My Sister is a Big Star

  The next Sunday, Baby Qin and Qin Ze are going home to live with their parents for one day. After the two brothers and sisters live together with their parents' instructions, they have to go home every weekend. After all, their parents miss their children. Since Qin's mom unlocked the "Blind Date Madness" attribute, Qin Baobao didn't go home much.

  Can't afford to offend, can't I hide it.

  The current rhythm is to go back in half a month. It’s not good not to go home all the time, the old man is going to blow it up.

  By the way, I brought Wang Zijin together. Miss Wang’s sister had a black belly, which caused her to have few friends in Shanghai except Baby Qin. Qin Ze couldn't figure it out at first, how could the little expert in the house fight with his own teasing sister to become best friends. After thinking about it carefully, Qin Baobao may not be worse than Wang Zijian in terms of the kung fu of the house.

  Instructions, he was grown up by his sister.

  I arrived at my parents’ house at 9:30 in the morning. The community was quiet and I didn’t like to come out in the scorching heat. Occasionally there are vehicles coming in and out. The turf in the green belt shone with glistening sunlight, and the leaves curled listlessly.

  Uncle the doorman lay half-dead in front of the fan, Baby Qin frantically honked the horn, which made them reluctant to open the fence.

  It’s rare for the old man to stay at home and stay in the study to watch stock trading software. There is a special notebook to record the trends and changes of individual stocks, sectors, and the market. This is a habit that he has only had in recent years. He is getting older and his memory is not as good as before.

   "Dad, why didn't you go to school today?" Qin Ze opened the door and entered.

   "A guest came to eat at home at noon." The old man kept his eyes on the computer.

  Qin Ze took out a long brown paper box from his pocket, packaged it beautifully, and placed it on the desk: "Dad, this is for you."

  Montblanc fountain pen, bought at Shimei shopping mall in the morning, four thousand soft sister coins, pure black bright pen body, made of acetate plastic, handshaking is very warm and moist. The gold-plated pen tip has a simple and smooth design, which looks elegant and elegant.

  Looking at the pen, the old man chuckled, "Have you taken the wrong medicine?"

  Take the wrong medicine...

  Too heartbreaking, it's rare for me to show respect to Lao Tzu.

  "I made some money in the stock market. I just wanted to buy some gifts for you." Qin Zexin said, I can't forget the expression in my eyes when Baby Qin gave you a gift.

  The old man is playing with the pen, and he can hardly hide his love. The educator does not know if Qin Ze is good, but I am good at it. In Qinze Elementary School, the old man had a Montblanc pen and he wore his shirt chest every day. At that time, it was also popular to put the pen in his chest pocket, and he loved it more than his son.

   "A lot of money." The old man said.

   "Four thousand."

   "Bear boy, spend money lavishly." The old man reprimanded righteously, and put the pen in his pocket smoothly.

   "Then dad, you're busy first, I'll go to the living room and talk to mom." Qin Ze turned to leave.

   "Wait!" The old man called to him, showing his majesty: "Give me your phone."

   "What are you doing." Qin Ze was startled.

   "Look at your recent harvesting list," the old man said in a demonstrative tone: "Your mid-to-long-term line looks good at the moment, but there are obvious short-term short-term deficiencies. Let me take a look and point you later."

  He can't say that the recent stock market encounters a bottleneck, and he needs his son's harvest list for reference and inspiration.

  I don’t want to be an Laozi!

   "Then I won't go, you say." Qin Ze said.

   "Go go, don't get in the way here." The old man grabbed the phone and waved to drive people away.

  Qin Ze left reluctantly, changed someone else to ask for his mobile phone, a big ear scraper flew past, and baby Qin would not come, after all, there is a lot of personal privacy in the mobile phone. But Lao Tzu asked so, and it's hard for a son to refuse.

  Qin Ze came to the living room, Qin Baobao, the prince and Qin’s mother, and the three women sitting on the sofa, watching TV and chatting. There are only a few topics going around.

  Qin’s mother said: “The daughter of the old Zhang family next door is finally married. Oh, the old girl is almost 30. His old Zhang family can finally breathe a sigh of relief.”

   "Aunt Liu on the second floor, his son has given birth to a second child, and he has added a big fat boy. She looks like a little, not to mention how cute."

   "Baby, you have to work harder to know, mom is almost fifty."

  Don’t blame Qin’s mother for being anxious. Most of the neighbors who are about her age are now grandma and grandma. No matter how bad they are, the son will also marry the daughter-in-law, and the daughter will be married. Look at her again, let alone grandson, the daughter doesn't even have a partner.

  When I went out, I met my old neighbor who was ten years old, Qin Ma’s age, and talked about nothing more than their children’s career and childbirth. A while ago, I was quite proud. The Qin family had a big star, but the older generation did not pay attention to this. After the freshness passed, the topic turned to the marriage of their children. They asked Qin's mother, does your baby have a partner? When will you get married?

  Qin Ma felt very stressed.

  Baby Qin sits cross-legged, cheeks bulging, and don't talk to her mother.

  "You child, I am so angry with this attitude every time." Qin's mother hates iron for not making steel, and she wants to take her daughter to see a psychiatrist.

"Auntie, don't worry," Wang Zijin acted as a lubricant, gagging: "The baby is not too old. Isn't this only 25? Maybe there will be a man in love at some point. Don't think of getting married by then. So fast."

