"Is it enough? If it's not enough, I'll go and borrow some from my dad," Mu Qian's voice was a little gentle.

"Well, enough, I, I will pay you back in the future. Then, goodbye..."

"bye."

Song Shijing held the bill in her hand, turned around and trotted away.

Mu Qian looked at her back for a while, and when she got up the slope, she shrugged and walked back to the room with her pants pockets in her arms.

Borrowing money... is purely because she brought considerable benefits to the store yesterday! Absolutely not, because of some other strange reasons!

Well, that's right.

When I returned home, my father was reading the newspaper, Xiaoling was lowering her head and thinking about her immature life, and my mother worked hard for breakfast in the kitchen...

Mu Qian was a little strange. No one asked who the girl was? He clearly felt a few gazes just now.

"It's time to have a meal, Xiao Qian goes and change his clothes." Mother urged.

"Okay," Mu Qian responded, took relaxed steps and hummed a little tune and climbed up the stairs.

The remaining three-quarters of the house appeared at the entrance of the stairs magically and looked upwards.

Dad held his glasses and said, "Under what circumstances can you be so happy when you borrow money?"

Xiaoling suddenly realized again: "The fetal position is normal!"

Bo! Mom took action again, Xiaoling continued to cry. Following the idea just now, it must be this conclusion...

Mom sighed: "Xiaoqian came back late yesterday."

"To be honest, my son is almost adult," Dad sighed with a smile.

The couple looked at each other a few times, and smiled knowingly at the same time.

"Honey, it's time to give Xiao Qian some pocket money. He is still in school and it's not good to go out to work."

"Well, you can make more food for Xiao Qian to replenish his vitality and give him more nutrition. After all, he is still growing up... and make one for me."

Xiaoling tilted her head and looked at her parents' backs snuggling with affection, and her forehead was covered with question marks.

Why can my brother borrow money and increase my pocket money... Well, don’t care about these things, anyway, my brother always has a share of my pocket money from my sister!

Mu Qian upstairs smiled and pretended not to hear these strange words. He stood in front of the closet and hesitated for a while, unexpectedly found himself... he was thinking about what to wear today.

What's the point of caring about this! Isn't it better to just clean the clothes!

I reached out and stopped at a jersey, moved a few centimeters... and moved a few centimeters...

Fifteen minutes later, Mu Qian, who was wearing the jersey at the beginning, walked into the living room with slippers.

"Ha! Are you going to play football today?" Xiaoling, who was serving the meal, cheered, "You can be a cheerleader again!"

Mu Qian smiled and said, "Why are you so passionate about coming on?"

"Because my brother is the most handsome when he plays football! Oh no, he is very handsome when he falls asleep... he is very handsome when he plays games... he is very handsome when he is the most handsome when he is the most handsome when he is the most handsome."

The most handsome when you act coquettishly and show a helpless smile.

"I won't go today. I'm playing football in such a hot day. What should I do if I have heatstroke?" Mu Qian rubbed her head, took her mobile phone to browse the message, and ignored the unfamiliar dozen missed calls.

Sitting in a fixed position in the dining chair, leaving some footprints on the dynamics of several friends who have good relationships, I got on the right track for a wonderful day.

"Cough! Xiao Qian," the stern and old-fashioned father coughed, "Although summer practice is very important, don't ignore summer homework. Students should have the duty of students."

"It's done, don't worry, dad." Mu Qian put his phone on the desktop, and the breakfast was counted, so he was waiting for his mother to take her seat.

"Well, that's good."

This father seemed a little reluctant to speak.

"Xiao Qian eats more, don't be too tired."

My mother put a large bowl of porridge in front of Mu Qian, and when she sat down, she even touched her father.

Then... Mu Qian automatically ignored the middle-aged couple who were constantly communicating with their eyes, lowered their heads and started to take energy intake, and continued to browse the news pushed by their mobile phones.

Suddenly, the eyes of her parents fell on Xiaoling. Xiaoling, who had been lowering her head and pretending to have nothing to see, shivered. She suddenly felt that her father's strict attributes and her mother's gentle attributes became so dazzling in the two gazes...

