Chapter 11： Bidet-out agreement. (1/2)

Jiang Ning Xinhu Lake seemed to be rippled by the wind, and rippled gently.

She stood there, looking at the dizzy street lights along the road and the tiny flies around under the street lights, the corners of her mouth couldn't help but **** up.

For the first time in history after being reborn, she felt so relaxed.

The overwhelming boulder in her heart was finally removed for a while.

Jiang Ning took out his mobile phone from his schoolbag and texted Yan Yixie: "Thank you."

The teenagers on the cell phone were still indifferent.

Jiang Ning still smiled, and while continuing to walk towards home, his fingertips briskly jumped on the phone: "Yan Yixie, when will you go to school with me? I want to transfer to the same class with you."

After a long while, when she finally returned to the front of the courtyard, there was a cold reply in the phone: "You don't want to be too tight."

Jiang Ning couldn't help laughing.

Jiang Ning returned home with a good mood, and as soon as he entered the house, he looked for Jiang Fan everywhere.

When Jiang Fan didn't see Jiang Fan in Jiang Fan's room, Jiang Ning's eyebrows wrinkled immediately.

This little **** had promised to study well before, wouldn't it be a bad check again, and then turned around and went to the Internet cafe after he separated from him?

There is no cure.

Zheng Ruonan came over with a glass of milk, lowered her voice and said with satisfaction, "He is doing homework in your room, and finally he calmed down and sat at the desk for a while, don't bother him first, you go take a bath first ."

Jiang Ning was stunned: "Are you sure he is doing homework, didn't he sneak out of the window again?"

Across a door, Jiang Fan said quietly, "Jiang Ning, I can hear you when you say bad things about me behind your back."

Are you really in your room?

Last year, the boy Jiang Fan saw off the desk in his room with a saw in order not to do his homework. The whole family was very angry. Zheng Ruonan said angrily that he would never buy a desk for him again and let him do his homework. Just go to the toilet and write on the toilet.

When this kid is irritating, he can really turn his popularity into smoke.

"I'm coming." Jiang Ning took the milk in Zheng Ruonan's hand and pushed the door in.

In the room, Jiang Fan really had two supplementary books and a collection of exercises in front of him. He twisted and sat there, biting his pen in pain.

Jiang Ning walked quickly, put down the milk cup, opened the book on his desk, and tried to find the game console underneath.

But...not really.

The set of exercises has been turned over several pages. Although none of the questions is right at first glance, the handwriting is indeed the boy Jiang Fan himself.

Jiang Ning was shocked and delighted in his heart, but still stunned his expression, and asked without a word: "You wrote it yourself?"

Looking at Jiang Ning's expression, Jiang Fan felt a sense of refreshment inexplicably. It turned out that it wasn't so difficult to be motivated, and the family paid more attention to him. He showed an arrogant look: "Otherwise? There are ghosts in the room who can help me write?"

Jiang Ning said slowly: "You should indeed write it yourself."

Jiang Fan was even more proud, and continued to wait for Jiang Ning's compliment with his ears erected. If he put a tail on his butt, he would have been up to the sky.

Just listen to Jiang Ning saying again: "Because I write it as a ghost, it is impossible for the ten questions to be neatly wrong."

Jiang Fan: "..."

Good, despise him.

He wanted her to know what the prodigal son turned around.

Jiang Fan continued to gritted his teeth and fought the problem set.

Jiang Ning finally got a smile in his eyes, and went downstairs to Zheng Ruonan and said, "I will buy another desk for Jiang Fan."

"It's up to you." Zheng Ruonan has been arrogant for a long time. Recently, I don't know what's wrong. Both children seem to have changed their minds. Zheng Ruonan is refreshed at happy events, and his complexion looks much better.

The old lady shook the fan in the yard and couldn't help turning her head to look at Jiang Ning with a strange look.

Can't figure it out.

The little girl really has two brushes.

There are also neighbors who want to transfer their children to another school, but they are struggling to find a way out. Because their transfer procedures were completed, the old ladies who had danced the square dance together in the past two days were about to surround Wang Sufen and inquired about her.

The old lady glaredly told her old friends what was so difficult, and asked her daughter-in-law to help ask questions when she turned back, but she didn’t mention a word when she got home...

The relationship between her and Jiang Ning has never been harmonious, so she asked Jiang Ning, didn't she put her face together and let this girl beat?

Seeing the mother and daughter over there beaming, the old lady couldn't hold back the thought of stepping forward again.

She got up and walked in and said to Zheng Ruonan, “It’s a good thing for Jiang Fan to study, but now he still can’t get up with his grades. Or let Rourou make up lessons for him? Rourou’s grades are good, every exam is always before the beginning Thirty, it can save a tuition fee."

Jiang Ning was bored with the old lady's mind, always on Jiang Rourou's side, and was always thinking of fighting for some benefits for Jiang Rourou.

She said coldly: "I can help Jiang Fan, so don't bother others."

The old lady's face immediately came down: "Look at how your child speaks, where is Rourou? You and her have lived under the same roof for so many years, why can't you become a sister? Your eyes are really smaller than a needle. "

Jiang Ning did not hesitate to sneer: "My heart is small? Grandma, you know who this is, this is my home! Can you tolerate her living here for almost ten years, my heart is still small? If you say something more, I will immediately kill her. Throw things out."

The old lady turned blue.

The last time I saw Jiang Ning crying in front of Zheng Ruonan, she cried, thinking that her temperament has become soft. Who knows that although her hair has been cut, her face is clean, she still has that thorn in her bones.