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The faint scent of the sheets is the lemon scent of laundry detergent, and the thin quilt has a sun-dried smell. The air conditioner is on in the room. Zhang Rong has taken a shower and is covered with water beads, and her whole body is refreshed.

Lying in bed, not much happened today, but there were too many memories, and Zhang Rong fell asleep quickly.

Xixi quietly opened the door with her book in her arms, and saw her brother sleeping with his belly basking in the sun, showing a sweet smile. Zhang's mother came in shortly after, saw her son sleeping, with a smile on her face, and whispered: "Xixi, My brother is asleep. Let's play with him tomorrow." He covered his son with a quilt and pulled his daughter out of the room.

"Mom, I want to learn martial arts." Xixi raised her head and looked at her mother expectantly with her big eyes.

Zhang's mother touched her daughter's head and swallowed her objections after her daughter's next words.

"When I learn martial arts, I can protect my mother and brother. If anyone talks bad about my brother again, I will beat him up." Xixi said, shaking her little head.

"Okay, I'll enroll Xixi in martial arts class tomorrow."

Zhang Rong spent the weekend at home and took his mother and Xixi to the zoo to play. The sun made Xixi's face turn red, but she was as happy as the sun. The little guy adores her brother so much. Feeling the warmth of the family, Zhang Rong hugged Xixi and told Xixi a bedtime story, but she always felt that something was missing.

[System, did I forget something? 】I always feel like something is weird.

The system is too lazy to pay attention to the host. If he doesn't complete the task quickly, he will spend the whole day eating, drinking and having fun. It's not his fault! 【Telephone! ]

[Yes, yes, it's a phone. I said why is it so strange? Where's my cell phone? 】Zhang Rong coaxed Xixi and searched his pockets, only to realize that he had left his cell phone on the set. Just what he said, why didn't Luo Jiahe call him?

I took out the crumpled homework paper. I originally wanted to be cold and let Corporal Luo Jiahe Lixian, but now it seems that it is better to take the initiative. He was now poor and only had about ten yuan left. He couldn't afford a mobile phone and was too embarrassed to ask his mother for money. He took the piece of paper to the living room and dialed the phone number.

Luo Jiahe was having a friendly parent-child activity with Da Mao when his cell phone rang. When he saw it was an unfamiliar landline number, he hesitated but answered it.

"I'm Luo Jiahe, you, Zhang Zirong? Oh, that boy, I know, what happened when I called you and turned off my phone? I thought you were lying to me! Okay, come to my office tomorrow, Monday, at ten o'clock in the morning and wait I'm OK." After hanging up the phone, Luo Jiahe stared at Da Mao and smiled, "Your father is here to capture your brother-in-law!" Miss Xixi is a beautiful girl!

"Dad, don't cheat!" Da Mao said that he was so childish.

Luo Jiahe's eyebrows drooped when he was discovered, and he put the sunspot that he had secretly moved in his hand back to its original place, "Are you my son or your uncle's son? You are nothing like me. If I hadn't known that your uncle likes men, I would still have I really doubt--"

"Luo Jiahe, your foul mouth can't speak." Luo Cheng heard this when he opened the door and walked in.

As soon as Da Mao saw his uncle coming, he complained, "My dad secretly cheated on me while playing backgammon."

"You kid!" Luo Jiahe laughed and cursed, "I have been complaining to your uncle about me all day long! I won't tell you next time Let’s play!” He threw away the black piece in his hand and said enthusiastically: “Brother, guess whose call I just answered? Hey, you are so cold. Are you frigid? Okay, okay, take it. I'm not going to say anything nonsense. He was the funny kid who picked up Da Mao from school that day. He lost his cell phone and just called me. Brother, this kid is smart and not cunning. He's lovable, I'm going to sign him to my company."

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