How did I get so squeamish...

Snorting, I got up from the ground, glanced at the bathroom where the sound of water was heard, and went upstairs silently.

Chapter 65 Why I Must Be a Good Person

When the roller shutter of the garage is activated, it will make a "chirp chirp" sound, which can also be heard on the second floor.

I slept lightly, but I opened my eyes the moment I heard the sound.

he's gone.

Looking at the time, it was only eight in the morning.

This is bound to be a tough day.

After breakfast, I practiced the piano all morning. In the afternoon, I had nothing to do and started cleaning the courtyard.

The withered plants were pulled out and thrown aside, the dust in the corners and corners was swept away and mopped again, and the stone table and stone bench were wiped clean.

After cleaning, although the yard is still deserted, it will not look desolate.

Throwing the big bag of garbage into the trash can outside, stretching back to the yard, sitting at the table, watching the fruits of my labor, blowing the summer breeze, although it is hot and tired, it is also comfortable.

Suddenly, a small yellow ball rolled into the yard from outside the door and slipped to my feet. I looked down and picked it up.

The surface of the ball is smooth and full of elasticity, and it bounced quite high after being slapped twice.

Peeling at the courtyard door, a six- or seven-year-old boy poked his head and looked inside, his big black eyes staring at me timidly, hesitating to say anything.

"Is this yours?"

As soon as I talked to him, he shrank his head back, only to stick it out bit by bit after a while.

Like a little snail.

I held the ball out and gestured to give it back to him.

"Come on, give it back to you."

He hesitated, tugging at the hem with both hands, carefully moving towards me. I didn't rush him, and let him approach slowly and cautiously.

He finally walked in front of me, he didn't go to catch the ball first, but thanked me in a low voice: "Thank you." Without waiting for me to react, he quickly grabbed the ball and turned and ran, followed by a big tiger. Like chasing him.

I retracted my hand and laughed dumbly.

It may be that the two children are similar to their age and they have grown fat. Looking at the direction of the little boy's departure, I couldn't help thinking of Jin Yuanbao.

I am afraid that can't meet again in this life. just hope that he will follow Lady Jin to live away from disputes, his wife, and grow up healthily. Don't take the old path of his father and brother.

Ran Qingzhuang didn't come back until late at night. I cleaned the piano and paid attention to the mobile phone on the bedside table, but I never received any information.

As a live-in, if you spend the night outside, why don't you make a phone call back? I also understand that they are excited to meet again after a long absence, but in this special period, there is no news for such a long time, it is inevitable to make people worry.

Otherwise... Send a message and ask Tao Nian?

Just thinking about it, the sound of the roller shutter rising came from downstairs. I straightened my back and pricked my ears to distinguish carefully.

The sound of a car engine and the sound of a door opening came one after another.

came back?

Putting down the piano, I tiptoed open the bedroom door and looked downstairs. There was no light in the living room, but I could hear some small sounds.

After listening for a while, it was confirmed that Ran Qingzhuang had returned, and just as he was about to open the door and go back into the house, a loud bang of glass shattering suddenly sounded downstairs.

Although the wounds on Ran Qingzhuang's hands and feet have healed, they are penetrating injuries after all, and it still takes a long time for reconstruction to return to normal. I was afraid that he had accidentally hit something and fell and rushed downstairs in a single stride.

When I went downstairs, I saw that Ran Qingzhuang had indeed broken something, which was a decorative vase. What was originally placed on the side table against the wall is now a pool of broken glass. Ran Qingzhuang staggered and supported the table, the corpse of the vase was at his feet, and he was about to step on it without realizing it.

"Don't step on it, don't step on it!" I hurried over to stop him, and when I got close, I smelled the smell of alcohol all over him.

He didn't turn on the lights when he entered the house. At this time, his vision was all based on a little moonlight outside and a few street lamps on the roadside.

I couldn't see his expression clearly, and I could only guess that he must be very drunk based on the hot skin under his hands and the vague laughter in his ears.

Why did Tao Nian just let him in alone?

I muttered in my heart, put up his arm and took him to his room.

Adult men are heavy, let alone Ran Qingzhuang so tall. I finally helped him to the side of the bed, and when I put him down, because his arms were always hooking my shoulders, he brought me down at once.

I fell on top of him, and fell hard, cheek against chest, nose sore from the pounding of hard muscles.

Dizzy and dizzy, heard a muffled groan from the person below, as if being crushed.

I hurriedly stood up to check the other party's situation, and asked with concern, "What's wrong? Is it pressed somewhere?"

Ran Qingzhuang traced my facial features inch by inch with his fingers in a hoarse voice.

"Why...are you being so nice to me?"

The moment the skin touched, a sigh could hardly be contained in the throat. I let him caress his eyebrows, the tip of his nose, and rubbed against his hand subconsciously.

"I'm glad to see you again..."

His movements gradually took on a trace of uneasiness, his thumb pressed against the crest of my lips, as if he was eager to find something, but he couldn't find it.

He was wrong.

Finally found the doorway, squeezed his fingertips between his lips, and Ran Qingzhuang ordered pleadingly: "Don't leave me again..."

He must have recognized me as Lin Sheng.

He went to see him, drank with him, and now he came back drunk to see who was his sweetheart.

These words were not addressed to me at all.

The thought of these possibilities made my stomach feel as heavy and cold as I had swallowed a lump of iron, and I just wanted to curl up and retching in pain.

Why can't he see me all the time?

Closing my eyes, my eyelashes trembling, my heart seems to be split in two. Half of them are despicable and selfish, greedy for Ran Qingzhuang's warmth and unwilling to let go; the other half are kind and rational, telling me that this is all wrong and that I must let go, otherwise I will make a big mistake.