Spoil You All Your Life

Both Shi Zi and Mo Zimu turned to look at Yao Tiantian who was smiling outside the pavilion.

"Sister Tian Tian."

Shi Zi put down his hands on Mo Zimu's shoulders, straightened up, and slid his hands into his trouser pockets in a cool and natural motion, "Are you going back?"

Yao Tiantian smiled, "Well, it's almost half past seven. There will be a yoga class at eight."

Shi Zi nodded, "I will send you back now." After speaking, looking at Mo Zimu, the corners of his mouth curled up slightly, "Night, come on!"

Mo Zimu was startled, come on at night? Oh, got it! It turned out that Zi understood the phone call between her and Mo Zi.

Seeing Shi Zidu and Yao Tiantian leaving from the back, Mo Zimu raised her eyebrows. Her feelings for Zixian...heh, did he take more care of her.

After Shi Zidu sent Yao Tiantian home, Shi Baimin and Shi Baiyun, both of which were far away, drove back.

Shi Zixianzheng, Shi Baicheng, Mo Dongdong, and Shi Baidong were talking with Shi Changrong, and all five of them were smiling.

Cheng Qian gently tidyed up a few strands of hair for Shi Zipei who was sitting next to her, and said, "Don't make trouble at grandma's house. Be careful when driving to work."

"I see, Mommy."

Shi Zipei, like Mo Zimu, had to live in the family mansion because he had not stood for three hours in the military posture. When Shi Zixian took Mo Zimu to the shooting range in the afternoon, Lu left the car and sent Shi Zimu home to take her. Car and clothes.

"Hey, what about that girl, Zimu?" Fu Xiaoyou, who was sitting across from Cheng Qian, muttered, looking around in the living room and dining room.

Lin Yingzi put down her tea cup and said, "I just saw her walking by the front yard with a clothes rail. Maybe she went to dry her clothes."

As soon as Lin Yingzi's words fell, Shi Zipei looked at the door of Houyuan to the living room in horror.

Mo Zimu is holding a clothes rail in one hand, and two yellow water lilies in the other. One is in bud and the other is blooming.

"Mo, Zi, Mu!" Fu Xiaoyou suddenly sipped.

She actually folded Shi Changrong's favorite golden water lily!

Shi Changrong, who was chatting about the sky, was also stunned by Fu Xiaoyou's voice and looked at Mo Zimu.

"Here!" Mo Zimu looked at Fu Xiaoyou with innocent eyes suddenly, "Why did I make a mistake?"

"How can you fold Grandpa's golden water lily?"

Mo Zimu looked down at the water lily, smiled and raised his head, holding the flowers and raising them to Fu Xiaoyou on the sofa, "It looks good! Let me go to my room tonight." He turned to face the tea maker. Gao Min said, "Aunt Gao, please help me find a deeper vase."

"Mu girl!" Shi Changrong leaned against the back of the Taishi's chair, looking at Mo Zimu with a solemn expression.

"Here." Mo Zimu responded, turning his head to look at Shi Changrong, "What instructions does Grandpa have?"

"Which borrowed your courage to break my water lily?"

Mo Zimu answered simply, "Du Qiuniang."

Shi Zixian, who was sitting next to Shi Changrong, laughed softly. She really belongs to her!

"During the Mid-Tang Dynasty, Du Qiuniang had a poem, "Golden Cloth", to persuade the emperor not to hesitate the golden robe, and to persuade the emperor to take it when he was young. It's just a good time to fold it, and no one will squat by the pool to watch it at night. I will invite two flowers to the room to accompany me. Grandpa won't be so stingy, right?"