A magnificent and magnificent fire clouds in the sky, and the red color at the sunset is the strongest stroke in the sky.

There were crowds of people in the station, and there were pedestrians outside the station.

The elementary school student walked in front with a box heavier than hers, while Lin Jingyu followed her leisurely behind her. Sure enough, the best thing in the world is to eat soft food.

It's dark late in summer, and it's past seven o'clock, and the sky hasn't completely darkened. The towering buildings in the distance and the palms on the roadside are shrouded in a faint twilight.

Lin Jingyu had sharp eyes and saw his car at a glance.

He told his mother that he would arrive at seven o'clock, but generally speaking, Zhou Momei would definitely come to the station in advance to wait.

"Then." Lin Jingyu patted the senior sister's arm.

"Oh, OK."

The primary school student looked around and didn't see the person who was drinking the feast and felt a little disappointed.

but……

This is true every year, and there seems to be nothing to lose.

Lin Jingyu knew what his senior sister was thinking, and then pulled her senior sister and said, "Don't think too much, maybe my aunt and my mother are together."

"Or it's not convenient to come, so I cooked food at home and waited for you to come home."

Lu Youyou didn't say anything else, just nodded: "Yes."

"It's okay, I really can't wait for me to drive you. I've got my driver's license."

"good."

“…”

“…”

Zhou Momei saw two children in the car window.

"I'm so angry!" Zhou Momei gritted her teeth and suddenly said viciously.

"What's wrong?" asked Yan Yinxiang, the co-pilot.

Zhou Momei rolled down the car window and pointed: "Look."

I don't know how to evaluate the scene in front of me.

The tall and big Lin Jingyu walked easily next to the girl with a small suitcase. They seemed to have exchanged suitcases. The girl dragged Lin Jingyu's suitcases. Although she was still taller than the suitcases, in terms of visual effects, the suitcase was larger than Lu Youyou. It was as if she was about to be crushed to death by the suitcases.

Zhou Momei was very angry.

This damn bastard actually asked the girl's house to help him get his suitcase.

Disgrace his father's face!

Feasting incense: "…"

The feast was silent.

But forget it.

Just be happy.

She felt that with her girl's force, there was no possibility of being oppressed.

Zhou Momei angrily pushed open the car door and followed Yan Yinxiang.

"Mom!" Lin Jingyu was very excited.

Finally back home!

Generally speaking, I am happy two days before I go home, and he can be the local emperor at home.

"Yes." Zhou Momei was faint.

Lin Jingyu: "..."

Um……

Lin Jingyu felt that he might have returned to the wrong home. Today, the situation is not right.

Lu Youyou looked at the woman next to Zhou Momei and then quietly looked up at her.

Yan Yinxiang was also secretly watching Lu Youyou, but these two people were awkward and neither of them spoke first.

"Mom, open the trunk and I'll stuff two suitcases in it." Lin Jingyu said.

"Oh." It's a good thing. Zhou Momei aimed the car key at the car itself and pressed it.

Soon the trunk of the car lifted its own skull.

Lin Jingyu was about to put both suitcases in, but the primary school student took the lead.

"Senior sister, I'll help you." Lin Jingyu said hurriedly.

It’s one thing to drag the suitcase away, it’s another thing to lift the suitcase up and stuff it into the trunk. Don’t wait for the senior sister to flash her waist.

Lu Youyou didn't respond.

Small things.

She just needs to come alone, and there is no need for Lin Jingyu.

Then, the primary school student exerted force from his waist, let out a "huh" sound, lifted two suitcases one by one and one behind and stuffed them into the car.

"Okay." Lu Youyou clapped her hands.

Lin Jingyu: "..."

Zhou Momei: “…”

A daughter in the Lu family grew up and she was very proud of the world.

Suddenly, Zhou Momei saw Lin Jingyu no longer sternly, and she rarely gave him a good face. She even looked at Lin Jingyu with a hint of sympathy.

Well, her son will be very pitiful in the future.

"Get in the car." Zhou Momei said, "Go home first."

...

The car was in the passenger seat, and the two children sat in the back seat.

Yan Yinxiang pulled the bag in front of her, hesitated for a moment, and finally turned around with two cups of milk tea, and handed Lu Youyou a cup like he was pleased. The other cup was given to Lin Jingyu.

"Thank you aunt." Lin Jingyu squeezed out a smile.

"Um."

There was still one cup left, but Lu Youyou didn't pick it up.

Yan Yinxiang's face became aggrieved and looked at Lu Youyou pitifully.

Lu Youyou bit her lip without saying a word. She hesitated for a moment, and finally reached out to take it.

The feast smelled relieved.

Lin Jingyu leaned forward slightly and said in confusion: "Mom, which home are we going to?"

Zhou Momei was not angry: "Then how many families do you think you have?"

Lin Jingyu: "..."

All right.

He knew it.

Lu Youyou: "..."

Lu Youyou felt something was wrong. If Aunt Zhou and Lin Jingyu returned to their home, she and Yan Yinxiang were in the car, so they would definitely go together.

So, she hasn't talked with Lin Jingyu for long, so why is she going to come to the door?

After driving the car to the underground garage, Zhou Momei and Lin Jingyu each held a suitcase. She was not as shameless as Lin Jingyu.

Lu Youyou thought about the consequences, but she couldn't resist the feast and fragrant wine, so she could only follow them empty-handedly.

The group took the elevator up.

I found a place to prepare the suitcase, and then Zhou Momei took Lu Youyou to her room.

"You will fall asleep tonight, you can have quilts, bed sheets, etc., and the air conditioner can be turned on. If you lack anything, tell your aunt, do you know?"

Lu Youyou nodded politely, "Thank you aunt."

Zhou Momei thought about it and couldn't help but say, "This bed was made by your mother for you."

Lu Youyou: "..."

——

At this moment, the feast is cooking in the kitchen. The rustling sound of the faucet, the collision between the spatula and the iron pot...

A little fragrance wafts out from time to time in the kitchen.

Very tempting.
To be continued...