"Brother Ziyi."

Mo Ziyi let go of his hand, and Qingqing's little face immediately changed.

There was a little aggrieved and sadness in those clear eyes. Without thinking, he immediately reached out to grab Mo Ziyi's hand, and grabbed it tightly, for fear that he would throw it away.

The sound of the words was even more grievance, and there was a pitiful look on his little face.

Every time she showed this expression and looked at Mo Ziyi pitifully, even if there was more anger in Ziyi's heart, it would disappear.

This time was no exception. Mo Ziyi finally surrendered to Qingqing's pitiful appearance, held her hand with her backhand, and said earnestly, "It's not that I don't allow you to eat candy or chocolate, but that you will feel uncomfortable when you have a toothache, so eat as little sweets as possible."

"Brother Ziyi, I know, I will listen to you in the future."

Qingqing often makes mistakes, but the speed and attitude of admitting mistakes are absolutely good.

Usually, if Ziyi says anything, she will agree well. After that, she will continue to make mistakes, but Ziyi can do nothing to her.

"real?"

"Really, I promise, I don't believe that if I don't believe me, Brother Ziyi, will hook up." Qingqing said, stretching out her other white and tender little hand.

Zi Yi looked at her serious appearance and felt soft. She smiled unconsciously on her lips, and her eyes softened, "Okay, I'll hook you, I can't regret it if I pull the hook. Let me tell me when I want to eat candy in the future."

"I know, I know, Brother Ziyi said that Qingqing can eat candy three times a month." A bright smile appeared on Qingqing's face, and her eyes lit up by the smile were even more dazzling.

The two of them stood by the roadside and pulled their hooks. The soft moonlight hit them, like a thin layer of gauze coat. At this moment, the two little girls were like a beautiful painting.

"Okay, now go home to do your homework."

After pulling the hook, Ziyi wanted to touch Qingqing's head with love. Qingqing was as obedient as a pet, allowing Ziyi to rub her hair.

**

Wen's family

Wen Jin coaxed his daughter to sleep and came to Zhang Minghui's room. He saw Zhang Minghui leaning against the bedside reading a book.

He walked to the edge of the bed and sat down, looked at Zhang Minghui, and said inadvertently, "I heard your aunt say you are in a bad mood?"

Zhang Minghui closed the book in his hand, looked up at Wen Jin, and showed a reluctant smile, "Uncle, I'm fine."

Wen Jin smiled gently, "Can't it be a conflict with Ziyi?"

"There was no conflict, I was just scolded by Zi Yi." The smile on Zhang Minghui's face disappeared, his voice was a little dull.

Wen Jinjun raised her eyebrows and raised her voice slightly, "Oh, why?"

Zhang Minghui hesitated for two seconds and answered his words, "I thought that my aunt gave me the chocolate last night. I thought that Sister Qingqing liked to eat it, so I gave it to her today."

"I see."

Wen Jin suddenly realized that he was Mo Ziyi's second uncle and naturally knew his nephew.

"Zi Yi is a bit strict with not allowing Qingqing to eat candy, but it is also for Qingqing to be good. No one can coax Qingqing when she has a toothache. Zi Yi must coax her, so he is strict with her."

"I'm also blamed for this. Even though I know that Zi Yi doesn't allow Qingqing's sister to eat candy, she still has to give it to her secretly."

"Then just don't give her candy next time. Don't sing the opposite tune with Ziyi when it comes to Qingqing, he treats Qingqing as a treasure."

At this point, Zi Yi and Mo Xiuchen are quite similar.

Zhang Minghui lowered his eyes, "I won't know anymore, I don't want to be misunderstood by Zi Yi."

"Then don't be depressed anymore. You and Zi Yi have known each other for so many years, so you should know his temperament." Wen Jin patted his shoulder comfortably.

He stood up and said, "Go to bed early and don't read too late."

**

The next day, when Zi Yi was sending Qingqing to the classroom, he met the little boy who gave Qingqing chocolate yesterday at the door of the classroom.

Because Zi Yi was there, the boy saw Qingqing and just smiled at her and didn't dare to say hello.

Qingqing also smiled at him friendly, but Zi Yi's handsome little face curled up and called out to the little boy, "Kid, wait a moment."

"Did you call me?"

The little boy was stunned and looked at Mo Ziyi blankly.

Mo Ziyi nodded, held Qingqing's hand and let go, gave her the schoolbag, and said softly, "Qingqing, go into the classroom first."

"oh."

Qingqing smiled slightly, borrowed her schoolbag, waved goodbye to Ziyi, and ran into the classroom.

"You gave Qingqing chocolate yesterday?"

As soon as Qingqing entered the classroom, Mo Ziyi had a warm spring transition to the cold early winter. Although his voice was calm, the displeasure in his tone was obvious.

The little boy's eyes flashed, "Last time Qingqing helped me, I gave her chocolate to thank her."

"What did you help you?"

"This is the secret between Qingqing and I, I can't tell you."

When Zi Yi heard this, her face became even more ugly, and a sneer curls up at the corner of her mouth, "I don't want to know yet."

Before the little boy breathed a sigh of relief, he heard him say, "But, you are not allowed to give Qingqing any more gifts in the future. Her food, clothing and play are all the best. The things you send may be unclean and make her sick."

"What I gave is not something that is unclean."

Although the little boy was afraid of Zi Yi, he obviously felt insulted and blushed and retorted loudly.

A classmate next to him turned to see them, and Mo Ziyi was calm and calm and did not care.

But the little boy took out yesterday's chocolate from his schoolbag angrily and showed it to Mo Ziyi, "This is what I gave to Qingqing yesterday."

"That's the chocolate?"

Zi Yi looked at the chocolate in the little boy's hand and raised a handsome eyebrows.

"This is something my mother brought for me from abroad." The little boy flattened his mouth aggrievedly, his eyes slightly red.

Mo Ziyi rolled her eyes and said lazily, "Okay, for you, this may be a very precious thing, but for Qingqing, it is not just a little different from the chocolate she eats. So, what you think is precious is not suitable for her."

“…”

The little boy pursed his lips, but he stopped talking despite his grievances.

"I don't mean to look down on you. You just need to stop giving Qingqing gifts in the future."

"One day I will be as rich as you and buy the best gift for Qingqing." The little boy threw down this sentence as if he was provocative, and stopped looking at Mo Ziyi and hurried into the classroom.

Mo Ziyi sneered, "It's not dark yet, and I'm starting to dream again."

If you have as much money as him, can you give Qingqing the best one?

However, the little boy's words reminded him that he should take Qingqing more seriously in the future so that everyone can overestimate their ability to steal his future girlfriend.
Chapter completed!