Salted fish dressed as Xiaofubao of the age

Chapter 1012
Before leaving, Lin Jianping specially called all the children of Yue's family.

Let's have a meal together and practice.

Yue Xing'er and Yue Qingqing often meet each other on weekends, but it is rare for Yue Xiaohu to come out.

He went to a military academy and received military management.

There is only half a day off in a month.

As a boy, I can't even think of seeing my sisters at this time, and basically spend all my time in Internet cafes outside.

It's really hard to hold back at ordinary times, and I'm so tired from training every day, I have to hurry up if I have the opportunity to play.

So it was almost winter vacation when he came to Kyoto to go to school, and it was the first time for Yue Xiaohu to meet his two older sisters.

"Hey, who is this handsome guy, I almost didn't recognize him."

Yue Xing'er stared at Yue Xiaohu as soon as she entered the door, and within a few months, Xiaohu's stature had grown significantly.

After taking off the jacket, even a thin sweater can't cover the shape of the tendon.

Seeing the family members, there was still a familiar silly smile on their faces.

"Hey, it's okay, I haven't looked in the mirror much recently, have I really become handsome?"

"Bah, do you really think I'm praising you? I said why don't you usually come to see me and your sister Qingqing, and sometimes you don't even make a phone call for a month? Is it itchy?"

As Yue Xing'er said, she rushed over and tried to pull her ears habitually, but found that Yue Xiaohu was so tall that it was uncomfortable to pull on her tiptoes.

It was Yue Qingqing who went over and pulled out the chair, and pressed Yue Xiaohu on it.

So that Yue Xing'er can carry out the plan.

"Oh, I was wrong, it's rare for me to have a vacation, I just want to play for a while, I will definitely call in the future, it hurts——"

Yue Xiaohu was weeping, how could a boy of his age miss his family and his family.

Basically other than playing is picking up girls.

But there are few girls in the school.

Although Yue Xiaohu didn't get along with others, he didn't find a suitable one either, so he was destined not to suffer from love.

You can only focus on the accumulated energy on the game.

He couldn't help complaining in a low voice: "Sister Qingqing, why did you help clean me up together? I thought we were in the same group."

Yue Qingqing couldn't help laughing, "You and I are not in the same group, why did you honestly explain these days? Are you in a relationship, and you didn't bring us to meet?"

Yue Xiaohu's eyes widened, and he acted as if you were innocent.

"What kind of relationship are you talking about? Where did I get a girlfriend? The first time I talked to a girl this week was with you. I was crying silently while eating tiger skin and chicken feet in the cafeteria yesterday. The female hand, although it is cross-species."

The two were amused by Yue Xiaohu's tragic situation.

"Why are you so poor now? Who did you learn from?"

"Hey, a group of old men have nothing to do, they can only have fun talking."

Although the idea of ​​becoming a soldier has always remained the same, Yue Xiaohu is also very dissatisfied with the situation that the school has too many monks and too little meat.

"By the way, didn't grandma find uncle and grandpa? Where's the person?"

Yue Xiaohu and Yue Xing'er hadn't met Lin Jianping yet, so they were curious.

Yue Qingqing just finished talking with her grandma on the phone.

"On the way here, I'll be there soon."

"Oh, I heard that uncle and grandpa have just recovered, and it's not easy. After so long, the two finally met." Yue Xing'er was a little emotional when facing this kind of thing, "If Xiaohu and I were separated..."

Yue Xing'er sighed as she spoke, and glanced at Yue Xiaohu.

Yue Xiaohu was holding the mobile phone, felt his eyes raised, and grinned, "Hey, sister, have you subscribed to those joke text messages? It's interesting. Look at this joke."

Yue Xing'er: "..."

Forget it, this heartless person probably won't do much.

Maybe you have to be thankful that no one cares about yourself.

(End of this chapter)