He directly placed the fruit plate in front of Su Qiao, turned around and said to Ding Shaofeng, "Aren't you still busy with something? Why don't you go back?"
Ding Shaofeng felt the coldness on his body and stood up quickly. "Oh, yes, I still have some things to do today, so aunt, I will go back first."
"Okay."
Su Qiao waved to the other party in a good mood. "Come and play when you have time."
Ding Jihan pulled her hand down and sat down next to her, with a resentful look on his face. "You are too kind to him."
When she first met him, he was cold and ruthless, and even said that she would get over him directly. These days, he shamelessly stayed by her side, and she didn't have a good attitude toward him.
Especially when she came back from her hometown, she moved quietly as soon as she turned around, obviously avoiding him, which made him search for several days before he found someone.
Comparing these two things, he couldn't stop feeling sour in his heart.
Su Qiao glanced at him sideways, picked up a piece of fruit and stuffed it directly into his mouth, blocking his endless chatter.
He stood up and walked to the window and looked outside.
Ding Jihan ate the fruit happily, followed her to the window, and found that she was staring at Ding Shaofeng's back with a "concentrated" look, which made her feel sour again.
He cleaned himself up early this morning and even sprayed perfume. As a result, she didn't even give him an extra glance. Instead, she chatted and waved to this guy Ding Shaofeng.
"What's so good about him? Isn't he wearing all white? If you like it, I can wear it for you, and I guarantee it will look better than him."
Su Qiao: "..." Brother, are you here to be funny?
She was just thinking about one thing. How could she go to see if someone else's sportswear looked good?
"I'm not looking at his clothes."
Su Qiao felt that this matter needed to be explained clearly. She did not want to be called a pervert for no reason.
Ding Shaofeng had already left the yard. Ding Jihan recalled just now and suddenly bent his knees and lowered his body, keeping on a parallel line with Su Qiao.
"You're not looking at his clothes. Could it be that you're looking at his butt?"
That's probably where her sight was aimed just now.
Ding Jihan's face turned dark. "What's so good about his butt? Is it as good as mine?"
"..."
Su Qiao is a little messy in the wind.
How did he get the idea that she was looking at someone else's penis?
"Did you take the wrong medicine today?"
Why is she looking at other people's P-shares?
Besides, does it matter whether a man's buttocks are raised or not?
"I was thinking about his origins and the purpose of coming to me today."
Afraid that he would say something scary again, Su Qiao chose to tell him the truth quickly.
"Origin?"
"His mother and I were in an orphanage when we were young. About eleven years ago, his parents were hunted down for stealing a batch of goods from the club. I was also there at the time. I originally wanted to save him, but he was not saved and he was injured instead. Later, I adopted him."
Ding Jihan came here when he was injured.
If he hadn't arrived in time, the final result might not have been certain.
"Childhood sweethearts, dependent on each other for life?"
Su Qiao raised his eyebrows, turned around and sat back on the sofa, continuing to eat her fruit.
Ding Jihan quickly explained, "We are not childhood sweethearts. His mother is 9 years older than me. She took care of me like a child in the orphanage when I was a child."
"And these are not me, you know." Although they didn't say it explicitly, the two of them had a tacit understanding of their respective situations.