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

Although Qi Shaobai defined Cheng Xin as "Wishing Pool 2.0" in his heart, he did not express his joy clearly on his face.

There is a kind of elder who gives you a red envelope during the Chinese New Year, even if you want to accept it very much, you still have to say that it is so embarrassing and polite.

He quickly glanced in the direction of his father and Sheng Mumu.

Then he showed a polite and docile appearance, and replied in a model way:

"You don't need to give me a meeting gift uncle, I don't need anything."

Cheng Xin immediately let out a low laugh, and the broken hair on his forehead trembled slightly with the laughter, looking at the junior whom he met for the first time with great interest.

Cheng Xin has taken care of Cheng Zhuo since his parents passed away.

Among the three adults at the table, it can be said that they know the boy's temperament best.

One glance sees through Qi Shaobai's psychology of wanting but being too embarrassed to say so.

He didn't give Qi Shaobai room to refuse again, the president's personality showed, and he directly asked a series of questions:

"Qi Shaobai, do you usually like to exercise?"

"Football, basketball, tennis, horseback riding, golf?"

"Or, are you more interested in reading books, musical instruments, and playing with models?"

Cheng Xin quickly searched the hobbies that high school boys might have in his mind.

Qi Shaobai leaned back in the chair.

An expression of "If you are so persistent and insist on giving me a meeting gift, then it would be impolite for me to push and push."

Baring his big white teeth, he laughed out loud:

"Hey, I usually play a little more basketball, and I occasionally play Lego at home."

After the words fell, as if he was afraid of something, he immediately added another sentence:

"However, I haven't played for a long time as I'm preparing for the college entrance examination. I plan to have a good time after the exam."

"Okay, I understand." Cheng Xin nodded.

Put your hands on the overlapping long legs, pointing to the back of the other hand with your fingertips.

Thoughtful, he spoke after a few seconds:

"I have a lot of Lego models in my home abroad. Unfortunately, some out-of-print boxes have been given away to others recently, but you should like the rest."

Cheng Xin's tone was a little regretful, and he didn't notice that Qi Shaobai became energetic after hearing his words.

"Really, uncle?" Qi Shaobai's eyes widened, "Are you a Lego collector???"

He couldn't believe it.

Uncle looks just like Dad, with no desires or desires, calm and breezy.

There is actually a hobby of collecting Lego, but it is still out of print!

Cheng Xin smiled slightly, and the pear dimple showed a rare naughty arc:

"Yeah, we have the same hobbies, it seems that we will have a good chat in the future."

"Yeah!" Qi Shaobai's head was like garlic.

Then...

Unrelated uncles and nephews chatted in an encrypted conversation that only they could understand.

"Uncle, I just got an old Star Wars X-Fighter recently! Is it cool?"

"Cool, I used to have this set too, and I transferred it to someone else a while ago."

"Ah, that's a pity, this set can't be bought anywhere now."

"It's not a pity, I still have the Star Wars Pluto cruiser, brand new and undismantled."

"Damn, damn!" Qi Shaobai's eyes were straightened with envy, and he didn't remember to use civilized language all of a sudden, and blurted out, "This was released 20 years ago! Uncle, you are so awesome!"

The words fall.

On the other side of the round dining table, Qi Mo and Sheng Mumu shot their gazes over.

Qi Mo's brows twitched slightly, vaguely displeased.

The corners of Sheng Mumu's lips sank, if it wasn't for an empty seat, he might have passed by with a brain crash.

However, Qi Shaobai was completely chatted up.

He didn't pay attention to their reminding eyes at all.

Because uncle promised to give him the out-of-print cruiser.

He didn't raise his arms and cheer on the spot, which was considered very restrained.

Sheng Mumu listened to their chat, and the more they listened, the more familiar they became.

Old Star Wars X-Men, Millennium Falcon, 14-carat gold-plated Bo Buffett...

hiss--

Why did the models sent by the eldest brother happen to be the same as the ones she asked "Dream Master" to help find? ? ?

It wouldn't be so coincidental.

She remembered that the IP of "Dream Master" seemed to be from abroad.

Shouldn't...

A thought came to mind quietly.

Sheng Mumu took out his phone and put it under the table.

Click on "Dream Master" WeChat.

In the column of personal information, under the Two-dimensional anime avatar, it shows——

Region: North America

Sheng Mumu: "!!!"

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He gasped in surprise and covered his jaw that was about to drop from shock.

"what happened?"

A gentle questioning voice came.

Qi Mo noticed her abnormality and asked with concern.

Sheng Mumu raised his eyes, put his hand under the table, pointed to the phone, and then pointed to his elder brother.

The bright eyes opened wider and wider.

Expressions are used instead of words.

Qi Mo raised his brows slightly, and looked back and forth in the direction of her finger.

I probably understood what she meant, but still had a little doubt.

He leaned over and leaned towards her.

Get closer.

"You mean, the one on the phone..." Qi Mo looked intently at the screen, paused, and laughed, "This Dream Master, is your brother?"

"Well! I feel it is!" Sheng Mumu nodded vigorously.

Qi Mo: "Did you not have your brother's WeChat before?"

He guessed from her reaction that things were not simple.

Since he suspected that Cheng Xin was the person on the phone, and he didn't want to ask directly, he might have something to hide.

Sheng Mumu shook her head, "No, I forgot to add it. I only have my brother's phone number, and I haven't chatted on WeChat."

"That's it..." Qi Mo nodded his chin lightly, grabbed her shoulders, and leaned his head towards her.

The handsome and three-dimensional facial features are instantly drawn closer.

The big palm on her shoulder lightly rubbed a few times.

With a smile on the corner of Qi Mo's mouth, he said in a volume that only the two of them could hear:

"Do you need me to ask for you?"

The tone is gentle and tender.

The depressed voice was magnetically hoarse, warming Sheng Mumu's cochlea.

In the huge private room of the restaurant, the two of them leaned their heads against each other, huddled together and whispering.

bang bang-

There is an inexplicable... secret palpitation.

Sheng Mumu pursed her lips, took a shallow breath, and adjusted her heart rate.

The hand under the table moved, put the phone on Qi Mo's lap, and rubbed the back of his hand against his trousers.

Whispered: "How about...you can see what I talked with Master Yuanmeng first..."

She decided to ask Qi Mo for the truth.

Including how to fool the "Dream Master" with lies before.

Qi Mo's long eyelashes drew down, his Adam's apple rolled slightly.

Pick up the phone with your free hand and turn it slowly.

The emotion in the bottom of the eyes gradually changed from "indifferent" to "surprised".

After a while, with a slight smile on his lips, he slowly turned his head, and the doting starlight danced in his eyes.

Suddenly, he stretched out his hand and gently scratched the tip of her upturned and small nose.

"You are fooling around."

Sheng Mumu: "..."

As if being given body by his sudden movement.

Sheng Mumu's earlobes were red, and she blinked in a daze.

As if trying to cover up, he touched the hot ears, and quickly lowered his head.

The curled eyelashes fluttered slightly with the stammering words.

"You...you help me find a way first."

Qi Mo's voice was low and mellow and he smiled: "Okay."

In the next few minutes, the two had their own thoughts and discussed it as if nothing had happened.

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