"Sister Xingli, we are ready to start a meal. Do you want to come up and have a meal together?" Ji Xingli, who opened the door, was still in the same state as before going downstairs. The door was still only open to reveal a head. The messy haired chicken coop was like a chicken coop, blocking the scene behind the door as much as possible.

I don’t know when she planned to do what she said, “wash her face and clean up”.

"Oh, then you guys wait, I'll go up in five minutes."

"I really didn't expect to see a woman with a 'mill style' here. Our landlord, if she is thrown into the sill area, I'm afraid no one can recognize her." Back in the room upstairs, Zhao Zhuo recalled Ji Xingli's image and couldn't help but shake his head and sigh. He really didn't expect that there would be such an unkempt person in the Federation. And he was still a woman.

Qi Yaya in the kitchen poked his head out and asked, "What is the quagmire style?"

The answer to her was Zhao Zhuoyan’s three concise words: “Dirty, messy, bad!”

Qi Yaya tilted her head and thought for a while, as if she wanted to refute something, but in the end she couldn't find a good reason. She could only take back and continue her dark food. Zhao Zhuo had already sat on the sofa and ate it.

This situation lasted for about ten minutes, and the situation in the room was not broken until the sound of a soft knock came from the door.

Zhao Zhuo stood up and opened the door, still stuffing snacks in his mouth: "Didn't it come up in five minutes? I see at least two have passed..."

The second half of the sentence came to an abrupt end before she could say it, because what was standing outside the door was not the imaginary Ji Xingli look like, but a very beautiful woman.

"Who are you?" Looking at the woman standing outside the door, the boy opened his mouth in surprise, and then asked in surprise for a while. However, the suspicion did not last long, and he vaguely saw some familiar traces from the corners of the woman's eyebrows and eyes, and a strange feeling suddenly rose in his heart: it was as strange as if he knew something impossible.

"Sister Xingli?"

"Who else can I do except me?"

After tweeting the soft long chestnut hair, Ji Xingli gave Zhao Zhuo a white look, and walked in with a humming soft look. She no longer had her previous mechanical clothes, and she changed into a casual outfit at home. With her delicate and clean facial features and slim figure, her image was completely subverted with the "smoky style" smudged woman a few minutes ago. What Zhao Zhuo unexpectedly was that after washing off the oily marks on her face, washing her hair and changing clothes, Ji Xingli actually had such an amazing beauty.

He closed the door with a slow reaction. He turned around and looked at Ji Xingli again. He stared at the other party for a long time, and finally couldn't help but sigh, shook his head and did it aside: "It's...it's...it's...it's..."

Three "really" in a row, but I don't know how to follow up.

"What's really?" Ji Xingli was very satisfied with Zhao Zhuo's reaction. She raised her slightly curved and delicate eyebrows, raised her chin slightly, and asked with a slight smug look, "Did you never expect it?"

Zhao Zhuo curled his lips and said in a muffled voice as the woman looked at her provocatively: "Why do you give up treatment?"

"Hmm...well?"

"It's obviously not scary, why are you reluctant to wash your face?"
Chapter completed!