Trafford’s Trading Club

As he was pulling out the key to open the door and enter the house, Mr. Lo began to take off his shoes at the front door, and was immediately rushed to the door by the vice editor-in-chief.

Ren Ziling with a fork on her waist is quite a temperament, but even the cat can't scare away, let alone get used to Rochu long ago.

Without speaking, Rochu changed his slippers and walked into the living room, took a glass of water, sat on the couch and drank it.

After entering the door, he followed Rochu behind him until he sat down. Finally, Vice Editor-in-Chief Ren couldn't stand it. With a smile on his face, he reached out and pulled Rochu's ear in front of him. "I said," You're ignoring me, right? ”

“Mmm.”

“Holy shit! You really admit it?!!” Ren Ziling opened her mouth in surprise. If she was full, she was stunned and stunned.

But the face of being the current head of household and legally the mother of the household is too much to hang up. Ren Ziling laughed softly: “It seems time for me to call you human reason! ”

Luo Qiu first waved and snapped Ren Ziling's hand in his ear before pulling a bag of beef jerky out of his backpack.

Ren Ziling picked it up at will, ripped out a piece of the package and started chewing it up. "Don't think you can just give me a bag of broken beef jerky! Without you, disappear!! ”

“Didn't I text you? ”

Ren Ziling grunted: “A short break, you can leave. What do you mean? ”

“Scenic photographs should be available every day.” Rochu reached out again and took out a bag of milk sugar in his backpack.

Ren Ziling snorted coldly, ripped the package, unwrapped a piece, and threw it in her mouth. “Don't think you can plug my mouth with a packet of sugar and a packet of beef jerky! ”

So Boss Luo flipped his backpack over and pressed everything in it all over his leg, “Enough for you to eat next week. ”

Ren Ziling glanced: “You're going to fatten me up!! ”

Lo Qiu glanced at him, squeezing his shoulder, and walked towards the room, "I'm tired, I'll talk to you tomorrow about something. ”

“By the way, your Uncle Ma is officially discharged the day after tomorrow," said Ren Ziling, who is tearing apart other local specialties. We'll have dinner, and your Uncle Ye will be free! ”

The door is closed.

Uncle Ye Yan.

Lochu turned on the lights in the room, and after a moment of silence, he suddenly went to the closet position, opened the closet and removed a box in the closet.

Haven't opened this case in a long time.

So, Rochu opened the box and took out what was inside -- Tenor, the subdued saxophone.

Reach out and touch one of the carved words on the tube: Happy Birthday, Ye Yan Gift.

Rochu laughed and missed the days when he had studied this instrument with his uncle. Subconsciously, Lochu lifted it up and gently placed it in his mouth.

"Yesterday-Once-More".

When the low and powerful music slowly came out of the living room, the Vice Editor-in-Chief Ren lost his temper and laughed explainedly, "Forgive you for these letters. ”

Ren Ziling gently turned the sweet milk candy on the tip of her tongue, and, unconsciously, she remembered something that no longer happened yesterday.

“Bastard.”

It's wet anyway.

Eyes.

……

……

New Food Co., Ltd., in the office.

“Zhuge! Print this for me! ”

“Okay, now! ”

“Zhuge! Remember to order lunch! ”

“Okay!”

Perhaps it's a delusion, I always feel like I've been in a good mood in the last few days, and my clumsy body is walking around the office.

All of a sudden, he became very diligent, always rushing to finish his work before he left work, and the first time he left work, he became the first person to punch out of the office.

The speed at which you rush out of the office is like adding a special effect.

A curious colleague question is whether something good has happened, so when I go to the bathroom, I laugh like a pig.

“No, nothing. ”

But no one gets the answer —— in short, Zhuge today is also the first guy to successfully punch away.

……

Zhuge's mood can't be described simply as good.

It's honey! Yeah, it's like eating honey every day, sweet and never tired.

Why not?

When he comes home from work every day, he can have a hot meal, even the moment he opens the door, Nanako will wait, put his slippers away, just say, "Dinner first?" Shall we take a bath first? Or... ’that sort of thing.

Originally a messy house, coming back every day is messy, accompanied by all sorts of sour smells from single men. But now it's different, neat, clean, even with a fragrance all the time.

When I go out in the morning, I can hear orders like 'Be careful on the road', and when I come back at night, I can hear opening remarks like 'Good day’.

Today, too.

Zhuge revealed a satisfied smile, eating Nanako handmade... egg fried rice one by one. Although Nanako seems to only cook egg fried rice, Zhuge thinks he is really tired of eating.

Because Nanako will surely sit across from him at this time and watch him quietly.

“By the way, Nai, Naiko..." Zhuge still didn't get a good look at this nearly perfect girl talking.

“Is there something wrong? ”

“No, I just wanted to ask...” Zhuguetong said: “You look at me every time to eat. Aren't you hungry? ”

Nanako shook her head and smiled sweetly: "Because I can see Zhuge eating rice and feel very happy! ”

Just like being shot by Cupid's arrow, Zhuge felt like he was really dying... a feeling of death without regret.

“Ah, it's almost time to wash Zhuge with hot water!” Nanako quickly stood up and walked toward the bathroom.

Speaking of washing, Zhuge had to start laughing silly and think about what had happened in the past few days - lonely male widows living in one room, more or less he would have some hormonal oversecretion thoughts.

It's just that every time I saw Nanako's almost flawless smile on her face, Zhuge felt like cold water pouring over her head, and I thought that kind of thing was like blasphemy.

He also started thinking about a lot of questions.

What should Nanako do in the future? Nanako appeared in front of him empty-handed, or stepped out of his phone.

She doesn't have an identity… how should people who don't have an identity live in society?

Do you have to spend the rest of your life in this rented house?

If he wasn't home, would Nanako feel bored and lonely?

Thinking about it, Zhuge asked subconsciously: "Nai, Naiko! Aren't you happy to be alone? ”

Nanako's probe came out at this time and still smiled: “No, just think of Zhuge and he'll be back soon, and he'll be happy. ”

It turns out it's... dead without regret!

Such a good girl!

Zhuge suddenly took a deep breath: “Why don't we go outside sometime? ”

I felt that it was too cruel for such a beautiful girl to hide in such a small place all the time, so I had to create the idea of taking her out for a walk.

“Zhuge wants to go somewhere? ”

Zhuge thought about it: “This weekend, why don't we go for a walk in the street... hmm! I haven't thought about it yet, but I'll think about it!! ”

“Looking forward to it! Can go to the street with Zhuge...” Nanako suddenly held her face, shy: “Is this a date? ”

Zhuge... Zhuge blood trough is empty.