Leng Aojun is three and a half years younger

"I'll give double the price, now you have to come alone, no, two people, no, three people are fine."

"Sorry, our working hours have passed, thank you for your patronage."

"What's your attitude, you don't make money if you have money?
... Didi" the phone had been hung up with a click, and Luo Mu was so angry that her face turned green, especially when she looked back and saw so much garbage in front of her, the smile on her face was almost hard to maintain.

In my heart, I blame Luo Qingqian to death, she is her daughter, so don't you want to do such a thing?
Although Luo Mu was extremely angry, she still had to clean up the living room.

After Luomu cleaned up for three hours, the living room finally had some original appearance.

She was so tired that her waist was sore and her back ached. At this time, Luo's father came back from the banquet, his face was reddish. It was obvious that he drank a lot of wine, but he was not so drunk that he lost his mind.

Seeing Luo Mu mopping the floor with a mop, he frowned: "Why are you doing it, where is Zhang Ma?"

A guilty conscience flashed in Luo's mother's eyes, she wiped her hands and stepped forward to take Luo's father's briefcase, "Mother Zhang has something to go home, I'll give her a break."

Of course, she couldn't say that she deliberately sent Zhang's mother away to satisfy her daughter's birthday party.

A flash of surprise flashed in Luo's father's eyes, and he subconsciously asked, "Aren't you so harsh on others before? Why are you thinking about letting her go on vacation today?"

As for his wife, Luo's father still understands her character, but he usually doesn't care about it, it's just being stingy, and he doesn't take it seriously.

Luo's mother was still guilty at first, but when she heard Luo's father say this, her face became stinky: "Am I such a harsh person that I don't even allow people to take a day off? Besides, today is Xiaoya's birthday, so I can't feel that way." Okay, do something nice?"

Father Luo waved his hand: "Okay, okay, what you said is right."

"By the way, is Qianqian back?" Father Luo frowned and sat on the sofa, rubbing his forehead with some discomfort.

When Luo's mother heard him ask Luo Qingqian, a moment of displeasure flickered at the corner of her mouth: "Why didn't you come back? I asked her to clean the house for me, but she didn't do it. Who knows where she went now."

"Are you sure?" Father Luo still had some doubts, Luo Qingqian was not such a disobedient child in his heart.

Chen Shufang (stepmother) saw that Luo's father didn't believe her, and said a little angrily: "Could it be that as a stepmother, I can still lie and arrange her?"

"And they said it's not uncommon to go back to Luo's house, so you can stick to their cold ass." Chen Shufang (stepmother) snorted, rubbed her sore waist, and sat down on the sofa

It was as if he didn't want to pay attention to Luo's father.

Luo's father frowned, suppressing anger in his eyes, picked up the phone, and called Luo Qingqian directly.

A successful smile flashed across Chen Shufang's (stepmother's) eyes, and she breathed a sigh of relief, lying on the sofa feeling that her back didn't even hurt.

"Dad, are you looking for me?" Suddenly a panting voice came from the door.

Luo Qingqian touched the sweat on her forehead and walked in from the yard. Chen Shufang (stepmother) saw Luo Qingqian as if she had seen a ghost.

"Why are you here?" Lin Chenshufang (stepmother) exclaimed subconsciously.

Luo Qingqian glanced at her, then slightly lowered her eyelids: "Just now I saw that the yard was a bit dirty, so I went to clean it up."

Father Luo's expression relaxed, and he tugged on his tie: "Didn't you get hurt? How do you clean up the yard?"

After Luo's father said this, he was stunned for a moment. He had forgotten that Luo Qingqian was injured just now, and his expression was a little dazed.