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"Jiang Xiaoqiao, shall I call the salvage team?" Ai Xiaomi shouted angrily to Jiang Xiaoqiao outside the toilet.
Jiang Xiaoqiao casually took a bite of the apple, turned over the novel again and said lazily, "It's late, I've passed, so don't worry about me."
Ai Xiaomi held his fist in one hand and his stomach in the other. A big well appeared on his head and said, "If you don't fucking come out, I'll pull it out."
Jiang Xiaoqiao just kept eating beautiful apples and reading novels that fascinated her, ignoring Ai Xiaomi, who was suffering from physical reasons outside.
"Millet ~ If you really can't, go back to your room. Don't just sit here ~ "Liu is sitting on the sofa, holding the remote control in his hand, and his eyes can't wait to be directly attached to the TV.
After Jiang Xiaomi endured severe stomach pain for more than two hours, he looked at Jiang Xiaoqiao who was squatting in the toilet eating apples and reading novels. Then I glanced at Liu who was watching TV. So I gritted my teeth, opened the door and ran across the hall.
Aunt Liu, who lives opposite her mother-in-law, has rented the spare room to Jiang Xiaoqiao and them since her mother-in-law died. Although Jiang Xiaoqiao never got into any trouble, he never defaulted on the rent. but ...