However, these people didn't dare to speak in front of Bai Yanyan, and only dared to get along with her as friends.

She is strong, so strong that she seems to be enough for one person in this world, and she doesn't need a man at all......

As long as everyone gets along with her and becomes friends, they will never be able to make an inch of progress.

It is rumored that Bai Yanyan has always had a person in her heart, and this person is her brother who has a different father and mother.

Brother?

What a belief in the author's wickedness!

Xia Ling has already familiarized himself with the unfinished methods used by the authors.

Written in the back, I have forgotten how to round the stalk in front, and simply pull the innocent characters who appeared before to fill the number.

Bai Yanyan's attitude towards Zhao Haoran, that kind of rejection and targeting......

If Bai Yanyan hadn't left her hand, Zhao Haoran wouldn't have known how many times he had died.

Bai Yanyan can like Zhao Haoran, Xia Ling cut off her head and played with the system as a ball.

Scoffed at this author's spring and autumn penmanship.

The bus came to a slow stop.

Xia Ling got up, and the familiar scene outside the window was already a bus stop sign near Zhao's house.

She got out of the car with the crowd.

Zhao Haoran is one meter eighty-two tall, and he is particularly tall when he walks in the crowd, Xia Ling has never lived with such a high perspective before.

As far as the eye can see now, the back of the head is overlooked.

The view is bright.

Xia Ling's height can be seen at a glance!

She carried the dishes, and there was a rare pleasure.

Cannon fodder? Brother? Femdom problem sister?

This kind of topic is left to Xia Ling to do, she is really good at it.

The Demon King changes back and forth, and what he can't change is always his very aggressive dog temper.

This kind of person looks unapproachable, but if you really treat her sincerely, after a long time, this hair doesn't have to fall down by itself.

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"I'm back." Xia Ling returned to Zhao Haoran's door and patted on the door.

"Good Ratcha." A long response was soon heard from the door.

There was a burst of footsteps from far and near, and soon, the door to the room was opened from the inside.

"Come on in, wait for the food you bought." The white mother wiped her hands on her apron and hurried back to the kitchen.

Xia Ling followed in, sent the dishes to Bai Mu, and washed them.

Turning back, she looked at the home.

Zhao's house is on the fourth floor, this area is a somewhat old community, and it will be demolished later, but now it is still an old house with a not very good living environment.

The house belongs to Zhao's father, with two bedrooms, one living room, one kitchen and one bathroom, with a total usable area of more than 90 square meters.

In the room, you can see piles of daily necessities, and there are traces of the existence of a family of four everywhere.

An ashtray on the coffee table, and a pile of textbooks for high school students in the corner next to it.

On the balcony is Zhao Haoran's police uniform, as well as Bai Mu's clothes......

Four people live, showing traces here.

However, of the three bedrooms here, Zhao Haoran lives the best.

Zhao's father and Bai mother live in a large bedroom, and lie on their side for Bai Yanyan, Zhao Haoran ...... Sleep in a small side room.

The small side house is next to the kitchen, and it is the room with the worst lighting in the whole house.

Even if Zhao Haoran was originally one of the masters of the family, as an elder brother, he couldn't let his sister, who was still studying, live in such a dark room.

Therefore, when Zhao's father asked Zhao Haoran to vacate the room to Bai Yanyan at the beginning, Zhao Haoran agreed without hesitation.

It's just that he didn't expect that it would be such a bad sister who moved in.

Xia Ling smiled.

A somewhat gentle face was reflected in the dressing mirror next to him.

She stood there, looking more in the mirror.

Wearing sportswear, Zhao Haoran was wearing a sweatshirt and trousers, with a young face.