While watching a movie, Yin Zhiyao almost got into an argument with the unqualified boy in the back row, and his mood was affected.

After saying goodbye to Yu Bai, she took the bus home alone. On the bus, she received a call from her mother Su Wenrui——

"Yaoyao, when will you get home?"

"On the way."

"Stop playing with your friends outside. Come back early tonight. Your is also back. Let's have a meal together as a family."

When he heard the word "", Yin Zhiyao thought it was Xie Yuan who was here.

But as soon as her mind turned around, she realized that she should be talking about Uncle Qiao's son, what was his name?

Oh, Qiao Zhengyang.

Yin Zhiyao responded dully and hung up the phone.

She really had no hope at all for this step.

Looking at the speeding street scene outside the car window, Yin Zhiyao just wished that the bus would stop at two more traffic lights and drive slower.

I don't want to go home at all.

...

Yin Zhiyao hesitated for a moment, took a deep breath, and finally walked into the double-story white European-style small Western-style building.

There is a pair of AJ's black sneakers placed at the door of my home. The shoes are very large, and at first glance they belong to the style and size of a young man.

She turned around the entrance hall and walked into the living room. She saw a boy wearing a black sweater, sitting carelessly on the sofa. There was a big Mickey head on the chest of the sweater. He wore a peaked cap on his head and had a small hole in his left ear.

A black earring and a black letter tattoo under the ear.

Although he is not ugly, no matter how good-looking his face is, in Yin Zhiyao's eyes at this moment, he still looks hateful.

"Yaoyao, come and meet your Zhengyang." Su Wenrui introduced: "Zhengyang, this is my daughter, Yaoyao. From now on, you will be s and sisters."

When Qiao Zhengyang took off his peaked cap and she saw his face clearly, blood rushed to his head in an instant.

Qiao Zhengyang also opened his eyes in disbelief, pointed at her and shouted: "It's you!"

The tense situation between the two people in the movie theater is still before our eyes. If it weren't for their friends holding them back, they might have really come to blows.

Su Wenrui was a little surprised: "You already know each other?"

Stepfather Qiao Xicheng was very surprised and said with a smile: "Oh, it's great that we have met each other. What a fate. Come on, come on, come and eat, let's chat while eating."

Yin Zhiyao and Qiao Zhengyang are enemies, so they are extremely jealous when they meet.

Yin Zhiyao is the type of sister that Qiao Zhengyang hates the most, and Qiao Zhengyang just bumps into Yin Zhiyao's fault again.

During the meal, the two of them refused to sit together, facing each other and far apart.

Qiao Xicheng obviously didn't notice the undercurrent between the two of them, and asked curiously: "How did you meet?"

"He has no quality."

"She's nosy."

The two spoke at the same time, then raised their heads and glared at each other——

"You're living and wasting air."

"You're dead and wasting your grave."

Su Wenrui and Qiao Xicheng:......

They were very embarrassed and could only educate their own children so that they could live in peace.

Qiao Zhengyang was obviously not the kind of boy who was willing to listen to his father's words. He leaned on the edge of his seat, put one hand on the table, and looked at Yin Zhiyao, with an obvious threat in his eyes, as if he was telling her: Kid, you are finished.

Yin Zhiyao did not frighten him. He turned to Qiao Xicheng and complained word for word: "My said that he will beat me three times a day until he drives me away."

Hearing this, Qiao Xicheng said angrily to Qiao Zhengyang: "Have you ever said such a thing to your sister?"

Qiao Zhengyang didn't expect that she would actually complain. He gritted his teeth and glared at Yin Zhiyao: "Complainer, I won't just beat you three times a day. If you dare to mess with me, I will beat you every time I see you."

Yin Zhiyao has always been protected by Xie Yuan, how can he be afraid of Qiao Zhengyang, and provoked: "Come here!"

Qiao Zhengyang rolled up his sleeves and walked towards Yin Zhiyao.

He is tall and his fierce posture is really scary.

Su Wenrui stood up in panic to protect her daughter. Qiao Xicheng also rushed over and grabbed Qiao Zhengyang.

