You make money, I spend it, the rich stepmother is happy

Feng Yaoqin was quite surprised when he received the invitation letter for his daughter's wedding from Lao Fang.

Since the demolition of the old community, Feng Yaoqin has had very little contact with the old neighbors.

In the year when the old campus was demolished, smartphones were not yet popular.

The community was demolished, and the connection between most of the old neighbors was also broken.

If it wasn't for the year her husband died, the old Fang asked someone to send the silk gold, Feng Yaoqin would almost have forgotten the name.

Surprised, Feng Yaoqin thought it necessary to go there.

First, to return favors.

Secondly, they are both parents, Feng Yaoqin knows what the old party intends to send her the invitation letter.

Feng Yaoqin learned on the phone that Lao Fang had a stroke a few years ago and his legs and feet were inconvenient.

The daughter and son-in-law's wedding in Yuncheng could barely attend in a wheelchair, but this time they were having a banquet in Beijing, so they really couldn't come.

The reason why he called all the old neighbors who hadn't been in touch for a long time was simply to hope that the man's family would know that although his daughter married from afar, she still had some contacts in Beijing.

I hope the man will not neglect his precious girl.

Before going to bed that night, Sheng Mumu was applying essence to his face. Qi Mo came out of the bathroom with a towel around his neck, and carelessly rubbed his hair.

Sheng Mumu looked at him from the reflection of the mirror, and asked casually:

"Should we go separately on Friday, or go together?"

She remembered the time they attended the dinner party before, and the two met at the banquet site.

Qi Mo paused as he was wiping his hair, and looked over, "Of course we are together."

Sheng Mumu let out an "oh" and continued to apply eye cream.

The man behind came over and sat down on the stool at the end of the bed.

The slender legs are bent at will, and the posture is lazy.

As he continued to wipe his hair with his hands, Qi Mo's deep voice carried a faint smile:

"Uncle Fang is a warm-hearted person. I still remember that when I was first taken to Qi's house, I didn't know my peers in the yard. He led me to the canteen downstairs to buy a box of Coke and distributed it to the children in the yard. , Said that I invite everyone to drink."

After the words fell, Qi Mo let out a low laugh from his chest.

Because of the memory that came out suddenly, a little bit of soft light appeared in the dark pupils.

That period of time seemed so long ago that it happened in a previous life.

Sheng Mumu nodded her cheeks with her fingertips, and looked back in the mirror.

The distance between the two is not far or close.

Now talking about his childhood topic.

Inexplicably, it gave her a sense of intimacy.

Sheng Mumu bent her eyes: "Uncle Fang is so kind."

Qi Mo put the towel casually on his neck, propped his hands behind his back, looked at her from the mirror, and nodded his chin lightly.

"Ah."

Sheng Mumu pursed her lips and laughed: "According to the direction of this story, you and Uncle Fang's daughter are childhood sweethearts. In many TV dramas, they are destined to be kissed by baby. Do you have any?"

The man's eyes paused slightly, his head tilted, and his eyes narrowed with interest.

Sheng Mumu saw the corners of Qi Mo's lips slowly curling into an extremely slight arc, and suddenly his face became hot, regretting that he had asked too many questions.

It's like investigating his relationship history.

Qi Mo's eyes didn't blink for a moment, and his voice changed from a faint smile just now to a bit more serious:

"There is no doll relative, just a neighbor's sister, don't worry."

Sheng Mumu looked away: "Oh."

It took a few beats to realize the phrase "Don't worry", the tone seemed a little weird.

With his meaningful and smiling eyes.

The more Sheng Mumu thought about it, the more she felt something was wrong, she pursed her lips, and added: "I'm not worried."

The voice was neither soft nor heavy, and the brows were slightly raised.

It was clearly intended to emphasize the casual look, but in Qi Mo's eyes, it completely changed the meaning.

He sat up straight from a reclined position and leaned forward.

The distance was suddenly shortened.

Sheng Mumu's nasal cavity intruded into the pleasant scent of shower gel on the man's body, he stiffened his neck involuntarily, and tilted his head.

The heads between the two were no more than two fists away, and she felt that the air around her became sweet and ambiguous.

The heart beat hard.

As if to cover up the throbbing traces in her heart, she casually grabbed a small jar on the table and unscrewed it as if nothing had happened.

Qi Mo's eyes fell on the freshly unscrewed bottle in her hand, and his handsome eyebrows were raised slightly.

With a magnetic voice, with a little doubt, he suddenly said:

"You seem to have painted this bottle just now."

Sheng Mumu: "..."

Looking down, she froze.

Indeed... I have already applied eye cream.

I grabbed it and took it wrong.

However, he clearly turned his back on her, how could he even know this?

"I forgot what I painted." Qi Mo's magnetic voice rang in his ears again, gently and slowly surrounding her, as if in stereo, "What are you thinking, distracted?"

Sheng Mumu's breathing was stagnant, and the roots of his ears turned red instantly.

Taking a shallow breath, put down the eye cream, and said casually, "I'm thinking about what to wear on Friday."

"Oh?" Qi Mo propped himself up lazily, and opened the distance, with an undisguised smile in his eyes, "Really."

Sheng Mumu pretended not to see his obvious expression of disbelief, and nodded firmly, "Yes, otherwise, what else could it be."

The smile in Qi Mo's eyes grew stronger and stronger, he saw through everything, but he didn't tell the truth.

Standing up slowly, looking at the fluffy hair behind her ears, said:

"Then when you think about what to wear, help me think about what I will wear that day."

Sheng Mumu was taken aback, then turned around and looked up at him.

It crashed into his line of sight impartially.

At this moment, on the face of this mature and cunning old fox, there was an expression that should be taken for granted.

Sheng Mumu blinked and said with her eyes: Huh?

The man raised his eyebrows slightly and stared at her, not feeling that his request was unreasonable at all.

Sheng Mumu slowly put out a series of question marks in his heart.

???

What's the matter with this man.

Why...it seems...

Getting bigger and bigger?

She hasn't agreed to his confession yet.

Why did he just crawl along the pole and ask her to help him choose clothes?

In Sheng Mumu's eyes, choosing clothes for a man to go out is a behavior that only occurs in an extremely intimate relationship.

Last time, she saw that he was clumsy and couldn't pack his luggage, so she kindly helped him.

This time he was lucky and asked directly?

Adhering to the idea that "men can't get used to it", Sheng Mumu frowned and gave him a look, her red lips parted slightly, and a series of attacks:

"Choose yourself!"

"The clothes you picked out by yourself every day before are very good."

"Why, going to the neighbor's sister's wedding, I'm so confused that I can't even match clothes?"

Qi Mo: "..."