Chapter 1165: Only White Flour

"No," Zhu Meina took another bite of the steamed bun and ate the leftover dishes they had yesterday, "Didn't you change it yourself?"

"Did I change it myself?" Yan Huan frowned. When did she change it?

"You changed it yourself," Zhu Meina pointed to the bathroom, "Where are the clothes you were soaking in? Why, are you suffering from amnesia? Have you forgotten everything you did? "

Really? Yan Huan thought about it, but still couldn't remember.

She changed her clothes herself, and she even took them to the bathroom to soak in?

But why didn't she even have the slightest impression? Is it possible that she really forgot, or that she was so tired that she was sleepwalking? It's possible. She couldn't say anything about it.

It's also possible that, as Zhu Meina said, she was sleepwalking and did it herself. She turned around and rolled up her sleeves, ready to wash her clothes.

But she didn't know that the moment she turned around, Zhu Meina looked relieved.

This is obviously a lie, this is obviously a lie, and this is obviously a guilty conscience. Unfortunately, she acted so realistically just now and deceived Yan Huan.

In fact, it wasn't that she had deceived Yan Huan, it was just that Yan Huan was really tired now, and there were some things that she couldn't remember clearly. Maybe she did it, maybe she did it when she was sleepwalking, anyway, it just didn't happen to Zhu Meina.

Of course, Zhu Meina didn't do this. Anyway, Zhu Meina didn't care about cursing and swearing, so Yan Huan didn't suspect anything?

Of course, there is another thing that makes Zhu Meina want to cry.

As expected, they began to eat white flour from the second day on.

There is not even a green onion or a vegetable leaf, but it is white noodles.

"How about I go outside and pick up some more money?" Zhu Meina poked at the white noodles in the bowl. How could this white noodles be swallowed? It had no taste except salt.

"Chinese cabbage is not something you can just pick up outside," Yan Huan ate the noodles in his bowl. He didn't feel it was unpalatable. It was fine if he could swallow it.

"How about I go out and do my old job?"

Zhu Meina was almost crying. She had been eating white noodles for three days. She was eating white noodles every day and was going crazy. But now that she is so unruly, she actually still has to go through three days. After three days, how can she endure it?

What kind of old profession can she have in her old profession?

Isn't it the same old business?

"Okay," Yan Huan didn't stop others from doing anything. She was neither Zhu Meina's father nor Zhu Meina's mother.

When Zhu Meina heard this, she couldn't help but feel happy. If she wanted to get some from Lu Yi, she could improve the food.

As a result, the second half of Yan Huan's sentence had already slapped her to death before she reached the beach.

"If you go, don't come back."

Yan Huan picked up the bowl and put it back in the kitchen. She would wash her own bowl and put it aside. She would not share a bowl with others. Of course, even when picking up food, it would be shared. She is very conscious of her chopsticks and knows which level to place herself on is the most suitable.

Zhu Meina was furious when she heard what Yan Huan meant.

Isn't this just telling her to get out?

No, how can she get out? If she gets out, how will she live in the future? Anyway, she has seen through it all. She has been really depressed for so many years, and her life has been in vain. She has met so many friends and friends, but in the end, she helped her Yes, the person who took her in was not someone else, but her former imaginary love rival.

"Well..." She picked up the noodles in the bowl with chopsticks, "I'd better eat white noodles."

Yes, she should eat white noodles. Even if she eats white noodles, she doesn't want to leave here.

Yan Huan's health has not been very good recently, mainly because her drug addiction seems to be quite frequent, sometimes several times a day, so she does not dare to go anywhere. Even so, sometimes she feels that her forgetfulness has begun. Big, and memory is starting to get worse.

"Did I change it myself?" she asked Zhu Meina, pointing to her clothes.

Zhu Meina nodded, "Yes, you changed it yourself, not once or twice. Why do you have to ask every day?"

Yan Huan didn't ask or speak anymore, because she knew that even if she asked again and again, the answer she would get in the end would be her own. She did it herself. But she remembered it clearly yesterday. After her drug addiction passed, she was so tired that she passed away. How could she still have the strength to change her clothes and put away the dirty clothes?

So there were only two points, and she was already out of her mind.

And secondly, that is Zhu Meina lying.

After she was exhausted again at night, Yan Huan trembled her long eyelashes, and she reluctantly opened her eyes, but she didn't even have the strength to raise her hands. In her hazy vision, someone seemed to be walking over and untying her hand. With the rope around her body, she struggled to wake up from time to time and wanted to open her eyes, but in the end she still couldn't lift such heavy eyelids. Gradually, she seemed to be losing consciousness. All she had was that she was still in her brain. It was turning, and the fingers touching her body felt familiar and warm.

These hands were not Zhu Meina's, and Zhu Meina's fingertips were cold.

When she woke up the next day, she had indeed changed her clothes. This time, she did not ask anything, but went directly to the bathroom, washed her clothes, and hung them up one by one.

"Yan Huan, can we not eat white flour today?"

Zhu Meina really couldn't stand it. Three meals a day, white flour, no vegetables, only salt. Can she really not eat white flour? She wanted to vomit.

Yan Huan suddenly raised his face and stared at her face seriously, which made Zhu Meina feel guilty.

"Why are you looking at me like this?" Zhu Meina touched her face, "What, is my face dirty?" Or did I not wash it clean just now, or did I not put on makeup well, draw my eyebrows differently, or smear the lipstick. "

And it must be said that some people are vain to a certain extent. Even if they are eating white flour, even if they are at home, even if they use low-quality cosmetics, they never forget to put on makeup every day.

Even if they don't leave the house, they will make themselves beautiful after sitting for an hour.

Yan Huan still opened his eyes, almost piercing Zhu Meina's heart, making Zhu Meina's heart jump. What's wrong? Why is he looking at her like this?

Is her face really not clean?