If Ms. Han were here, she might even praise him for being sensible.
But the person who heard this was Yu Miao.
She just felt that this kid from Secondary School was talking about some messy lines again!
Of course Feng Anwen couldn't hear what Yu Miao was thinking now, but he could still understand the other party's eyes as if looking at the landlord's silly son.
When I said it just now, I didn't think it was a big deal. Now that a little girl was staring at me like this, Feng Anwen felt a little embarrassed after realizing it.
Emotions are on the brain, and what I said seems to have some official meaning.
He coughed, and disguised his eyes on other places, looking at the ceiling and the ground, but he didn't look at Yu Miao's eyes.
Yu Miao also knew what kind of painting style this Auntie Han's own son was, and she didn't try to pierce his fragile self-esteem. Just as she was about to ask him if he drank water, she heard a woman's voice outside the door. Get up, isn't Lei Fang back?
Before Yu Miao, her own daughter, had any reaction, Feng Anwen hopped to the door.
He probably also heard Ms. Han's voice saying hello outside, and knew that this was the return of the little girl's mother.
Anyway, he is still a big guy, standing quite tall at the door.
However, he bent over and put his ears on the door in a very weird way, listening to the wall like a wretched thief.
The point is that he still looks even more indecisive when he is still wearing that messy clothes.
If it weren't for his handsome face, he might really be regarded as a street gangster with a twenty-cent sound effect, right?
Feng Anwen not only did this by himself, but also called Yu Miao to join him: "Hey, you come too, little girl, your name is Tan Miao, right? Come and listen together, your mother is back!"
Yu Miao stood there and hesitated for a moment. She really didn't want to go there, but she was a little embarrassed to refuse him because he was so enthusiastic. Her footsteps seemed to have her own consciousness, and she just walked over like that.
Yu Miao stood beside Feng Anwen, with a small expressionless face, staring at him without moving.
Feng Anwen was impatient, he put his palm on Yu Miao's side face, and carefully put her head on the door panel like his own.
The boy's palm is much wider than the girl's, and it is warm in this cold weather. It covers half of her face and ears in the palm, which is very warm and comfortable.
Yu Miao frowned, not used to such an intimate gesture, she stretched out her hand to slap the other's hand away.
Feng Anwen didn't pay attention at all. Seeing her looking over, he grinned and showed his white teeth. Without saying a word, he raised one finger and pointed outside, signaling her to calm down and listen carefully.
Yu Miao is very ruthless to deal with all kinds of scumbags and scoundrels, but for this kind of people
She lowered her eyes and reluctantly chose to accept.
Yu Miao tried her best to ignore the warmth on one side of her face, and focused on the other side of her face.
So, what the ears heard with the door panel was very clear.
The sound insulation of this rental house is not very good, and the voices of the people speaking outside are not deliberately lowered. Like Yu Miao and Feng Anwen, they stick to the door to eavesdrop, and there is almost nothing missing.
The two children, one big and one small, just stood by the door and listened. One of the tall ones was still bent over and sticking out his buttocks, without any self-consciousness of a handsome guy.
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