Halfway through the way, she suddenly remembered something and took out her cell phone to send a text message to Chen Jiayu: [Are you leaving?

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【Just getting on the bus.

What's wrong?

】Chen Jiayu returned quickly.

【It's okay, my mother steamed mooncakes, and I wanted to get some for you...】

[I'll go back now and wait for me for three minutes.

】

Zhu Zhu was stunned for a moment and deleted the words "Since you left, forget it" that did not send out in the input box.

She went to the backyard to give Zhu Yi two, and then ran back to the kitchen to get them.

Song Li glanced at her: "Why are you doing so much?"

"I'll go back to the house to eat."

Zhu Zhu hurriedly ran away with the plate.

She returned to the bedroom, opened the curtains and saw that a taxi was parked outside.

She quickly found a clean small box, put all eight small mooncakes in, and tiptoed out with the box in her arms. When she passed by the kitchen, she hugged and slipped over.

She didn't dare to close the door, and ran outside. Chen Jiayu fell down the car window in advance. Zhu Zhu went over and stuffed the box on him, and threw it, "Eat while it's hot."

Then he ran back.

Chen Jiayu didn't even have time to say a word.

He opened the box and eight crystal clear mooncakes were still steaming, looking very cute.

The driver saw it and smiled: "Young man is so happy, you have such a girlfriend."

Chen Jiayu's smile slightly lowered his lips, "Sister."

"Soons or later."

The driver smiled and stepped on the accelerator.

In the evening, the family of four gathered together to have a meal.

Song Li steamed crabs, made moon cakes, and Zhu Yi also fryed several dishes.

Zhu Zhu reached out to get the mooncakes, and Song Li photographed her, "I ate so much in the morning, and I still ate it, be careful of my injury."

Zhu Zhu: “…”

She went to get the crab again, but it was really hard to peel it. She tried it twice and handed it to Zhu Yan: "Brother, please help me peel it."

Zhu Yan glanced at her: "Do you have no hands?"

Zhu Zhu: “…”

She was so desperate.

After dinner, Zhu Yan returned to the bedroom to play games, and Zhu Yi and Song Li watched the party outside.

Zhu Zhu remembered that there were still a lot of mooncakes left, so she walked quietly to the kitchen...

"Pig."

Song Li suddenly called her, "Don't steal mooncakes!"

Zhu Zhu's movements froze.

"I've eaten nine of them today! I want to eat them for a few days before making them. The rest is for Xiaoyu. When you go to school, I'll send them to him.

This kid brought so many gifts to our house last time…”

Zhu Zhu's originally desperate mood was instantly filled with sunshine.

"School will take several days to start. The mooncakes you made do not have preservatives, so they will probably be broken by then.

I'll call a courier tomorrow and send it to him."

When Song Li heard this, "That's OK."

Zhu Zhu held back her snickering, found a box to put all the remaining mooncakes in, and then carried them back to her bedroom.

She thought for a while, dragged Chen Jiayu's WeChat out of the blacklist and clicked to add friends.

Just take it as a cheaper one.

No review, pass directly.

She took a lot of photos at the small box and picked out one that looked the most delicious and sent it out.

When Chen Jiayu saw the WeChat message popping up on his phone, his heart moved.

The feeling of numb and numb heart ischemia is coming again.

He clicked.

It's Zhu Zhu, not Pig: [My mother asked me to send you the mooncakes. I've already given them to you in the morning. Now these are mine.

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It's Zhu Zhu, not Pig: [If my mother asks you, don't let it go.

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It’s Zhu Zhu, not Pig: [Happy Mid-Autumn Festival.

】

Three in a row, Chen Jiayu looked at it for a long time before replying to a word:

【good.

】

My little one.

My brother is having a happy Mid-Autumn Festival.

——

A few days later, Chen Jiayu took the time to have a heart CT scan.

Such difficult days have come, and now his children have forgiven him for reconciling with him, and he does not want to die young at all.

As a result, he looked at the order he was holding for a while and all the data were excellent.

His heart seems to be fine.

But he is not a clinical person after all, and sometimes, the examination results do not represent everything.

When he contacted Director Luo of the Heart Disease Research Center, he sent the CT result to the other party. After reading it, Director Luo said, "Professor Chen, your heart is healthy enough to live to 180 years old."

"But I occasionally had palpitations and arrhythmia in the other day."

Director Luo listened attentively to the symptoms described by Chen Jiayu. The elder who was in his fifties who had almost seen through life said earnestly:
Chapter completed!