Sweet pet: Shenjun fell in love at first sight again

Yan Mu was sitting in the living room playing games. Ms. Yang came down from upstairs and was surprised that he did not go back to his room to lie down.

Normally it seems to be stuck there and cannot be moved even if you call it.

"Why are you sitting here if you're not sleeping?"

"Wait for my sister."

"Is your sister coming back at this time?"

"She said come back."

"..."

Ms. Yang leaned against the kitchen door and stared at him for a long time without saying anything.

It's uncomfortable to show it to him directly.

"Mom, what are you doing? Looking at me like that makes me feel anxious. Have I not gotten into any trouble recently?"

He thinks he's pretty good.

"I'm thinking about a question."

"what is the problem?"

"How did I give birth to a sister-con like you? You've always called me sister since you were little, but you never called me mom more than once."

"......My sister is fine."

Ms. Yang suddenly thought of something interesting and stepped forward with a smile: "What will you do if your sister falls in love in the future?"

"My sister should talk. Can I stop her?"

"Yo~ I thought you were going to cry."

"..."

Yan Mu was speechless. Is he such an easy target? Ms. Yang's mother looked down on him too much.

Before he could retort, there was a noise at the door, and then it opened with a click.

Looking at the two people coming in together, Ms. Yang raised her eyebrows: "Xiao Xi is here?"

"Hello Auntie, I'm sorry it's so late."

"Why are you being so polite? You and Yan Mu are good friends, and Yan He... is also pretty good, just treat him like your own family."

Yan Mu replied: "That's right, you send my sister back and forth, there's nothing to be embarrassed about."

Yan He lowered her head to change her shoes and found her words very funny. Ms. Yang definitely could not think of how to describe the relationship between her and Xi Jiayan.

If she is a classmate's sister, the relationship seems too close. If she is a friend, there is clearly Yan Mu between the two.

It always feels weird.

Ms. Yang originally wanted to go back upstairs, but she quietly retracted her foot and sat down directly on the sofa.

His expression was somewhat inquiring.

It is said that eyes are the windows to the soul. No matter how deeply one's true emotions are hidden, they will eventually reveal themselves unconsciously.

But she looked at her classmate Yan Mu and it seemed that he had no intention of hiding at all.

The situation is very different from the last time I came to get along with Yan He.

Who gave him the confidence?

Yan He reached out to take his bag, threw it casually on the sofa, raised his foot and gently kicked Yan Mu's leg: "Is the room cleaned?"

"Clean up~"

Then her calf was kicked, and Ms. Yang threw the bag back into her arms: "Put your things away, don't throw them around."

"Mom, why did you kick my sister?"

"..."

This damn kid, she didn’t even use any strength, but his voice was full of wavy lines when he spoke to his sister.

Talking to her is so painful.

Then he turned around and met another pair of slightly condemning eyes: "......"

Forget it.

Ms. Yang got up and left. This place was really not friendly to her at all. The two of them were obsessed with sisters.

How could she, as a mother, be so sad?

Yan He held the bag and raised his hand to pinch Xi Jiayan's face: "Go and have a rest, you've worked hard today."

Yan Mu stood up instantly: "What about me? What about me? Sister, why are you so partial? I've been waiting for you for a long time, too, okay?"

"Good good."

Yan He quickly said: "You have worked hard, you should go back and have a rest."

Yan Mu was ready to lower his head. Just like that? ? Just like that? ?

His sister has really changed.

Xi Jiayan did not hide her happiness at all, and stood there smiling with the corners of her lips curled.

His eyes had never left Yan He since he entered the room, boldly and passionately.

Nor is there any fear of being discovered.

Anyway, his status was given by his sister.

But in Yan Mu's eyes, this smile became a naked show-off.

She squeezed in between the two of them, pushed him back a little, and said viciously: "Humph!"

"..."

Yan He was a little confused by his humming and didn't understand what he suddenly meant.

She raised her hand and rubbed his head, pushing him away: "What are you doing?"

"Who told you to stare at Xi Jiayan and pinch his face? I am your younger brother, okay?"

The hair of a sister complex is very smooth. Yan Mu rubbed his hair and complained softly. The resentment just now has almost dissipated.

Xi Jiayan already had a deep understanding of how the two of them got along, so she pursed her lips and smiled again.

His eyes swept over the head that Yan He had just rubbed.

Nothing was said.

Although he wanted to shave Yan Mu's hair, he was his sister's biological brother.

Just bear with it if you can.

Yan Mu, who had already turned around and was about to go back to his room to sleep, felt a chill on his head and subconsciously touched it again.

The thick, smooth hair dispelled the sudden fear in his heart.

He always felt that someone was coveting his hair.

Yan He retracted his gaze, turned his palms upwards, and directly covered the pair of smiling eyes.

"Don't look at it. It's not yours anymore."

"..."

Xi Jiayan had no choice but to pull her hand down, and when no one else was paying attention, he kissed her on the lips several times.

"Why do you say that, sister? I have it myself."

"Then don't try to touch his hair. It's scary."

"Ow~"

Pulling the person to the guest room, Yan He stood at the door and pushed the person in: "See you tomorrow."

Xi Jiayan didn't move, but leaned slightly towards her and touched her lips with his fingertips.

The intention is obvious.

Yan He subconsciously glanced to the side, then stood on tiptoe and touched it quickly.

One hand pushed him, and the other hand slammed the door shut.

"..."

Xi Jiayan looked at the closed door for two seconds, then rested his forehead on it and chuckled.

cute.

Yan Mu returned to his room, picked up his phone, and began to complain to Yu Bowen about why his sister was so partial to him today.

He actually pinched Xi Jiayan's face and didn't even touch his head. He already felt that he had fallen out of favor.

After sending the message, he threw the phone away, lay down, waited for a while, and picked it up again.

[You must be back in the dormitory at this time, your phone must be on the table, and you must be able to hear the vibration!!! Don’t pretend you can’t see it!!! Reply to my message!!!]

[I am very irritable now!!!]

He sent more than a dozen exclamation marks in a row. You can see with your own eyes how bad his mood is right now, right?

I counted in my mind, and when it reached 8, I replied.

Yu Dashusheng: [Yes, I see. You should have realized earlier that you might fall out of favor at any time.]

Damn! Why?

Yu Dashusheng: [After all, you are a sister-con, but Sister Yan He is not a brother-con.]

It made so much sense that he couldn't find any words to refute it for a moment.

Yan Mu didn't want to reply, so he covered his phone on the bed and pretended nothing had happened.

He couldn't withdraw it, but it didn't matter, he could just pretend to be dead.

The WeChat reminder sounded again.

He endured it and picked it up to look at it again.

Yu Dashusheng: [Sister Yan He is in love?]

Yan Mu: [How is that possible? My sister has been single since birth, and has been single forever.]