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

Sheng Mumu had been busy with the wedding recently, and she was having a great time dating a certain black dog after marriage. It took her a while to realize that Qi Shaobai had changed.

It was when Qi Shaobai suddenly proposed at the dinner table one weekend that he wanted to reduce his pocket money that Sheng Mumu smelled something strange.

No, it's weird!

What's wrong with this kid?

Who is a good person who would think too much pocket money?

Sheng Mumu: "Xiao Qi, after receiving education from a higher education institution, his whole ideological realm has been sublimated."

Qi Shaobai was speechless and felt ashamed, "Uh... you are exaggerating a bit."

After all, he can't fully make his own money yet.

However, he already has plans to follow his father's example and write software programs while completing his studies.

Even if it is difficult to earn a generous first pot of gold like my father, it should be possible to maintain personal expenses.

He remembered what Sheng Mumu once said to him - "You must do what you say. If you don't do it, or you have a hunch that you can't do it, it's better not to make a promise in the first place."

You must have a plan when doing things, and don't just talk and think about it.

So a week ago, he had a chat with a boy in his college class who had a good relationship about writing programs to start a business.

Both of them are technical heads, and both entered the software engineering department with high scores, and they quickly reached an intention to cooperate.

They can program and discuss logic, but they are not very good at social communication and sorting out market demand.

By chance, when my good friend Wei Chaonan learned about this, he patted his chest and boasted: "I'm good at this! Just focus on the technology and leave the social stuff to me."

Qi Shaobai pondered for a while and then said, "Well, I can rest assured that I can cooperate with you, dad."

Wei Chaonan: "..."

In this way, the Caotai team’s entrepreneurial team took preliminary shape.

Qi Shaobai set a goal for himself to support himself within a year. Before that, he only asked his family for basic living expenses.

Of course, this idea didn't come out of the blue.

……

One morning a week ago, the first class was an elective course taken by various departments.

The elective courses have very few credits and the teacher management is relatively loose.

Qi Shaobai arrived late to the classroom after lazily eating breakfast and sat in the last row, preparing to catch up on his sleep.

As soon as I closed my eyes, the conversation among the girls in the front row drifted to the back row.

He overheard a few words that had no beginning or end.

——"Hey, have you heard that our senior Hua Chi Xia works part-time at the coffee shop in front of the school. Her family conditions are not very good? It doesn't look like it."

——"Ha, no, I have a friend who has a very good relationship with Miaomiao in their dormitory. Sometimes I go to their dormitory to play, and I have a good relationship with the people in their dormitory. Chi Xia is not only in good condition at home, but also special. good."

——"Ah? Then why..."

——"I heard that the Mid-Autumn Festival is coming soon, and she wants to use part-time work in her spare time to make money to buy gifts for her parents as a surprise."

——"Wow, you are so thoughtful!"

Qi Shaobai, who was sleeping on the table, suddenly stiffened.

He raised his head, his eyes filled with confusion and surprise.

Unexpectedly, Lu Chi, who looks cheerful and laughs like a young lady, actually works part-time secretly to surprise his parents.

It's hard for Qi Shaobai not to think of himself.

Not only does it have no earning power, it also costs a lot of money.

He buried his head, trying to catch up on his sleep.

But I couldn't fall asleep.

……

Sheng Mumu naturally didn't know the various reasons behind Qi Shaobai's initiative to reduce pocket money.

She just stared at Qi Shaobai seriously for a while.

Seeing that Qi Shaobai's eyes were open and sincere, and there was an indescribable drive, he stopped asking why and agreed with his decision.

"ok, that's right."

"Thank you... thank you Lord for your kindness?"

……

If "taking the initiative to reduce pocket money" can only be regarded as a sign of "the children are older and have their own opinions," another incident three months later completely made Sheng Mumu think in another direction.

At that time, Sheng Mumu and Qi Mo returned home from their honeymoon.

After playing abroad for several months, Sheng Mumu missed the traditional Chinese quintessence of mahjong very much.

I couldn't wait to invite Su Tingran, Mrs. Sun and Mrs. Qian to play mahjong at home.

A few months ago, Butler Zhang opened up a comfortable area in the side hall as a chess and card area, specially used to entertain his wife's friends.