His little hand was one-third of the position under the chopsticks, poking his own rice porridge, and his little face was placed next to the bowl. "Brother~"

"What's wrong? I feel uncomfortable? Why is the sound of a sheep trembling?" Mu Qian looked at the screen of his phone and replied casually.

"Brother...that, that, that, the weird aunt in the morning...will it be my sister-in-law?"

"Cough! Cough!"

Even if it is the strongest in the universe, it cannot beat the rice soup that chokes the throat.

"That's a colleague, really!"

Mom: "I have a good figure. I look older than Xiao Qian. It's also good to hold gold bricks."

Dad: "Have outstanding temperament."

"Dad, mom," Mu Qian's complaints were all weak. "Often parents should be angry when facing high school students' love problems..."

"Xiao Qian is so outstanding, of course it's okay," my mother smiled and squinted, "Just don't delay learning and future planning."

Dad: "The other point is to take defensive measures. Huh, even boys should actually be purer."

"Isn't brother pure?" Xiaoling asked worriedly.

Mu Qian: "Don't talk nonsense, kid."

"I'm already the third year of junior high school!"

Mom: "You can't fall in love even when you are in high school!"

"Hate! If my brother hadn't always loved me, I would have been so sensible! You raised your daughter like this, and my daughter would have run away from home long ago!"

"Ah, everyone eats," Mu Qian greeted quickly.

I couldn't help but hold my forehead with one hand, as if I heard the sound of something collapsing.

The female demon-removing master was really troublesome. Although she was unintentional, she had already brought a shock to her warm family of four.

[Human Research Report·Supplement]: Never underestimate the degree of gossip about human parents’ social interactions with their children.

This one is written in the notebook when you get back to your room.

...

When we met with the expert from the International Crime Investigation Organization, Song Shijing set the junction between noon and afternoon.

This time point was carefully selected by Song Shijing. There is a high probability that the other party has eaten lunch. Moreover, the two o'clock is usually the hottest time. The other party will definitely not be able to withstand the heat and end the meeting in advance.

In this way, she can save only one reception fund with pride.

"Trip, meditate, huh!"

Song Shijing was wearing a windbreaker and standing in the shade of the trees by the river. Fortunately, she didn't wear a scarf, otherwise she would have had heatstroke now.

In order to thank Mu Qian, a good boy who took action and helped her in the most difficult stage, she decided to... take him as his younger brother as soon as possible, and take him to enjoy the most delicious food and drink spicy food in the future. During her paid vacation every year, she would take him out for a trip to see the world.

I am always in this small town and my horizons cannot be broadened.

"that……"

A shout came from the side, and Song Shijing was stunned for a moment, turned her head and looked over.

Even by the river, there were no pedestrians at this time. When she saw the...the weird uncle with dark circles standing in front of her...

Under the slightly dirty shirt is a bright red vest, to the shorts on the knees, and the calves with strong legs are carried by two big feet in slippers.

Song Shijing remembered a famous saying: Whether a man is casual or sloppy depends mainly on his appearance; being handsome is casual.

He pulled down his sunglasses and glanced at him. This person's hair was so oily...

"Uncle, what's wrong? Oh, I'm waiting for someone. I'm level 33 in close combat. If you take action, you will be disabled."

"That, is Xiao Song..."

Chen Shaoyong raised his hand, originally trying to scratch his head. Although he was already married, he was a little bad at partnering with girls. He didn't know where to start with his self-introduction and didn't prepare anything.

You can't just say that you are a senior agent, that's so vulgar.

But as soon as he finished raising his hand, he saw the long fluttering hair... his wrist was actually caught by the girl in front of him with a very quick movement!

Song Shijing tried hard to twist her waist, and her slender arm was blessed with spiritual power.

Perfect! Song's falls over his shoulder!

Wow!

A dark shadow passed by, and a splash of water splashed on the river.

With a slight pout, Song Shijing pushed her sunglasses and continued to stand in the shade of the tree with a quiet time. She took a tissue to wipe her hands. Naturally, she felt the loneliness of a master.

So much oil.

Well? This guy seemed to have shouted...

Xiao?Song?
Chapter completed!