Chapter 189 Little brother is acting good again (14)

He looks about the same age as her, about seventeen or eighteen years old.

Only those dark eyes were particularly deep, not at all like those at this age.

"Curly?"

Yun Miao gently opened the window and motioned for him to jump in.

The corners of Qi Mohan's mouth twitched.

Curly... hair?

Are you calling him?

Doesn’t his hair just look a little naturally curly?

Holding the window sill with both hands, he jumped into the house easily.

Through the dim kerosene lamp, I quickly glanced at the simple furnishings in the room and immediately understood her status in this family.

"This is the third floor. How did you climb up? You're not afraid of falling."

Yun Miao said to him while hanging the oil lamp on the wall next to the table.

"Also, didn't we agree to wait at that intersection at twelve o'clock? How did you find my house?"

Pointing to the only chair beside the table and motioning for him to sit down, Yun Miao also sat on the simple wooden bed.

Qi Mohan hesitated for a moment, then walked over and sat on the small wooden chair.

He pursed his lips and lowered his voice: "It's getting dark, it's almost here."

He had worked so hard to steal that account book. How could he safely give it to a stranger?

"Are you afraid that I will lose your things?"

Yun Miao glanced at him angrily, stood up, took out the canvas bag from the old wooden box at the foot of the bed, took out the black cloth bag and threw it away.

"Here you go, don't worry, I haven't seen it."

"I don't know what kind of treasure it is that makes you so worried."

Qi Mohan opened a corner of the black cloth bag, took a look inside, and stuffed it into his arms after making sure.

After a pause, he whispered: "Thank you."

"Have you eaten?" Yun Miao shook her little feet and continued to take things out of her bag.

In fact, it was taken from space.

After looking at the biscuits with no packaging, just a layer of transparent plastic wrapping paper, I threw one over and said, "Here, there are only biscuits."

Qi Mohan, who was about to say no, could only continue quickly.

She squeezed the biscuits, lowered her eyes, and couldn't help but fall on her delicate little feet, "Do you...do you need my help?"

"What?" Yun Miao was lowering her head to tear off the plastic packaging of the biscuits and didn't hear clearly.

"You helped me."

Qi Mohan's face was a little red, and he looked away from her slender and beautiful little feet, silently falling on the head of her casually tied bun, avoiding her gaze.

"I don't owe any favors."

444 had been observing Qi Mohan silently, and couldn't help but interrupt:

[Host, he seems to be quite introverted, and his speech is a bit awkward. He probably rarely speaks. He seems to be quite honest, and a little shy. I think he blushed when he looked at your little feet just now.]

Yun Miao looked down at her little feet and blinked.

It's just feet, does it make you blush just by looking at it?

So shy?

A sly smile flashed quickly in his eyes, but his face was serious: "I really need your help, but I don't know if you can do it."

Qi Mohan's dark eyes brightened slightly: "Say."

Yun Miao took out two household registration books from her canvas bag and handed them over: "I want to separate my household registration from this family, put it on my mother's household registration, and then settle it in the village where my mother originally lived.

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Qi Mohan opened the two account books and scanned them quickly.

His eyes suddenly fell on one of them, and he was a little surprised: "Red Star Village?"

Yun Miao was a little confused.

Hongxing Village, any questions?

"Yes, Hongxing Village. This is the village where my grandparents lived. Although they are gone, the old house should still be there."
Chapter completed!