At dinner, everyone ate quietly.

Qi Yemo sat in the master's seat and ate unhurriedly. Qin Huo stood behind him with straight hands.

Qi Yan also rarely didn't tease his mother Song Ruling.

Yangyang even ate by himself, and after Song Ruling's "teaching", he even became very cautious about picking up vegetables.

As for Fei'er, he looked at Qi Yemo's slightly worried look, and he couldn't eat it.

After dinner, Yang Yang took advantage of everyone's lack of attention, and ran to his bedroom with a smoke, and 'a ball' also ran in.

As soon as the door was closed, Yang Yang could finally breathe a long sigh of relief, and his small body fell heavily on the big bed, and the softness was like falling into a cotton bag.

Lying on the bed, I looked around: a pale yellow wooden fence was underneath the pale blue and white floral wallpaper.

To the left of the bed are two very classic wooden doors, on which four rows of square glass are neatly arranged.

Outside the gate is a balcony with a white fence. Here you can see the private garden of the Qi family.

On both sides of the gate hang floor-to-ceiling curtains made of high-quality flannel.

To the right of the bed is a half-wall-sized wardrobe that leads from the floor to the roof.

The floor of the bedroom is covered with a deep red hardwood floor, which reflects a dim light in the starlight of the roof.

More attractive than the gorgeous decoration of the room, what attracts Yang Yang more is that there is a 40-inch flat-screen TV hanging on the wall at the foot of the bed!

Now it's good, he doesn't have to worry about secretly watching TV like he used to.

Yangyang's current room is really many times better than the one I live in with my mother.

Looking at all this in front of him, he felt as if it was a dream, but it was the most real.

From his pocket, he carefully pulled out the paper ball of the morning lottery.

Slowly opened it, looking at the word 'stay' written inside, I couldn't help frowning slightly.

Although this was his way of making sure that he could come to Qi's house, after spending an afternoon here, he felt that this place was not what he had imagined.

Although he could eat a lot of delicious food, Song Ruling's talk about the Qi family's house rules all afternoon made him feel extremely big.

Yang Yang rolled out of bed and picked up the 'ball' lying on the ground wheezing.

He frowned and said to it, "'Ball', did you think my decision to come here was right?" Grandma has been like a different person since my grandfather had a stroke, she doesn't treat me well, she doesn't say anything about me everywhere, and she doesn't let me live in Chenchen's room anymore......"

Speaking of this, Yang Yang's little face was straight: "Even if my grandmother doesn't like me, and Dead Bird's father makes trouble for me again, in order to surpass Chenchen, I must endure and persevere!" ”

"Woo......" 'Ball' looked at Yang Yang with the same sad look.

There was a soft knock on the door ...... tuk tuk.

Yang Yang hurriedly put the 'ball' on the ground, and then put the note into his pocket again.

Then he trotted to open the door.

As soon as the door opened, I saw Qin Huo standing at the door in a regular manner.

"Uncle man, do you have something to do?" Yang Yang raised his head and looked at Qin Huo, who was at least two of his own heights, and asked.

Qin Huo lowered his head and looked at Yang Yang: "Young Master Yang Yang, the master asked me to ask you to go to the hall." ”

Yang Yang's face immediately changed color. After lunch, my grandmother gave herself a long speech in the hall all afternoon. Now that Daddy Dead Bird had called himself to the hall after dinner, wouldn't that be a great reason to talk to him all night.

Oh my God, it's not a day to sleep.