MTL - My Sister is Very Obsessive-Chapter 764 : The first night of the new house

I returned home, closed the door with my backhand, and started picking up the bags one by one to the kitchen. My sister was sitting on the swing chair in front of the glass curtain wall, looking at me with a slightly dissatisfied expression.

"Why are you being so polite to that security guard, he obviously suspects us, don't tell me you can see it!"

I put the rice bag in my hand into the locker in the kitchen, then straightened up and twisted my waist,

"I know, isn't it normal for him to be suspicious of us? It's their duty to patrol the community and protect the personal and property safety of the residents of the community. It's normal for people to be vigilant when they suddenly see two unfamiliar faces!"

I looked at my sister sitting on the swing chair and explained with a smile.

"But... it doesn't feel good to be suspected of being a scheming person!"

"This is your psychological role. As long as you have a clear conscience, it doesn't matter what others think. It is true that our existence is the embodiment of our image in the eyes of others, but the fact that we exist is also a guest official. The essence has changed because of the views of outsiders, Uncle Security suspects us, do we really have ghosts in our hearts?"

"Anyway, anyway, anyway, I just feel very uncomfortable!"

"Alright alright!"

I smiled and waved my hand, intending to expose this topic. After all, the way of thinking of women is very different from that of men, and their delicate feelings make them pay special attention to some small details, and they will be unhappy because they are unhappy. .

So I'm going to expose this topic, I won't impose my set on my sister, and arrogantly ask him to align with me.

Everyone is unique, and I still like my sister who is a little stingy and coquettish.

"Don't mention those, I bought so many things today, if you are really bored, come and help me!"

"No, I want to rest! I'm so tired!"

My sister shook her head and rejected me.

I shook my head helplessly, "Okay, okay, rest!"

Having said that, I walked to the door again, intending to bring the last two plastic bags to the kitchen.

"Forget it, you're tired too, I'll help you, but you'll massage my ankle later!"

The older sister who had rejected me suddenly ran to the kitchen, looked through the glass grille that separates the kitchen and the entrance, and said to me bossily with her waist up.

"Go, go, give you a massage!"

My sister's feet are very beautiful, and I played with it while massaging... ahem, it seems that she almost exposed her bad habits!

Cleaning up the kitchen is also a technical task, especially for people with mild obsessive-compulsive disorder. For example, how should the chicken essence, salt, soy sauce and other seasonings be arranged, and the rice bucket with rice should be placed there... Just these things, I Moved back and forth several times.

My sister, who had already put frozen food, beverages, meat products and vegetables in the refrigerator, turned her head to look at where I was still looking at the spice box and touched her chin, and immediately came up and took my hand,

"That's it, it's time to give me a massage!"

"Row!"

I couldn't understand whether to laugh or cry, and was forcibly dragged to the living room by my sister.

The area of ​​this one-storey building is really large, twice the size of our home. However, only my sister and I live in such a large house, and it feels a bit too empty.

My sister turned on the TV, then sat on the sofa, holding a pillow in her arms, raised her little feet in pink and white striped socks and placed them on my lap.

I reached out and gently held her small foot, which was no bigger than a slap, and began to massage her ankle.

The huge 4K screen hanging on the wall is extraordinarily clear. It is connected to the Internet. Every video software is an annual member, and you can watch anything you want.

There are really very few TV series that can be watched now. When everyone was chatting this afternoon, Sun Jueqian accidentally mentioned that he was opening "Entrepreneurship Times" recently, so my sister searched curiously.

A very realistic story, it looks more like what a middle-aged uncle should read. Anyway, I didn't feel any sense of substitution when I saw it, and it didn't arouse my emotion.

It is estimated that my life experience is not enough, or I have never started my own business. I don’t know the hardships involved, so naturally I can’t resonate with me.

After watching two episodes, I lost interest, so I let go of my sister's feet, then got up and planned to go to the upstairs room and make the bed.

"Where are you going?"

My sister sitting on the sofa asked me loudly.

"Go make the bed!"

"Isn't the bed made?"

"I don't like white colors!"

"Oh, then let me go too!"

Saying that, my sister put on slippers, turned off the TV, and ran to my side and hugged my arm.

There is no reason for refusal. It was too late. There will be classes tomorrow. Of course, only I will have classes tomorrow morning.

When I got to the bedroom on the second floor, I turned on the light.

The white walls, white sheets and white quilt look a little dazzling, and they look extraordinarily monotonous.

It seems that I have to find time to decorate it, after all, I may live here until I graduate from college!

I took out the sheets, took off the quilt, and put on the light blue plaid quilt that I brought from home, and... the bed was cut with a hole by my sister, and then she used another quilt. fabric patched sheets.

Originally, my plan was to bring a good bed sheet, or if I didn't have one at home, I could just come over and buy a new one, but my sister refused. She insisted on bringing this bed sheet.

Originally, she wanted to bring the quilt, but because it had been used before, my mother said to bring the clean one, and leave the dirty one to wash at home, and when we came back to use it, my sister gave up. .

I reluctantly spread the ripped sheets, and then started putting on the quilt, while my sister stood by with her arms folded.

"Brother, are you going to have the first two classes or the last two classes tomorrow morning?"

"The next two quarters, what's wrong?"

"Hey, in the next two quarters, can you go to bed later?"

After listening to my sister's words, I stopped the movement of my hands and turned to look at her.

The elder sister raised her hand and scratched her head, her face flushed red and she lowered her face, and shyly muttered in a low voice, "Why are you looking at people like this!"

I chuckled, then turned around, flattened the quilt on the bed,

"We won't have class until ten o'clock tomorrow morning!"

Saying that, I walked up to my sister and looked down at her with a smile that was not a smile.

"All, what do you want to do?"

"What can I do, what can I do?"

The elder sister turned her head and said in a daze.

"Ah? Did I misunderstand?" I scratched my head and cooperated with her.

"Hate!"

My sister shyly reached out and twisted my waist,

"Wait a minute, I'll pour a glass of warm water and take two pills first!"

After she finished speaking, she turned around happily and wanted to run, and I quickly grabbed her arm,

"Don't! Eating too much is bad for your health. I use An Quantao!"

"don't want!"

My sister broke free from my hand and rejected me loudly.