Zhang Yushu thought that he was dreaming without waking up, and twisted his arm, not dreaming.

"How did you end up at my house?" Zhang Yushu asked.

Zhang Ziyin handed the spatula to Luo Ting and said, "Mommy asked me to come over and take care of you." ”

Zhang Yushu hadn't figured it out for a while, the beautiful woman in front of him was his sister, his own sister.

The doorbell rang, Zhang Yushu went to open the door, and finally saw someone he knew.

"Why are you here?" Shu Jingjing was still carrying two bags of things in her hands.

Zhang Yushu frowned and said, "This is my home!" ”

Chu Hexin was about to enter the door with two big bags of things and said, "Brother, I forgot to tell you, he is an uncle." ”

"I know he's Shu Shu, why do you call him so intimate?" Shu said quietly.

Chu Hexin said, "The uncle I'm talking about is that he is our father's own brother, you have to call him uncle!" ”

Shu Jingjing: "......"

"Sister, are you serious?"

"What are you lying to!" Chu Hexin walked into the house with two large bags of snacks.

Zhang Yushu looked at them and asked, "What are you doing at my house?" ”

This snack cake looks like it's going to party.

"It's a party."

"All out!" Zhang Yushu pointed to the door and said.

He hasn't come out of the pain of falling out of love yet, and he has no leisure to party.

Chu Hexin hugged the snacks and said, "Shouldn't you have a half-time party to celebrate that you have found a new girlfriend?" You probably don't know our family, half of the party is more familiar. ”

"Where's my new girlfriend?"

Zhang Yushu asked.

Chu Hexin said: "Don't pretend, the parent-child outfits are all on, and you still don't admit it!" Isn't that Feng Ran's sister next door your girlfriend? ”

When he said this, Feng Ran just opened the door and came out, and was stunned when he heard this, and looked up at Zhang Yushu.

Zhang Yushu subconsciously denied: "Chu Hexin, what nonsense are you talking about? I treat her seniors as my sister! ”

Feng Ran breathed a sigh of relief.

"Mom, where are you going?" Xingxing chased out with his little short legs, and saw that there were many people in black at the door of the house next door, and he was stunned for a moment, "Mom, I'm afraid." ”

Feng Ran picked up the little star and said, "Didn't Mommy say it?" There's a party today, you and your aunt are obediently at home, and your mother will bring you dessert when she comes back. ”

"Shall we go together?" The little star put his arms around Feng Ran's neck, "Don't leave the stars." ”

Feng Ran sighed, "Okay, let's go together." ”

Zhang Yushu said: "Sister, where are you going?" ”

"My high school reunion." Feng Ran said, "I didn't want to participate, but when I drove back yesterday, I was seen by my classmates, and I couldn't push it." ”

Zhang Yushu also remembered that when he was waiting for the red light yesterday, there was a car that kept honking its horn again.

Feng Ran hugged the stars and felt struggling.

"You're going to a class reunion like this?" Zhang Yushu glanced at Feng Ran.

Because the hairstyle is much better than before, but the clothes she wears are extremely conservative, and she can't show her figure at all.

"Otherwise?"

"You wait."

Zhang Yushu went to the master bedroom, opened the wardrobe, and took out a set of comfortable clothes from the wardrobe.

He didn't understand it before, but now he suddenly remembered that his mother's clothes had never been repeated, and he had never seen his mother wash a single garment!

Even on a business trip, her suitcase is empty.

But almost all the clothes in the wardrobe are brand new.

Zhang Yushu picked a skirt that was more suitable for Feng Ran and brought it to her, this skirt has a small dress style, which is very suitable for Feng Ran.

Even if Shu Jiao's height is a little taller than Feng Ran, it won't have any effect if it's a short skirt.

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