Hearing this, Van Gogh was satisfied.

Immediately, I felt that I should "care" more about some of my sister's unruly classmates, so as not to let them affect her learning.

But that thought, he wouldn’t tell Vanessa.

"Shut up and I'll get back to you."Van Gogh picked up his phone, went to the window sill, edited a message, and sent it to Van Gogh.

The content of the information is simple.

There is only one name, and he tells Van Yu, this stinking boy named Lin Haolin, is pursuing Vannie.

Yes, Van Gogh was a man, and it was clear that a adolescent teenager, like a fly, made excuses for a girl, could not find a second reason except for secret love.

Fortunately, Vanity was completely unaware of it, and did not take him to heart.

Otherwise...

Van Gogh's eyebrows wrinkled.

Otherwise what he would do, he didn’t know, and even some of it was running away from thinking about the problem.

After sending the message, put the phone back in your pocket and walk back to the table.

Vanity had finished the soup in the bowl, and the fish in the little dish had eaten.

Take a picture of your stomach full of bursions.

Immediately began to yawn again.

"Go to sleep, I'll pack up here."Van Gogh had just reached for the dishes, and Vanity had already stood up and took the dishes and bowls in front of him.

Pack it up, and then get it all up.

Turn to the kitchen and put it in the dish.

I found a dishwasher in the kitchen, and praised Tang Qianqi in my heart for being a good man at home, and turned back to Van Gogh and said, "Brother, go take a bath and rest, I'll clean up the dishes."

“...” Van Van Gogh stood outside the kitchen, looking at the girl who was familiar with the dishes in the dishwasher, her eyes were slightly deeper.

She’s not strong, she really will.

He never knew she would do housework.

Didn’t Mom and Dad stop her?

Van Gogh's mood became complicated in an instant, looking at the front of Vannie, always feel that he was not at home for two years, and many things became different from his imagination.

He had always been reluctant to learn what she had learned, and she had quietly learned everything.

In the end, he didn’t take care of her.

“Brother?“Brother?”Vanity put all the bowls in the dishwasher, and went back to see Van Gogh, who had not left the doorway, and cried out with some dazedness.

Seeing that Van Gogh ignored her and her face was not right, she wiped the water beads from her hands, stepped forward and tiptoed, and touched his forehead.

"It scared me to death, I thought I was infected."

Van Gogh: “...”

Van Gogh: "I'm going to take a shower."

"If you don't have clothes, you can wear pyjamas with your buns, I just helped you in and see, he has a lot of pajamas are new, that is, there seems to be no new underwear, you may not have to change..." Vanity whispered behind her.

A Van Gogh, hearing her words, almost did not fall to the ground.

Black-faced glancing at her: “Shut up, don’t talk!”

“Can I say the last word?”Vanity shrank her neck, raised a weak finger, and quickly opened her mouth: "I searched with my mobile phone, a few hundred meters away here, there is a 24-hour supermarket, there should be men's underwear to sell."

Van Gogh: “...”

"I'm going to bed, good night."Vanity shivered, burrowed into her room, and closed the door.

Make sure that Van Gogh would not come in and beat her, and the body left the door panel, and couldn't help but laugh.