Song Shijing?

"I know," Ren Ying put a shrimp meat on Xiaoling's plate and smiled gently, "She is my main competitor, and I have been dealing with her these days."

Xiaoling: Humph, I am the competitor of you two!

Because Sister Ren Ying seems to be in a bad mood, she will not provoke them to compete against each other, be jealous or something... waiting for the future.

Xiaoling's little trick.

"Xiao Ling, do you want to leave here with your brother?" Ren Ying asked in a low voice, and had already started helping Xiao Ling peel the crab shells.

This is a table of delicacies.

It would be fine if I didn't mention this, but when I mentioned this, Xiaoling's face collapsed at that time, with a look of sorrow.

"Yeah, yeah." Xiaoling shook her head.

"What's the matter?"

"No, my brother goes to take care of my father, I want to take care of my mother at home..." Xiaoling pouted, and the delicacies in the mountains and seas were a bit boring.

Ren Ying took off her gloves and stroked Xiaoling's bangs with her little hands, "It's okay, my brother won't really leave you."

Although it is true that this is true, Xiaoling is still a little depressed.

"I just worry that I'm not by my brother's side, there will always be many girls watching..." Xiaoling suddenly realized that she was wrong and stuck out her tongue and made corrections by acting cute. "Brother is more popular among girls."

"This is true..."

Ren Ying lowered her head and thought about something, and seemed a little unhappy.

Xiaoling: "Sister, will I ask for it presumptuously?"

"Okay," Ren Ying brought Xiaoling a glass of juice, "Just ask."

"You know your brother...that's right," Xiaoling was a little confused, "You are not, no, what is the opportunity for you to have that relationship with your brother?"

And that aspect, which aspect?

Looking at Xiaoling's cute sister, Ren Ying really wanted to rub her little head more. Having this sister is definitely a plus for my brother to pick up girls...

"That's right, when did I fall in love with your brother, right?" Ren Ying was so generous that it made Xiao Ling's face a little red.

"Um!"

"This... there must be a story," Ren Ying's mouth smiled slightly, "Do you want to listen?"

"Uh-huh!"

"It's winter. Your brother and I went to the first year of high school, last semester..."

Ren Ying told the story of the rain that day that year, the beautiful encounters in the town streets, and the small expectations of the little soul...

"But until now, I don't know whether to like him more or be grateful to him more."

"Thank you?" Xiaoling's head tilted.

Ren Ying put his hands under the table, recalling the blurry but clear feeling at the beginning, "It's hard to say this feeling. When I hit him, I felt a sense of security that I had never felt before. When I looked up at him..."

Ren Ying's face turned red and hesitated and couldn't continue to say anything.

Xiaoling nodded thoughtfully beside him.

It turns out that it wasn't the sister that my brother took the initiative to chase... By the way, does my brother's charming halo have a switch? Can I turn it off directly...

If you want your brother to go out, maybe there will be a few sisters-in-laws at any time!

"By the way, Sister Ren Ying, will you... go with your brother?" Xiaoling asked a little nervously.

Ren Ying was stunned. She had never considered this issue before.

On the long dining table, two maids came up to change dishes, but the two girls fell into their own minds.

...

Mu Qian sat in the car, enjoying this luxurious car of the rich class. He thought he was a little too homeless, but he felt a little uncomfortable...

"Mr. Zhen," the driver whispered, "It's still half a minute's drive from your home. Do you need to prepare anything?"

People are very professional.

Mu Qian said no, and couldn't help but look at his appearance slightly in front of the mirror on the backrest of the front seat.

The flat head, with a little ordinary appearance, a little dull look, and a little lazy...

It's so ordinary, how could he leak his handsome and handsome voice...

"Mr. Zhen, here."

"Yeah, it's trouble."

The driver ran down and opened the car door for Mu Qian. In response to the gaze coming out of the living room window, Mu Qian walked out of the car.

There should be background music here.

You can plagiarize the classic dubbing of Gambling Saint Gambling Heroes Gambling Master.

"I'm back, be prepared." Su Qing said in a low voice. The four old, weak, sick and disabled sitting on the sofa in the living room had abnormal movements.

"Is Xiao Qian's friend?" Zhen's mother hung a few question marks on her head, looked at the extended luxury car, and made the most conservative guess: "Did this friend drive for some big boss?"

"Our child will definitely have a future in the future. This is a help from noble people!" Zhen's father suddenly had a lot of thoughts.

The driver was waiting outside. Mu Qian had already walked to the door and raised his hand to pull the door handle...

A dark light spread before his eyes. What he opened seemed not to the door of the house, but a world with dim light...

"Senior..." Su Qing's voice came in the darkness. Four beams of light appeared in front of Mu Qian's eyes, and four figures were below the beam.

The old man was sitting upright with a cane, the girl had a lollipop stick next to her mouth, and the woman in the palace dress smiled bitterly on her face, and the lame middle-aged man's injured leg was posing in front...

Pretend to be a ghost.

Mu Qian glanced at the corner of his mouth and said, "Get out."

The light suddenly shone, and the old man with white hair and white eyebrows groaned, and the surrounding environment immediately turned into the original living room.

‘Xiao Qian…you’re back…’

‘These guests…’

My parents were greeting him, but the sound seemed to be outside the picture; the direct change of reality and the environment made him and the four guests feel uncomfortable for a moment.

"Ah, I'm back." Mu Qian smiled and nodded to his parents, his cold face seemed to be fake.

"Cough! Cough cough cough!"

The white-browed old man on the sofa coughed, and the blood stains on his mouth were touched without any trace. The girl next to him immediately supported the old man and slapped him.

Su Qing's face turned a little white, and the lame middle-aged man frowned deeply.

"Mr. Zhen..." Su Qing stood up and shouted nervously.

Dad Zhen subconsciously replied: "What's wrong?"

Su Qing was so embarrassed. She just called Mu Qian and said... But Su Qing had a good reaction, so she took it with the situation, "Mr. Zhen, can we spend a while with the son? Thank you."

"Oh, OK," Dad Zhen quickly agreed, then looked at Mu Qian with a little confused look.

Mu Qian smiled and said, "Dad who is okay."

Dad Zhen: "Then I'll go back to my room with my mom. If you have any questions, call us."

Although Zhen’s mother was a little reluctant, the head of the family spoke in front of outsiders, and she could not save her husband’s face.
Chapter completed!