"If this hacker reappears, I'll allow you to use all your strength."

The glasses lady smiled, "Yes."

If it is in terms of seniority, before being recruited by the Qin family, she was the top three people among hackers.

That hacker was definitely no match for her.

Time passes day by day, and the sense of festivity of the Spring Festival becomes stronger and stronger.

The streets and alleys are decorated with red blessing characters, hung with lanterns and firecrackers, and at night the lights are like day, bright as the Red Sea.

Chinese New Year's Eve.

Song Mo took a bath, changed into a new set of festive clothes, and went downstairs for a reunion dinner.

Because it was a reunion dinner, for the sake of Song Qi, Xu Piao was also released.

She did not lose weight because of house arrest, nor was she fed fat by this leisure, she was dressed in a Shu brocade cheongsam, and she was quite an elegant and aging beauty.

In terms of self-discipline, Song Mo really admires Xu Piao, people can still maintain such a good figure in middle age, how can she gain weight from time to time because of too good food.

She was very glad that Xu Piao didn't have a very good background, otherwise it would be too difficult for her to take revenge.

Song Qing smiled and toasted with everyone, but when Xu Piao was saluted, the smile suddenly disappeared.

There is more than one person who guards against Xu Piao.

Song Rou stayed at Pei's house this year, but she also sent back a lot of gifts.

This year, fireworks are banned during the Spring Festival in the urban area of Jiangqi City, and the whole sky is cold and lonely.

After the Chinese New Year's Eve dinner, the Song family went to the rooftop.

The rooftop is decorated with red bulbs and lanterns, and although there are no fireworks, it looks joyful.

Song Lao took out his treasured chess and played a game with Song Rongjing.

"Oops, General." Song Qing stood beside Song Lao and pointed out.

Song Rongjing stared at his mother, his eyes full of resentment.

"Ha, son, you have to understand, the daughter is the father's little padded jacket, if you don't accept yourself to give birth to one." Song affectionately leaned on Old Man Song.

Song Rongjing felt that his mother was his grandfather's intimate little padded jacket, and he wore a soft hedgehog armor backwards.

"One more round, one more round." Old Man Song won this one, and his fighting spirit was in full swing.

Song Rongjing reluctantly went to rearrange the chess pieces.

On the other side, Song Mo took out the box of fairy sticks he bought in advance, and took out the lighter she had picked up from Song Rongjing, ready to light it.

"Grandpa, what do you think of what I wrote?" Song Qi took the blessing character he wrote and went upstairs.

"Good." Old Song nodded.

Song Qi smiled and looked at Song Mo defiantly, but Song Mo was fighting against the fairy stick he couldn't light and ignored her.

In the next second, Song Rongjing, who was opposite Song Lao, made an instant move.

"General!"

Song Lao instantly left his granddaughter behind, "No, I want to regret chess!"

Three times and two times, Song Qi was also left behind.

She pinched the word Fu in her hand, a little embarrassed.

Song Qing couldn't see it, so he took the word, "I'll go and paste the word "third miss", and the third miss and the second miss will go and play."

Song Qi walked outside a little embarrassed to watch Song Mo and Wei Yixin set off fireworks.

"It's on the spot!"

After many attempts, Song Mo finally lit a fire, and brilliant sparks burst out from the top of the fairy stick.

Then in the next second, the spark went out instantly.

Song Mo was disappointed.

"Hahaha, look at your bad luck!" Song Qi smiled next to him.

"You've got what you can do, you're coming!" Song Mo handed her the fairy stick box.

Song Qi confidently pulled out a firework stick, picked up the lighter, and lit it at the tip.

Nothing happened.

"Yo." Song Mo let out a mocking sound.

"This firework is damp!" Song Qi stuffed the things back to her and walked away boringly.

Song Mo checked the box, and sure enough, he found that the gunpowder on it was wet.

This fireworks

I can't let it go.

At this time, Song Rou's video call came in.

The Pei family is quite lively, with several children of all sizes surrounding Song Rou, which is really a scene full of children and grandchildren.

"Sister, you have become the king of children."

"The biggest one is here." Song Rou's eyes suddenly turned disgusted.

The camera moved down, Pei Huan lay on her lap and waved to the camera.

Song Mo was caught off guard and was stuffed with a mouthful of dog food.

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"No show of affection!"

"No, it's good to be single, but it's annoying to have a boyfriend." Song Rou was tired.

A good-looking boy is like the outer packaging of instant noodles, with all kinds of flavors on the outside, and his heart is full of technology and ruthlessness.

"Huh? Am I annoying?" Pei Huan suddenly got up dissatisfied.

The camera begins to shake violently.

An older child could be heard shouting on the phone.

"Uncle, auntie, we didn't see anything!"

The phone was hung up.

Song Mo looked at the screen of the mobile phone that restored the chat interface.

You can't eat the same dog food twice, and you can't eat the same single dog.

The Spring Festival Gala was playing on TV, and there was laughter and laughter in the house, but the Fang family was extremely tormented.

Fang Xing and Fang Ge stayed in front of the operating room, staring at the lamp during the operation, their hearts tormented.

The old man of the Fang family has already been pushed in.

The doctor said that the blood clot in the head was not easy to remove, and the old man was old, and the success rate of the operation was less than 30%.

"Eleven, a few of them are really, looking at us two unemployed vagrants, they kicked us over first." Fang Ge couldn't sit still.

Fang Ge's father is the youngest son of Old Man Fang, he is the only son in the family, and he is the fifth in the Fang family, one year older than Fang Jue and Fang Meng.

He said that he was unemployed, but he was not accurate, he was a painter who made a living by selling paintings. Usually not open, open for three years.

"Who told you not to be angry?" Fang Xing hummed.

"Do you still say that I, you studied literature, and published a book?"

"I wrote detectives in college, and then I was banned for bloody violence."

"What the hell is sealed."

"The ending is written that the male and female protagonists kiss, and then the whole book is sealed."

Fang Ge thought the joke was very hellish.

"Well, I'm the most unproductive." He was forced to admit.

"It's nothing, most circles are like this, no one discovers that they are penniless until they die, and the works are worth nothing until they die." Fang Xing stabbed hard.

"Uh......" Fang Ge was speechless.

"But brother, you don't have to be too discouraged, it's a big deal that the Fang family will support you for the rest of your life." Fang Xing comforted him.

"And what has become of me?"

A voice in the hallway replied, "Eat rice."

The person who came was Dong Zheng, a cousin of the Fang family, a child of Mrs. Fang's family, and he was the same generation as Fang Xing in terms of generation.

In Dong Zheng's opinion, the Fang family is a wealthy relative of the Dong family, but there are few people in this generation who can take on big responsibilities, among which Fang Ge and Fang Xing are the most unlearned.

A person who draws useless pictures all day long, and as a result, none of them sell; One was frightened by the accident, and really became a family squat.

So teaching these two people a lesson became a source of accomplishment for Dong Zheng.

But Fang Xing was not good at teaching lessons, so he set his sights on Fang Ge, who was easy to bully.