After settling the little squirrel, Wu Mei said goodbye and left, she had to go back to writing essays, Wu Zhengsi said that she was going to check, she had to write well, and earn a good impression on Wu Zhengsi.

As soon as Wu Mei left, Yan Mingda couldn't help but sue: "Grandma, you don't know how pitiful your grandson and I are today, my butt is shocked into three petals, and my eldest brother is ......."

The aggrieved Yan Mingda poured out all the things about Yan Mingshun's heavy color and light brother, and added a few taels of oil and vinegar in the middle, Yan Mingshun ate the watermelon quietly, without even looking at his younger brother.

Grandma Yang listened to it with relish, and looked at Yan Mingshun from time to time, the eldest grandson has been dull since he was a child, except for their old couple and Mingda, they ignore everyone, even if it is the same for him, but now it seems that Mingshun is quite unusual to the little girl of the martial family!

"Mingshun, when did you have such a good relationship with the little girl of the martial family? I've never seen you play with before, huh? The old lady inquired curiously.

"It's not good, it's pleasing to the eye." Yan Mingshun looked indifferent, put the cleaned watermelon skin on the stone table, got up and walked into the house, stopped halfway through, and turned around and instructed:

"Grandma, you have to watch Ah Hua in prison, don't let it eat the little squirrel!"

"Don't worry, Guan Bao can't eat it." Grandma Yang smiled and patted her chest to reassure.

Yan Mingshun hooked his lips with satisfaction, and went to the bathroom to take a bath without hurrying, Grandma Yang squinted and enjoyed herself for a while, and entered the house with a much more lively little squirrel, I have to get a comfortable nest for the little guy, and I have to give it a bath, look at this burial.

Wu Mei trotted back home, Wu Zhengsi went to the bathhouse to take a bath, only He Biyun and Wu Yue were at home, Wu Mei's heart sank, and he greeted He Biyun in a low voice, and got the expected cold face.

"Meimei is back? Is Phoenix Mountain fun? Wu Yue walked out of the house and greeted her with a smile.

Wu Mei was vigilant, Wu Zhengsi was not at home, why was Wu Yue so enthusiastic?

What did she want to do?

"It's fun." Wu Mei replied lightly, not wanting to talk to Wu Yue more, and was going to go to the house to write an essay.

He Biyun had been cleaning for a day, and she was so tired that she couldn't straighten her waist, if Wu Yue hadn't persuaded her before, she would have had a seizure as soon as Wu Mei entered the door, but now seeing Wu Mei's death of ignoring Wu Yue, she couldn't help it at all.

"Dead girl, what's your attitude? Who in the family owes you? Who will show this dead face all day long? ”

He Biyun came up and twisted Wu Mei a few times, Wu Yue looked at it coldly for a while, and then stepped forward and grabbed He Biyun, "Mom, don't be angry." ”

She glanced at He Biyun as she spoke, He Biyun understood, and was also a little worried that Wu Zhengsi would lose his temper when he came back for a while, and glared at Wu Mei angrily, "Go and wipe the stove outside, you will know how to play all day long!" ”

"I'm going to write an essay, and Dad will check it in a moment." Wu Mei sneered in her heart, now there is no range hood, the stove is greasy every few days, she used to wipe it, and He Biyun is the most annoying to do this.

He Biyun picked up his hand again, Wu Yue pulled it hard, and said with a smile: "Meimei go write an essay, if you don't understand, you can ask me." ”

Wu Mei entered the room, very puzzled by Wu Yue's abnormality, Wu Zhengsi was not at home, who did she show to act?

Outside the house, Wu Yue whispered and persuaded: "Dad is coming back soon, Mom, don't make Dad angry anymore." ”

He Biyun scolded 'dead girl' angrily, so she had to clean up the stove by herself, otherwise Wu Zhengsi would have to say that she didn't care about hygiene when she saw it.

Wu Yue came to the door and looked at Wu Mei who was writing seriously from a distance, the smile on his face disappeared, thoughtful.