"You bastard! You really dare to bully your sister! Are you a man? Who taught you such bastard virtues?"

"You haven't taught me anything anyway, and now I'm rushing to be someone else's father."

Qiao Xicheng was very angry, pointed at him and said angrily: "Get out of here!"

"Just leave!"

After Qiao Zhengyang finished speaking, he slammed the door and left.

Su Wenrui let go of Yin Zhiyao, looked at the table of food that had not yet been started, and persuaded Qiao Xicheng not to be angry, as long as the children got to know each other better.

Qiao Xicheng felt sorry for Yin Zhiyao and apologized to her on behalf of his son.

Yin Zhiyao looked helpless at this man who was about the same age as his father.

Not everyone is the same as her mean . They are not blood s and sisters, but better than blood s and sisters.

She said gloomily: "We are not family members. Even if we force ourselves together, we cannot be family members."

After saying that, she went back to the room.

In the evening, Su Wenrui knocked on Yin Zhiyao's door and came over to have a heart-to-heart talk with her, telling her about her hard work and grievances over the years, and the reason why she couldn't see her.

Yin Zhiyao's heart was completely calm.

When she was a child, she thought about her mother every night.

As I grow up, I don’t seem to need my mother that much anymore.

Seeing that she was indifferent, Su Wenrui sighed softly and closed the door gently.

...

At night, Yin Zhiyao tossed and turned, unable to fall asleep. His heart was clogged, both because of what his mother had just said and because of Qiao Zhengyang.

I was sleepless until one or two o'clock in the night, when I suddenly heard movement downstairs.

She quickly got up, lay down by the window and looked downstairs. She saw Qiao Zhengyang getting out of the taxi as if he was drunk, lying next to the door and retching, looking uncomfortable.

Yin Zhiyao whispered: "You deserve it."

The wind outside the window was very strong. Qiao Zhengyang was so drunk that he didn't even enter the courtyard door and fell directly on the road.

Yin Zhiyao looked at him by the window for a long time and saw that he was sleeping soundly.

He is a boy and sleeping outside for a night seems to be fine.

But if someone drives by before dawn, if the visibility is not good, they may run over him.

Thinking of this, Yin Zhiyao decisively put on his coat and went downstairs.

Although she was still thinking that it would be best if she died, as no one would threaten to beat her three times a day, she still did not sit back and watch.

When I opened the door and went out, the air was cool. The wind was strong and it seemed like it was going to rain.

Yin Zhiyao stood next to Qiao Zhengyang and touched him with his toes: "Hello."

Qiao Zhengyang slept like a dead pig, not moving, mumbling some nonsense.

Yin Zhiyao ran back to the room, took a glass of water, and poured some water on his face. When the wind blew, Qiao Zhengyang seemed to wake up.

He looked at Yin Zhiyao with confused and drunken eyes, and uttered in his throat: "Damn kid..."

Yin Zhiyao then poured all the water in the cup on his face: "Damn... damned high school student."

"Why did you come to my house..." Qiao Zhengyang was lying on the ground with no intention of getting up. He complained incoherently: "It's so annoying and annoying."

"Listen carefully." Yin Zhiyao grabbed his ears and shouted at him: "I hate you too!"

"Be careful from now on. If you dare to offend me, I will show you how powerful I am."

As he spoke, he waved his fist at Yin Zhiyao, but his fist was weak and weak at this time.

Yin Zhiyao, on the other hand, slapped him on the chest, which seemed to have caused internal injuries. Qiao Zhengyang snorted dullly.

"Who is afraid of whom?"

She grabbed his collar, pulled him up, supported him with her small body, and staggered into the house.

The young man exuded the heat that only boys can have, but the strong smell of alcohol also made Yin Zhiyao choke.

She really hates boys, they are smelly, sloppy, and always self-righteous.

Yin Zhiyao threw Qiao Zhengyang on the bed, clapped his hands, turned to go out.

Qiao Zhengyang shouted again in a daze: "Pour me a glass of water."

Yin Zhiyao turned his head with his hands on his hips: "Didn't your father teach you to be more polite when asking for help?"
To be continued...