Zhou Yaling rolled her eyes.

"Sister, isn't it just to give you a big surprise?"

The little guy's eyes are a little suspicious. Is this really the case? Are you sure you haven't forgotten?

"Don't look at it. When did my sister come back without bringing a gift for our family's candy?"

"The gift is in the suitcase. I'll give it to you when I get back."

There is really a gift, and the little guy’s mouth smiles like a crescent moon.

"Hehe, Guo'er knows that my sister loves Guo'er the most."

"Oh? My sister loves Guo'er the most. What about my brother?" Mo Jingchun was jealous! The little guy overturned the jealous jar with his own hands.

For a moment, the little guy was a little confused.

There are fruit on the tree, you and me under the tree.

Sitting in rows under the Stupid Tree, each person has a Stupid Fruit.

You and I are still confused, but it turns out it’s not just me who is confused.

There is a confused soul under the confused tree, and a confused person among the confused soul.

One person is confused and confused, and confusion is the most ecstatic thing in life.

Brother, we are still jealous. Brother, can't you see that Guo'er is trying to make her sister happy? Otherwise, how would you get the gift?

"Oh my, my brother and sister both love fruits the most."

"That's pretty much it."

A few minutes later, the little guy looked at the road outside and asked doubtfully: "Brother, aren't we going home?"

Mo Jingchun said with a smile: "You still know the road, how do you know that this road is not the way home."

"Brother, I'm just young, not stupid!"

"Guoer's memory is very good."

"Guoer also knows that if you turn right at the intersection ahead, you can go home, but it will take a long detour."

“Awesome!”

"Okay, I'm going to show my hand. My brother doesn't want to cook today. Let's go to a restaurant to eat."

What a feast! The little guy’s eyes lit up.

"Brother, Guo'er wants to eat fried corn."

At the dinner party in the evening, Mo Jingchun called his uncle and his family.

At the dinner table, Mo Jingchun looked at his grandfather's darkened face and asked worriedly:

"Grandpa, you have to take the medicine prescribed by the doctor on time."

Unexpectedly, my grandpa burst out laughing and said, "Eat it, eat it. I can't bear to waste such expensive medicine."

"Don't worry about me so much, that's what happens when you get old."

"Maybe one day I will close my eyes, kick my legs, and be free from the world."

"I have enjoyed enough happiness."

The old man wanted to say something else, but Zhou Xing put down his wine glass.

"Bah, bah, bah! What are you talking about?!"

"Now is the time to enjoy happiness, so why say unlucky words."

"What's the point of being old? Your granddaughter hasn't even gotten married yet, and your grandson hasn't gotten married yet and has children. Don't you regret not watching your descendants get better and better?"

"Hahaha, that's right, that's right."

The old man patted his chest and laughed and said: "Xiaochun, don't look at my illness, grandpa. Hey, the more I am like this, the longer I will live."

"Old men who look healthy and don't catch a cold all year round are often more likely to die."

Hearing this, Mo Jingchun rolled his eyes, "Don't ever think like that."

"Regular inspections should be done every week."

"I know, I know, I'm not a child."

Mo Jingchun opened his mouth, but stopped talking.

Compared with children, the elderly do not like to listen to others' nagging and are more rebellious.

Forget it, let's wait a few days and let Candy speak. What the little guy said is more effective than what the doctor said to the old man.

That's the little devil who dares to pull his beard at every turn.

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"Should you and Guoer sleep on the third floor at night, or should you and Guoer sleep on the second floor?"

Zhou Yaling, who had just put down her schoolbag and was about to open her suitcase and take out a gift, raised her head in confusion and asked: "Second floor?"

"Isn't that your room?"

"Guoer now sleeps in a room alone, and I sleep next door."

"I'd better sleep on the third floor with candy."

"what ever."

The little guy tugged at Zhou Yaling's trousers and said, "Sister, it doesn't matter where you sleep. Be good, let's open the suitcase first."

Mo Jingchun chuckled.

"Ahem, I'm sorry, I really can't help it."

"To be honest, I'm also a little curious about what you brought to Guo'er."

"Dang dang dang! These are the shoes I personally made for Candy!"

Looking at the pretty-looking shoes on Zhou Yaling's hands, Mo Jingchun and Candy both fell into deep thought.

Do you know Newton's third law? Yes, it has nothing to do with these shoes.

The little guy stretched out his little hand and touched his sister's forehead, and then his own forehead.

"I don't have a fever~"

Mo Jingchun held his stomach and smiled: "Guoer, do you think there is a possibility that it is winter now?"

"How else could your sister hook up a pair of woolen shoes for you?"

"Hahaha~"

Guangdang and Mo Jingchun held their stomachs and laughed non-stop. The little guy burst into tears from laughter and kept tapping the floor tiles with his little hands.

"Hahaha~"

"You can just wear it in winter! I made this by myself, and there is only one pair in the world! If you want it, I will throw it in the trash can."

Mo Jingchun gave the little guy a look, and the little guy quickly stood up, patted the dust on his hands, and took the woolen shoes over.

"Yes, yes."

"Huh, that's pretty much it."

Seeing his sister's arrogant look, the little guy raised his head and looked at his brother, while Mo Jingchun shrugged helplessly.

I have to say that Mo Jingchun will be much happier now that Zhou Yaling is back.

The next morning, as soon as he got up and went downstairs, Mo Jingchun heard the sound of ping-ping-pong-pong-pong coming from the kitchen.

It's Zhou Yaling cooking.

"Morning."

Seeing Mo Jingchun, Zhou Yaling put the iron pot on the stove with a bang.

"Brother, you are so lazy. Candy told me not to have breakfast on Saturdays and Sundays. You are really good at it." Zhou Yaling gave a thumbs up.

"Did Guo'er tell you that even if her brother doesn't get up, she won't be hungry?"

Zhou Yaling sneered and didn't want to pay attention.

"Woof woof woof~" Mo Jingchun patted Xiao Huihui's head and said with some pity in his eyes:

"You're done! Your future food is in the hands of this woman."

"Poor little Huihui~"

"Don't scare it." Zhou Yaling put a bowl of fried eggs on the table, glanced at the big orange cat lying motionless on the sofa, and said:

"Brother, the buns are getting fatter and fatter."

"If you continue like this, you're going to burp sooner or later."

Mo Jingchun, who took a fried dough stick and ate it, said helplessly: "What can I do?"

"Baozi is fed by Guoer. Every time Guoer is afraid that Baozi won't be full."

"I'm not trying to scare you, Baozi's food for a month is higher than your internship salary."

Glancing at Baozi who was still indifferent, Zhou Yaling said with a smile: "Leave it to me. I'm an expert when it comes to losing weight."

"Oh? That's a good relationship. Anyway, I'm not going to work today and tomorrow. If you have nothing to do, just take Baozi out for a walk."

"The rate of turning back, tsk tsk, 100% is nothing to say."
Chapter completed!