The rest of my life is only early summer

Chapter 70
The middle-aged woman walked up to Qiao Chuxia, held her hand, and looked at her carefully. Suddenly, her eyes turned red, and her voice became a little choked up: "Why have you lost so much weight? ? Didn’t I tell you to take good care of yourself? Are you talking to Jiajia about losing weight and not eating well?”

Qiao Chuxia embraced Qiao Rulan's slender waist, leaned her head on her shoulder, and acted coquettishly: "Mom, can't I save some fabric for the country? And isn't there a popular saying now? Either lose weight or die. I don’t have to die if I’m so thin! And a figure like mine is the dream of many women.”

Qiao Rulan pushed Qiao Chuxia out of her arms, and with a sound of "snap!", she raised her hand and slapped her butt vigorously. Qiao Rulan used all her strength to slap Qiao Rulan, and said in a serious tone: "What? Those who can't die, talk nonsense all day long, and have no seriousness."

Qiao Chuxia covered her numb buttocks from the beating with both hands, and hurriedly turned around and ran behind Xu Moyan who had just walked in, tilted her head and looked at Xu Moyan pitifully, pouted and complained: "Brother, when did our mother change?" Got to be so violent? How did you get started at every turn?"

"Who told you to speak lightly or seriously?"

As he said that, Xu Moyan raised his hand and was about to drag her upstairs to the bedroom.

Qiao Chuxia clutched her sore butt, hurriedly got out of the way, and said while running towards the stairs: "Brother, we are different from men and women, so don't hit me indiscriminately."

Xu Moyan looked fondly at the figure who was rushing upstairs, and waited until the figure completely disappeared at the end of the stairs, then looked away, and said to Qiao Rulan, "Mom, I'll help Xia Xia carry the luggage up first."

Qiao Rulan nodded lightly, "Okay, you can go."

Just as Xu Moyan took two steps, Qiao Rulan stopped him again: "Mo Yan."

Xu Moyan stopped in his tracks, turned around to look at Qiao Rulan, and asked "Huh?" in confusion.

Qiao Rulan glanced at the stairs on the second floor, and then said to him: "Don't spoil her too much, you and your father are used to her temper."

Xu Moyan unabashedly favored Qiao Chuxia: "Mom, Xiaxia has a sense of propriety, so she just acts petty to me and Dad. She is very sensible outside, so let her at home."

Qiao Rulan always felt that Xu Moyan was too fond of his younger sister.

He was afraid that he would be too used to Qiao Chuxia, and that Qiao Chuxia would let her own way outside, fearing that she would suffer a disadvantage.

Qiao Rulan waved her hand helplessly, "Forget it, let's not talk about it, you and your father are the same."

"...A slave to a daughter, a slave to a younger sister. I'm afraid that she will suffer a little bit, so why would she say anything serious about her?"

Paused, sighed softly, and continued: "Go and let Xia Xia clean up and come down to prepare for dinner."

Xu Moyan replied "OK", turned around and went upstairs with the suitcase.
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It was rare for Qiao Chuxia to go home. Qiao Rulan cooked a large table of dishes, all of which were Qiao Chuxia's usual favorites.

Qiao Chuxia didn't eat anything along the way, she was so hungry, she wolfed down all the dishes on the table, and didn't put down the dishes until she couldn't hold any more, leaned comfortably on the dining chair, touched Looking at his round belly, he burped contentedly.

Xu Moyan glanced at Qiao Chuxia softly, then got up and walked into the kitchen. After a while, he returned to the dining room with a cup of sour plum soup, put it in front of Qiao Chuxia, and said, "Drink later Order sour plum soup, it can help digestion."

(End of this chapter)