Around noon.

The two walked hand in hand to the door of Rong's house.

Rong Wanqi stood at the door of the house and hesitated, Qiao Muqi clenched Rong Wanqi's hand, signaling that she didn't need to be afraid.

Rong's father and mother were anxiously waiting in the living room, and the doorbell rang "Ding Dong ~ Ding Dong".

Father Rong looked at the figures of Qiao Muqi and Rong Wanqi in the cat's eyes, and a playful smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Father Rong did not open the door directly, but watched the expressions of the two in the cat's eyes, and I have to say that Father Rong was very dark.

Five minutes later, the door still didn't open, and by the tenth minute, Rong Wanqi looked at someone's eyes in the cat's eye, and couldn't help poking the small hole in the cat's eye with his hand.

"Haha", Rong Wanqi laughed loudly.

Qiao Muqi looked at her gently, she had changed a lot in the past four years. Out of the appearance of a thirteen-year-old child, he has already passed 165. That little face is not too much to describe as beautiful and refined. The big eyes with double eyelids are always cunning. The ruddy little mouth hooks up with naughtiness. The denim blue shorts show two long legs, and the skin of the legs is fair and delicate. The short-sleeved T-shirt of the cotton wraps around the well-developed upper body tightly.

Her eyes darkened over her round bulge. He bent over and pulled her over and wrapped her in his arms.

Qiao Muqi looked into the girl's eyes, Rong Wanqi blinked, and turned his gaze away from Qiao Muqi.

"Huh." Rong Wanqi's eyes lit up.

The cunning in her big eyes flashed, but Qiao Muqi still caught the cunning in her eyes.

Rong Wanqi stretched out his hand and groped in next to a cargo cabinet at the door. Suddenly, a smug smile flashed across his face.

"La~la~".

Rong Wanqi sang happily, took out a spare key that had not been used at home for several years, and pounced on Qiao Muqi who was standing at the door.

Qiao Muqi made a quick move, grabbed one of Rong Wanqi's arms, and stabilized her body. This little girl is so old and frizzy.

Rong Wanqi pursed her lips, angrily accusing her father's behavior, just opening the door, and almost fell to my death.

"Alright." Qiao Muqi grabbed her shoulders and turned around.

Rong Wanqi was a lot angry with her father's behavior. Father Rong sneezed loudly in the living room.

"Poof~" Mother Rong couldn't help laughing when she looked at Father Rong's childish behavior at this time.

The sound of the door opening came from not far away, and Father Rong frowned, and the schadenfreude just now suddenly turned into worry.

When her daughter grew up, the little padded jacket had already become a little devil, and Rong's father couldn't help but have a headache when he thought about the pranks of the past few years.

As soon as Rong Wanqi and Qiao Muqi put their suitcases in the living room, Father Rong's expression immediately became solemn.

"Dad, are you disappointed with my actions today?" Rong Wanqi questioned Rong's father.

"No, no. How dare I have any opinion. Father Rong responded quickly to his daughter.

Qiao Muqi stood in the living room and looked at the house that had not changed in the past four years, and his heart softened a little.

"Uncle, aunt." Qiao Muqi called out to Father and Mother, who were once very familiar.

Father Rong and Mother Rong nodded slightly at Qiao Muqi.

"Late seven, I miss you so much." Qiao Muqi looked at her affectionately.

Rong Wanqi lowered her head shyly, not knowing how to answer for a while.