You make money, I spend it, the rich stepmother is happy

In the evening, Sheng Mumu returned to Xiyu Yueting.

While bending over to change shoes, the phone vibrated.

Received Qi Mo's WeChat.

"I have a dinner with friends tonight, so I won't come back for dinner."

Sheng Mumu was stunned for a few seconds.

What is this doing.

Report to her?

Sheng Mumu smiled and knocked on the screen, and replied: "Male virtue points +1"

Just after sending the message, the corners of her lips pursed slightly.

The long eyelashes were lowered, covering the faintly flickering light in the bottom of the eyes, and added another sentence:

"Favourability +1"

the other side.

Qi Mo is on his way to the dinner.

Seeing her message, his chest vibrated a few times, and his laughter was low.

The slender knuckles hang above the screen, press to reply:

"Are you so cautious in giving points, sir, should you think about it again?"

Sheng Mumu was still changing shoes, but seeing that her phone was on, she simply sat down on the shoe changing stool.

Leaning on the soft cushion behind her, she clicked on the dialog box, and suddenly raised her eyebrows.

The man in the back seat of the luxury car kept looking at his phone.

After a short sound effect of "xu", the screen received her message:

"This player, if you say more, you will be deducted."

in the villa.

Butler Zhang stood aside with his hands behind his back, with an expression of "I understand everything".

Properly handed over a warm towel and wiped his wife's hands.

Sheng Mumu was just about to pick up a hot towel when new news came.

The hand that was still in the air stopped, retracted, and turned on the phone.

Qi Mo: "Don't, a point is a point, I'll save it slowly."

Sheng Mumu couldn't help imagining in his head how Qi Mo said this in a low voice.

Just thinking about it, her clear eyes curved up, and the pear dimples sank slightly.

Kind of funny.

At this time, there was a sound of footsteps behind him.

procrastination, lazy.

As soon as he heard it, he knew that it was Qi Shaobai who had returned.

Sheng Mumu changed her indoor slippers and turned to look.

"Xiaoqi, tonight your dad is going out to entertain, I have a big plan, and I sincerely invite you to join me."

Qi Shaobai was carrying his schoolbag on one shoulder, and frowned vigilantly upon hearing this.

"what's the plan."

The more serious Sheng Mumu looked, the more he felt that nothing good happened.

When she received the stack of test papers last time, she had the same expression on her face.

Thinking of this, Qi Shaobai wanted to sneak back to the room.

Instead of being lazy in the past, I quickly changed my shoes and walked in.

Casually throw down a sentence:

"I'm going to pack my schoolbag."

Sheng Mumu raised her eyebrows, seeing through Qi Shaobai's lame tricks.

Qi Shaobai usually throws his schoolbag on the sofa when he comes back, and goes straight to the restaurant.

The world is big, and the food is the biggest.

Today, for the first time, I have to pack my schoolbag.

Poor acting!

"Come back!" Sheng Mumu suddenly called out.

The tone was not heavy, but it was serious enough to make Qi Shaobai stop and turn his head leisurely.

That cold and unruly face.

Innocent, weak, and pathetic at the moment.

Sheng Mumu's tone slowed down, and said in a persuasive tone:

"Xiao Qi, isn't it autumn now—"

Qi Shaobai didn't understand the meaning of her opening remarks.

The more he couldn't understand, the more vigilant he became. Subconsciously, he tilted his neck back and looked at her suspiciously.

Sheng Mumu: "The weather is getting colder, the body knows this signal, and will start to accumulate fat in advance to prepare for the winter."

Qi Shaobai raised his eyebrows, "so?"

Sheng Mumu was stunned, and took a shallow breath: "I know that your English has improved, but you don't have to open your mouth to show it off."

Qi Shaobai suppressed his smile: "Okay."

Sheng Mumu continued to talk about her "big plan":

"So I was thinking, how about we also learn from your dad and make reasonable use of the gym at home and exercise two...one day a week?"

"You want to lose weight?" Qi Shaobai said exactly what he said, after thinking about it, he said, "You are not fat at all, why lose weight, besides, I don't need to lose weight, so I am too lazy to move."

