Zhuang Ye turned around and looked for opportunities to act bravely. If the stranger did something bad, he could raise the punishment hand without any worries. Any stranger without any conflicts and conflicts can't be targeted at others casually. He would be disdainful of immoral matters.

He was very surprised, why did Sister Xiaoxiao ignore him?

The bored Zhuang Ye finally walked into the community where he lived.

"The psychological shadow area value from Qian Jiayou, 13."

Zhuang Ye was immediately happy, looked around, and finally found a playful naughty child.

A feeling of guilt quietly arose from the bottom of his heart, and he became the crux of Qian Jiayou's psychological shadow, which was extremely unfavorable to Qian Jiayou's growth state.

He looked at Qian Jiayou with hope, thinking in his heart, you naughty child, can't you be more generous? Isn't it just a little unpleasant? Is it a pity that causes such a big psychological shadow? As soon as I see me, I contribute the area value of the psychological shadow, which will only increase my guilt, okay?

As an outstanding young man, I especially hope that Qian Jiayou can grow up healthily and let the psychological shadow accompany you. That is not a good thing.

But he couldn't resolve Qian Jiayou's psychological shadow. He just hoped that Qian Jiayou could be open-minded and try to digest this shadow. Otherwise, even if he grew up in the future, the psychological shadow would be lingering.

"Psychological shadow area value from Han Mei, 45."

Qian Jiayou ran to her mother and fully expressed her fear of Zhuang Ye. Han Mei pulled her son and looked at Zhuang Ye with no friendly eyes at all.

Zhuang Ye became more and more self-blame, smiled bitterly, and muttered in his heart: Can you mother and son be more concerned? I am embarrassed to enjoy the psychological shadow value of your contribution. Why can't you let me save some concern?

At the same time, he was full of sympathy for the mother and son. Qian Fei was a bastard, but he had bad intentions towards his sister Xiaoxiao. He had already punished Qian Fei. If Qian Fei knew the right way and gave up his mind, he could still show mercy.

If Qian Fei is obsessed with it and wants to continue on the wrong path, he will not be polite and the punishment will be even greater.

In order not to let the mother and son reminisce about their respective psychological shadows, he decided to disappear in front of them as soon as possible.

Zhuang Ye swayed to the door of his house, held the key in his hand and did not unlock the lock, but knocked on the door. As long as Sister Xiaoxiao was at home, she would need to unlock the lock by herself. Sister Xiaoxiao had to open the door enthusiastically.

"Where did you go?" Lin Xiaoxiao blocked the door, her face as quiet as water.

"I haven't gone anywhere, hey, no, is this still our home?" Zhuang Ye was surprised immediately. A fragrance of flowers and plants came to his nose. He flashed into the house, and then he felt uncomfortable.

He stared at Lin Xiaoxiao and asked with a smile and cry: "You are sure that I did not go through the wrong door, right?"

"If you think you have gone wrong, you can leave now." Lin Xiaoxiao snorted slightly.

"Why do I feel that I have walked to the flower spot, and there are also crisp bird calls."

"I like to listen to some music about birds singing and flowers recently, and with strange flowers and plants, it is the most wonderful thing. It is really the only way to cultivate one's own nature."

"Where are the art paintings hanging here?"

"It's too exposed, replaced."

"I remember that there were my photo frames on the bookcase, and the photos of my eight-pack abs were clearly clear. That was my most proud photo. Where did you go?"

"It's too exposed, replaced."

"What about your photos?"

"The film was so beautiful that I changed it."

Zhuang Ye staggered and almost fell to the ground. Sister Xiaoxiao, what are you going to do?

He poked his palm out, touched Sister Xiaoxiao's forehead, and said in wonder: "Don't you have a fever?"

Lin Xiaoxiao knocked off Zhuang Ye's slutty hand and said lightly: "Don't touch me, don't you notice that there is any smell on your hands? Let me wash my forehead first, it smells too bad."

Zhuang Ye was extremely depressed, his face drooped for a long time, and he couldn't help but mutter: This is, I'm disliked.

I sniffed my palms, it didn't smell.

Something is wrong, something must be wrong.

What exactly is the problem? Can anyone tell me?

Zhuang Ye stared at Lin Xiaoxiao with suspicious eyes. What made him angry was that Sister Xiaoxiao really went to wash her forehead, and when she appeared again, she wiped her forehead with the paper.

His face was very dark, especially dark. He sat on the sofa powerlessly and sighed: "Sister Xiaoxiao, what's wrong with you? Are you sick? Don't scare me!"

"What? Can't I like the singing of birds and the fragrance of flowers?"

"Don't you like literary atmosphere? Why did the style of painting suddenly change?"

"Who stipulates that I can only like an atmosphere and change the living environment appropriately. Do you have any objections?"

Zhuang Ye was so sad that no one dared to have any objection? But, you suddenly changed a lot, who could bear it? His face calmed down and he asked seriously: "Sister Xiaoxiao, is this at home? Why are you still wearing casual clothes and not even revealing a piece of extra meat? Do you know, are you wasting natural beauty resources? When you went out at noon, where were you wearing a short skirt?"

Lin Xiaoxiao's face turned cold and she scolded dissatisfiedly: "I wear whatever I want. Do you care about it? You dare to blame my dressing style. What's wrong with you?"

"I didn't blame me, how dare I? I was just curious." Zhuang Ye was so depressed that he was about to vomit blood. He glanced at his phone and said helplessly: "We haven't seen each other for more than four hours, why did you become like this?"

He really couldn't understand, but Sister Xiaoxiao's change was like that!

What's wrong with me?

What's wrong with you?

"What's wrong with me like this?" Lin Xiaoxiao made an ear-pull gesture and threatened: "Do you have any objections?"

Zhuang Ye's head shaking like a rattle. Except for this taste, Sister Xiaoxiao has not changed, and other hobbies have changed.

"It's so much." Lin Xiaoxiao said impatiently: "Go and cook quickly, I'm hungry."

"Don't you cook, will I wash the dishes?" Zhuang Ye asked weakly.

"You cook and you also wash dishes, can't you?" Lin Xiaoxiao's eyes changed slightly, from soft to sharp.

"Okay, okay, there's absolutely no problem Sister Xiaoxiao, whatever you say is what you say."

Zhuang Ye hurriedly agreed, and he never dared to say a word of nonsense again, for fear that Sister Xiaoxiao would lose her final patience and do something terrible.
Chapter completed!