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Wuxie sat next to him and looked at the hesitant voice: "Ah... Ah Ling?"

There was no big reaction, not even a peripheral vision.

"Are you Zhang Qiling now?" Wuxie asked him.

"Or are you taking on a new role?"

This time he gave me a look: "Innocent friend, Zhang Qiling."

"Are you uncomfortable? If you don't want to talk, forget it. My mother will take care of it."

After waiting for a while, he didn't see a reply. Wu Xie silently weaved a few reliable reasons in his heart, such as being afraid of strangers, introverted, shy...

How could he be shy? He just ignores people he doesn't like. And...this guy looks like a sultry guy.

Zhang Qiling: "No, it's pretty good."

Wuxie followed his gaze and looked at her mother who was preparing to cook in the kitchen... It seemed that her mother was more charming than herself. She got the approval of her brother so easily, and there would be no problems in the relationship between mother-in-law and daughter-in-law.

"Brother, don't worry, my mother is our mother. Although you are a little older than my mother, it doesn't matter, she doesn't know."

Wu Xie looked at him with sincere eyes, expecting a response. Will Pingzi be moved and burst into laughter, or give him a hug?

Zhang Qiling just peeled an orange silently and threw it away. The peel fell steadily into the trash can farthest from the living room.

Looking at this parabola, Wuxie inexplicably felt what he meant. He was killing Orange to respect himself. She glanced at him secretly from the corner of her eye, still eating oranges quietly.

"Mom, when will my dad come back?" Wuxie shouted loudly to the kitchen, and then walked over.

"Come on, he will be on the way when I come back. What? What are you going to do again?"

"If you don't do anything, then, will the second uncle come this year?"

My second uncle would come to his house every year during the Chinese New Year, and then go to my grandma’s house. Because he himself has no wife or children, so he is very lonely. Of course, Wu Xie only dared to say these words in his heart and did not dare to say them to the person involved.

Mother Wu: "This year, I will have the New Year's Eve dinner at my old house. I don't know if I will come at other times. Why do you ask? You have a good relationship with him, so just call and ask."

Relationships are always only good on the surface.

Wuxie looked back for a moment and looked at the person sitting on the sofa peeling oranges and said: "It's nothing, it's just that my second uncle may not like me as a friend. I'm afraid there will be a quarrel then."

"Why? Aling is so good, much better than you! You go to some weird places every day and make your dad worry all night long. Your second uncle sometimes scolds you because -"

"For my own good!" Wuxie interrupted her: "You all talk the same way. You always say it's for my own good. In fact, there are always bigger mysteries waiting for me to solve and investigate. Mom, I I have grown up, I will play for a few more years and then open a restaurant to retire."

"Really or not? What kind of store do you want to open? Do you want mom to help you? Your store is about to close. Can you open a restaurant?"

There was a line of sight looking at him from behind, and there was no danger. Wuxie said: "I opened it with a friend. He is better than me. Don't worry, my restaurant will be as famous as Louwailou in the future."

"Stop bragging, doesn't your mother know what your virtues are? Come on, you're delaying my cooking."

Wu Xie tentatively went to help, but whatever he touched, Mother Wu took something away and kicked the person out.

He sat back on the sofa and looked at Zhang Qiling.

"Why does mom think you are so good?"