250 Raids: There's a girl next door

556. Hold your hand and grow old with you

Even if she and her sister have settled their feud now, he still hates it.

Jingyou, who was obedient and sensible when he was a child, felt that he would never go back.

"Yangyang, do you have your mobile phone?" Zhang Mofei walked quickly to Pei Mochen.

She wanted to make a call to Zhang Jingyou.

I was very worried.

She was so irresponsible that she didn't realize until now that her sister didn't come back.

Pei Mochen took out her mobile phone from her pocket and handed it to Zhang Mofei, "Her number is not saved."

"I remember." Zhang Mofei took the phone, pressed Zhang Jingyou's phone number skillfully with her fingers, and put the phone to her ear with anxious eyes.

Hearing the slow 'beep' sound, she was a little relieved, at least the phone was still connected.

I don't remember how many times it rang, but Zhang Jingyou answered the phone.

"Brother Mo Shen."

Zhang Jingyou's voice was still soft and normal.

When Zhang Mofei heard her voice, a big stone fell from his heart, "Jingyou, it's me, why haven't you come back yet?"

"I'm on my way, I'll be right back."

"Do you want me to pick you up?"

"Need not."

After talking to Zhang Jingyou, Zhang Mofei's expression relaxed, and he put the phone back into Pei Mochen's pocket.

About to withdraw his hand, Pei Mochen grabbed her wrist, "I borrowed my mobile phone to call you, how do you plan to repay me?"

After asking, he raised his eyebrows at her and smiled with unknown meaning.

"..." Zhang Mofei frowned and looked at the man in front of him with evil thoughts again.

Didn't he just borrow his mobile phone to make a call, which also allowed him to make use of the problem, and it really didn't waste any resources.

She reached out to turn off the light, but before turning off the light, she still wanted to take a look at the photo on Jingyou's bedside table.

His eyes inadvertently glanced at the cross-stitch piled up on Zhang Jingyou's computer desk.

She bent her lips amusedly, the otaku is doing technology, and the otaku is playing embroidery.

Curious what she embroiders.

Pulling out the hand that was held by Pei Mochen, he turned around and walked to the computer desk, and opened the stacked cross-stitch.

A very large pair is one meter long and five to sixty meters wide.

"Hold your hand and grow old with you", the eight characters are embroidered with golden red thread, delicate and generous.

She looked down, 'Zhang Mofei & Pei Moshen'.

A warm current flowed through my heart, and my thumb lightly touched the words my sister embroidered stitch by thread, and my eyes felt a little hot when I was moved.

Jingyou has always been more sensible than her.

"Brother Mo Shen, sister."

Zhang Jingyou came back suddenly.

Hearing her voice, Zhang Mofei hurriedly folded the cross-stitch, turned around and looked at her with a smile, "Jingyou is back."

Steps to meet her.

Zhang Jingyou just came back from the outside, and the tip of her nose was a little red.

After taking off the hat, a head of long hair fell on the back, vertical and smooth.

Standing in front of Zhang Mofei, she looked like a well-behaved and sensible child, "Today is a classmate's birthday, so I am a little late, sorry."

Zhang Mofei smiled dotingly and rubbed her hair, "Silly girl, there is nothing wrong with going out to play, remember to call me next time you are late to play, and someone will pick you up."

All the worries and apprehensions in her heart disappeared because of the cross-stitch.

My sister was really relieved.

Zhang Jingyou smiled and said nothing.

"It's getting late, you should wash up and go to bed early."

Zhang Mofei saw that Pei Mochen was standing at the door the whole time, not waiting for her to join him, so she thought about it and left first, and then chatted with Jingyou another day.

Zhang Jingyou nodded with a 'hmm', smiled and said 'good night' to Zhang Mofei and Pei Mochen. '

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