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After getting out of the car, Xiao Yijin folded her hands in front of her and stood straight, like a kindergarten child who saw the teacher: "Hello, Grandpa Feng!"

"Smelly boy, do I allow you to ride in the same car with my family?" the old man's crutch knocked heavily on the floor, and his expression looked unfriendly.

Lao Zhang looked at the poor look of his young master. It was funny, but he was afraid of being beaten, so he tightened his face.

The old man looked at Xiao Yijin and became more and more angry. He had a good time abroad, but he forgot the boy. He was not at home. The smelly boy will take advantage of it.

"Ballad, you went out alone with the smelly boy?" the old man turned and looked at the nursery rhyme. The nursery rhyme shook his head like a rattle: "no, no, we went to dinner. Many people are there, but you know, I don't have a car. Naturally, I have to give a lift."

"Didn't I arrange a driver for you?" the old man asked.

Hearing the speech, the nursery rhyme nodded gently: "yes, but it's responsible for picking me up from work. I can't call others wherever I go. Grandpa, let's go. It's cold outside. Let's go home."

With that, the nursery rhyme shrunk his neck and leaned his head on the old man's shoulder.

Seeing that she was so clever, the old man blew his beard and glanced at Xiao Yijin, and then turned around: "OK, let's go. You should be more reserved in the future. Don't turn away easily, you know?"

Listening to the old man's words, the nursery rhyme broke into a cold sweat: "what do you mean? What do you mean I should be reserved? When will I stop being reserved?"

Old man: "hum..."

“……”

The grandparents and grandchildren left noisily. Xiao Yijin was also inexplicably relieved. He returned to the car and closed the door. He heard Lao Zhang say softly: "young master, you should actually follow up. The old man's attitude towards you is much better this time."

"The future is long. The old man's attitude depends on the attitude of the ballad. As long as the ballad is on my side, the old man will agree sooner or later. Let's go back. It's time for the ballad to play in a while." Xiao Yijin said, thinking of the way the nursery rhyme was playing coquettish with the old man's arm, he gently hooked his lips.

Lao Zhang started the car, turned around, drove a distance forward and said, "by the way, Miss Xiao Zihan is with you."

Xiao Yijin's eyes coagulated: "why did she run to me? Did you give her the key?"

"No, she probably took it from home. My wife had the key to your house before." Lao Zhang didn't want to mention Yu Ting, but sometimes he couldn't avoid it.

Xiao Yijin was silent and didn't speak. When she got home, Xiao Zihan was lying on the sofa crying and howling. She was still dragging a bottle of red wine in her hand and desperately filling her mouth.

There was a miasma in the room and the smell was very bad. Xiao Yijin wrinkled her nose and opened all the windows when she went in.

A gust of wind blew in. Xiao Zihan, who was only wearing a T-shirt, was shivering with cold. He hugged his arm and said in a hurry, "second brother, what are you doing? Don't you open the window and run away with the heating? Do you want to kill me?"

"You know I hate these strange smells in the house, and you make a mess here. It would be nice if I didn't throw you out." Xiao Yijin said the truth. He would have been clean. If Xiao Zihan hadn't been his sister, he would have kicked her out.