Even though she has settled the feud with her sister now, he still hates her.
He feels like he can never go back to the obedient and sensible Jingyou he was when he was a child.
"Yangyang, have you brought your mobile phone?" Zhang Mofei walked quickly to Pei Mochen.
She wanted to call Zhang Jingyou.
I felt very uneasy.
She was so irresponsible that she only remembered that her sister was not back until now.
Pei Mochen took out her cell phone from her pocket and handed it to Zhang Mofei, "I didn't save her number."
"I remember." Zhang Mofei took the phone, pressed Zhang Jingyou's phone number skillfully with her fingers, and put the phone to her ear with anxious eyes.
When she heard the slow beep, she was slightly relieved. At least she could still get through to her phone.
I don’t remember how many times it rang, but Zhang Jingyou answered the phone.
"Brother Mo Shen."
Zhang Jingyou's voice was still soft and smooth.
When Zhang Mofei heard her voice, a big stone fell in his heart, "Jingyou, it's me, why haven't you come back yet?"
"I'm on my way and I'll be back soon."
"Do you want me to pick you up?"
"Need not."
After talking to Zhang Jingyou, Zhang Mofei's expression relaxed and she stuffed her phone back into Pei Mochen's pocket.
About to take back his hand, Pei Mochen grabbed her wrist and said, "How are you going to repay me if I lend you my cell phone to call you?"
After asking, he raised his eyebrows at her and smiled with unclear meaning.
"..." Zhang Mofei frowned and looked at the man in front of him with evil thoughts again.
Why don't you just borrow his mobile phone and make a call? This will also allow him to use the topic to his advantage, so no resources will be wasted.
She reached out to turn off the light, but before turning off the light, she wanted to take a look at the photo on Jingyou's bedside table.
His eyes inadvertently glanced at the cross-stitch stacked on Zhang Jingyou's computer desk.
She curled her lips in a funny way. The otaku is good at technology, while the otaku is doing embroidery.
I'm very curious about what she embroidered.
He took out the hand held by Pei Mochen, turned around, walked to the computer desk, and opened the folded cross-stitch.
A very big pair, one meter long and fifty to sixty meters wide.
The eight words "Holding your hand and growing old together with me" are embroidered with gold and red thread, which is elegant and graceful.
She lowered her gaze, 'Zhang Mofei & Pei Mochen'.
A warm current passed through my heart, and my thumb gently touched the words that my sister had embroidered stitch by stitch, and my eyes were a little warm with emotion.
Jingyou has always been more sensible than her.
"Brother Mo Shen, sister."
Zhang Jingyou suddenly came back.
Zhang Mofei heard her voice and hurriedly folded the cross stitch, turned around and looked at her with a smile, "Jingyou is back."
The steps met her.
Zhang Jingyou just came back from outside, and the tip of her nose was a little red.
After taking off the hat, her long hair fell down her back, vertical and smooth.
Standing in front of Zhang Mofei, she looked like a well-behaved and sensible child, "Today is a classmate's birthday, so I'm a little late. I'm sorry."
Zhang Mofei smiled lovingly and ruffled her hair, "Silly girl, there's nothing wrong with going out to play. Next time you're late, remember to call me and have someone pick you up."
All the worries and uneasiness in her heart disappeared because of the cross-stitch.
My sister was really relieved.
Zhang Jingyou smiled and said no more.
"It's getting late, you should wash up and get some rest early."
Zhang Mofei saw that Pei Mochen was waiting at the door and wouldn't give up, so he thought it would be better to leave first and chat with Jingyou another day.
Zhang Jingyou nodded with a 'hmm', smiled and said 'good night' to Zhang Mofei and Pei Mochen.'