

"Hahahahaha...cough cough."

Laughing and laughing, his throat itch for some reason: "cough cough cough cough."

Jiang Haoyue is a bit miserable.

Jiang Haoyue seems to have caught a cold.

Chapter 12 Mother

Before Lu Miao stepped into the house, she heard the burst of laughter behind her, and suddenly realized that she had been tricked by Jiang Haoyue.

Yes, so the one in her hand just now... He actually took off his prosthesis to scare her, how could someone be so mad!

Because she lost a battle and felt ashamed, she saw him in the next few days and walked away.

When Lu Miao heard the news from her parents that "Jiang Haoyue was sick", her cold was cured.

"Ah? Jiang Haoyue has a cold!" There was schadenfreude in the tone of feigned amazement.

"Boil Chinese medicine for him!" Lu Miao clenched his fists and suggested very positively.

"Just the one I ate before, give him exactly the same one, and it works."

After saying this, she couldn't hide the happiness on her face, for fear that others would not know that she wanted to avenge her private revenge.

Jiang Haoyue rejected the traditional Chinese medicine that was enthusiastically sent by the next door. He said that he had seen a doctor, and the doctor had prescribed western medicine.

Lu Miao watched angrily as he swallowed the small pills lightly.

His medicine didn't look bitter at all, and it was a world of difference from the way she was treated when she was sick.

Lu Miao felt sadly once again - he was defeated!

Since the feud, Lu Miao's attention to Jiang Haoyue has increased rather than decreased.

Whenever there is a little bit of trouble next door, she has to go over to observe it; when there is nothing at school, she always likes to run to the third-grade teaching building.

Collect enemy intelligence in real time for the next war. Lu Miao never thought that with this attention, she really got a glimpse of the area in Jiang Haoyue's heart that she didn't want others to know about.

The day Chen Lu came to find Jiang Haoyue happened to meet Lu Miao and Jiang Haoyue after school at the same time.

The building where the two children entered, Lu Miao walked faster, she went up to her own floor and found a woman standing outside Jiang Haoyue's house.

It was almost dusk, and the corridor was dyed orange-red by the setting sun. The woman, with a cigarette in her hand, heard footsteps and turned her head to look at them.

Lu Miao and her eyes just met.

In the big winter, the woman bares a pair of straight and slender long legs, high heels, red lips, and her hair is dyed light gold.

Her complexion is very white, the corners of her eyes are raised, and when she stares at you slightly, she has a beautiful and cold aloofness.

Lu Miao couldn't help but look at her a few more times. Looking at her, she could see a bit of Jiang Haoyue's shadow on her face.

It is not the facial features, but the strength between the eyebrows, which is faintly similar.

Not knowing what Lu Miao was doing, Jiang Haoyue, who went upstairs, followed her gaze.

"……Mother?"

He had a bad cold, and his voice was hoarse. The sound at the front was empty, and the sound at the back was fulfilled.

Lu Miao immediately understood the relationship between Jiang Haoyue and Jiang Haoyue.

When closing the door of his own room, Lu Miao quietly glanced outside curiously.

Just this sight made her heart hang, and it was hard to let go.

She saw Jiang Haoyue holding the edge of her trousers, bit her lip awkwardly, then raised her head and gave the woman a pleasing smile.

The cool winter wind blew his hair in a mess, and his face was as small as a slap.

Jiang Haoyue's nose was red, but her eyes were bright, like a star in her pocket.

His eyes seemed to be crying, but he was laughing.

Lu Miao had seen all kinds of Jiang Haoyue, the calm, well-behaved, angry, and the one who didn't smile... none of them were as vivid as the one in front of him.

Timid and fragile, and full of expectations, he spread out his panic.