"Exercise! Exercise! It's not about losing weight." Sheng Mumu squinted his eyes and looked him up and down, "Didn't you realize that you have been tortured by studies recently and you are out of shape?"

"..." Qi Shaobai, "...huh?"

Have it?

Where is it out of shape? ? ?

Sheng Mumu is not talking nonsense, she recently discovered that Qi Shaobai's mental state is obviously not as good as during the summer vacation.

During the summer vacation, almost half of the time, Qi Shaobai would go out to play with Wei Chaonan.

Since entering the third year of high school, she has never seen him go out to play basketball once.

Every night at the end of self-study, I shut myself in the room, and only came out briefly when I went to the kitchen to get drinks and snacks.

So on the way back, Sheng Mumu seriously thought that Qi Shaobai must be allowed to join the exercise.

Academics are important, but the body is even more important.

Sheng Mumu nodded involuntarily.

Ok.

Definitely not because she weighed herself in the morning and found out that she was two pounds heavier.

It's not because she thinks exercising alone is too boring and wants to find a partner for exercising.

Seeing that Qi Shaobai still had an expression of "I don't want to move", Sheng Mumu didn't use his stepmother to force him, but persuaded him from another angle:

"Student Xiaoqi, think about it. From a certain point of view, insisting on exercising every week is a manifestation of self-discipline. Once a person achieves self-discipline, what else can stump you in life."

"No, from a certain point of view—" Qi Shaobai shrugged unmoved.

There are plausible words:

"—Insisting on non-self-discipline is also a manifestation of self-discipline."

Sheng Mumu: ...

hiss……

This……

Justified.

For a while, I couldn't find a reasonable argument to refute.

Qi Shaobai lifted his brows slightly, stared at her with round eyes, conveying with his expression: I am right.

Sheng Mumu's temples twitched and he sighed helplessly.

She finally knew why Qi Shaobai always lost points in Chinese reading comprehension.

It's strange to be able to do this kind of brain circuit right.

Since it's useless to say anything.

Sheng Mumu had no choice but to resort to the last trick.

"Well, twisted melons are not sweet."

She spread her hands indifferently, walked towards the restaurant, and said lightly: "It's okay, I'll talk to your dad, he said that his plan to take you to the gym has been shelved."

"Ah? Dad said he wants to take me to the gym?" Qi Shaobai was taken aback when he heard this, and followed his steps.

"That's right." Sheng Mumu didn't turn her head, "I'm just a go-between, since you don't want to, there's no need to force it."

As he said that, he turned his head casually and glanced at him, "Actually, I also think your father's proposal is very boring, who is so—"

"Go." Qi Shaobai interrupted Sheng Mumu, "I'll go."

Sheng Mumu stopped and turned completely to Qi Shaobai, "Huh?"

Qi Shaobai staggered his eyes, and cast his eyes to the sky arrogantly and docilely.

Lifting his chin slightly, he said:

"Thinking about it now, what you said makes sense. I've been a little thin and out of shape recently."

Sheng Mumu held back her laughter, and performed a full set of plays, with a serious expression, "Okay, it's up to you."

After returning to the bedroom after dinner, Sheng Mumu remembered to talk to Qi Mo about it.

Send him a message.

"Hold me, I have arranged a mission for you without your knowledge."

"Bite the handkerchief and laugh.jpg"

At the dinner table, the man was exchanging glasses with his business partners.

Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the phone turning on.

After reading the message, Qi Mo didn't put the phone back on the table.

Instead, he put it in his pocket and put down the wine glass slowly.

People around saw his movements and looked over.

A faint smile appeared on Qi Mo's handsome face, and he said to the old business friends who had known each other for many years:

"Sorry, take your time, I have to go first..."

Everyone at the table had never seen such a small expression on Qi Mo's face that could be called "satisfied".

They looked at each other in bewilderment.

I saw that Qi Mo stood up and walked towards the door of the private room.

The micro-speaker's voice fluttered down.

"My wife urged me to go home."