  Qin’s mother patted Wang Zijin’s hand, and said with satisfaction: "Zijin is still sensible, if you are my daughter, I don’t have to worry."

  Baby Qin banged his cheeks, like a stuffy bag.

   "Mom, do you have watermelon? I want to eat watermelon." Qin Ze appeared in time.

   "Yes, I'll cut it for you, wait." Qin Ma got up and went into the kitchen.

  Qin Ze walked up to her sister and sat down, bumped her shoulder, gloating, "Looking at this posture, my mother may not even sleep with you at night."

  Baby Qin twisted her body irritably and didn't want her brother to touch her.

  Russian, Qin Ma came over with a plate of watermelon and handed it to Prince Jin.

  The prince smiled sweetly: "Thank you, Auntie."

  Qin's mother handed her daughter another piece, Qin Baobao's face: "Don't eat."

  Qin Ze said: "Mom, ignore her, I will eat."

A piece of news was broadcast on TV: "Recently, there has been a high temperature phenomenon in many provinces. Please pay attention to heatstroke prevention when traveling. At 8 o'clock this morning, a traffic accident occurred on the Yuhe Expressway in Western Province. The driver of a large truck fainted due to heatstroke, causing the vehicle to lose control. Hit the guardrail on the roadside. The driver died of ineffective rescue. This is already the third traffic accident in Western Province due to the high temperature......"

  Qin's mother said: "This horrible weather, baby, eat some watermelon to prevent heatstroke."

  Qin Ze burst into laughter: "Mom, she stays in the air-conditioned room all day to prevent heat."

  Baby Qin gave his brother a white look, put on slippers and walked to the kitchen, and came out with half a watermelon.

  Qin’s mother said, eat less, eat more watermelon and have diarrhea.

  Baby Qin said, half a watermelon is really enjoyable.

  She has liked to eat watermelon like this since she was a child, digging a spoonful while watching TV. But she couldn't eat enough of her belly, and every time she ate half of it, she threw it to Qin Ze.

  Sure enough, my sister ate up the essence of the center, and handed the watermelon to Qin Ze, “I can’t eat it anymore.”

  Qin Ze habitually took it, dug a spoon into her mouth, Qin Ma immediately said, "Hey, change the spoon."

  Qin Ze Bah Bah Bah said: "It's disgusting, hurry up and spit it out. Mom is still careful. Mom helps me change a spoon."

  Baby Qin took advantage of the moment Qin Ma turned around and pinched Qin Ze's back. Qin Ze does not pursue the little action of taking advantage of her sister. After all, it is her sister who is pressed on the sofa every time.

   Wang Ziying squinted at the two brothers and sisters, and the two of them are really doing their tricks in front of their parents.

At this time, the old man walked out of the study, the old guy was smiling and proud, and he returned the phone to his son, afraid to pat him on the shoulder, and laughed: "Not bad, my son has the ability. Aze, although this kind of thing has been experienced The more the better, but you can't be too half-hearted."

The two siblings that    engaged in, including Wang Zijin, looked dazed.

   "Dad, what's the matter?" Qin Ze suddenly felt something was wrong.

  Baby Qin looked at her father’s forehead, if it weren’t for the courage, she would like to find out if father had a fever. Having been a father and daughter for more than 20 years, she has never seen Lao Tzu praise her son.

   "You kid, when did you have a girlfriend, you didn't tell me." The corners of the old man's smiling mouth were cracked to the roots of his ears.

  Baby Qin looked at Wang Zijin violently. Wang Zijin was taken aback first, and then he felt guilty. Suddenly I feel that something is wrong...What is my guilty conscience.

  The old man smiled relievedly: "Who is that Zhang Ya? How does it look and where does it live? Is it a college classmate?"

  Baby Qin was taken aback.

  Qin Ze's eyelids trembled.

"This girl is a bit too enthusiastic. You have to pay attention to your character. You can't deal with everything." The old man paused and then squeezed out a relieved smile: "Chen Qingyuan is also your target? One mouthful of Brother Qin's age. Are you young?"

  Swipe!

  Two gazes that seemed to be real.

  Qin Ze felt that the dog days had turned into thirty-nine days, and the left and right eyes came from his sister and Miss Wang's.

   "Dad, don't talk nonsense, I don't have a girlfriend." He decided to go to the kitchen to avoid it, and then he took out his mobile phone when he figured out the situation. There are five unchecked short messages in the mobile phone mailbox.

   "Little brother, I don't think my sister hasn't had it recently, so I will invite your sister out to play with him another day."

   "Oh, ignore me? You don’t recognize people after eating dry and lifting your pants, right."

   "Brother Qin, do you have time this week? My mother would like to invite you to have a meal at home."

   "Brother Qin, don't bother me, I, I will be a good boy in the future."

   "Brother Qin, you reply me a text message, I dare not call you..."

  Fuck, this amount of information is too big.

  Zhang Ya is the kind of woman who likes lip service. It is obviously a serious thing, and she can also start with eighteen forbidden topics. As for the girl Chen Qingyuan, she was so stubborn, she didn't even realize that she had been beaten into the cold palace. Always thinking about what happened to Qin Ze.

  What should the old man think of me? I have been the image of an excellent son for 22 years...

  There is also this **** smart phone, the text message prompt will pop up the message content naked, the old man can see everything at a glance, and there is no need to open the mailbox, and he can snoop on his son's privacy with peace of mind.

   A scream suddenly came from behind, and then his shoulders sank.