Whenever this time comes, my husband always happens to be busy with something in the company.

Butler Zhang smiled but said nothing.

You can guess with your toes that the husband must be worried that his wife's friends will feel uncomfortable chatting with the man of the house at home.

My husband has become more and more doting on his wife recently, and sometimes even an old guy like him can't help but feel a little bit shy when he sees her.

It was an ordinary Thursday night.

The four of them were chatting and playing mahjong, so happy.

Just when Sheng Mumu figured out the Hu cards and accepted the money with a smile, there was a sound at the door.

Looking around, Qi Shaobai, who was supposed to be at school today, appeared at the end of his sight.

Sheng Mumu: "???"

Qi Shaobai heard the sound of mahjong collision and looked towards Sheng Mumu.

Qi Shaobai nodded and greeted Su Tingran and Mrs. Sun and Mrs. Qian politely. After saying a few words, he returned to his room. After not staying for a while, he answered the phone and hurried out the door. He told Sheng Mumu that he had something to go out for. trip.

Just as Sheng Mumu was about to reply, "Be careful on the road," Qi Shaobai had already run out quickly and there was no one in sight.

The game is over.

Sheng Mumu did not go back to her room, but waited in the living room.

Holding the phone in his hand, he hesitated again and again.

On the one hand, I feel that Qi Shaobai has reached adulthood.

If you call him and ask him where he is and what he is doing late at night, will it appear that you are not giving him any personal space?

On the other hand, I felt that Qi Shaobai was really unusual today, and it couldn't be justified without asking.

When she just clicked on the address book and moved her finger above the words "What a big boy", the door was pushed open.

Qi Shaobai is back.

Sheng Mumu felt relieved.

Before he could feel relieved for a few seconds, he suddenly became nervous again when he saw several scratch marks on Qi Shaobai's face that were not there when he went out.

She raised the decibel level: "Why did you fail? Did you go out to fight with someone?"

Qi Shaobai turned his head away and pulled up the zipper of his jacket, trying to cover himself.

"There was no fight, I accidentally fell."

"Don't come here. To be honest, your dad is not at home right now. As per the old rules, I will help you keep the secret."

"I'm not lying, I really just fell down."

Sheng Mumu was doubtful and repeatedly checked the wounds on Qi Shaobai's face, and finally felt relieved after confirming that they were only minor scratches and no traces of fighting.

In her nervousness and busyness, Sheng Mumu forgot to ask Qi Shaobai why he came home suddenly on Thursday.

Half an hour later, I recalled that when I helped Qi Shaobai apply iodine on his face, Qi Shaobai's left hand had been in his pocket.

The more I think about it, the weirder it gets.

Very strange!

She went downstairs wearing slippers and knocked on the door of Qi Shaobai's room.

After a while, the door was opened.

Qi Shaobai stood inside the door, wearing long-sleeved and trousers for the first time.

At this time, Sheng Mumu almost said "I believe you are a ghost" written on her face.

You know, last year in Shen City, this guy was not afraid of the cold even when it was snowing heavily. He wore a short-sleeved T-shirt and wandered around the villa.

Sheng Mumu raised her eyebrows, grabbed his left hand involuntarily, and rolled up his sleeve.

Qi Shaobai didn't have time to pull away his hand, and his eyes widened in panic.

When she saw Qi Shaobai's left wrist, Sheng Mumu was startled: "..."

The air froze, and no one spoke first.

Qi Shaobai didn't know how to explain.

Sheng Mumu was completely stunned.

After a long while, he slowly raised his head, his expression extremely complicated: "????"

As if to say: What the hell?Are you hiding this?

Qi Shaobai looked away unnaturally, and the corners of his lips slightly curved.

It's like the embarrassment of having a secret revealed, more like... shyness?

It turned out that there was an obvious orange giraffe-patterned band-aid on his left wrist that he had just kept in his pocket to avoid being discovered.

Sheng Mumu did not ask further questions, but she knew very clearly in her heart.

Even if the King of Heaven comes, this cartoon band-aid cannot be something Qi Shaobai has.

Qi Shaobai allowed himself to be put on a band-aid that did not fit his appearance and temperament, and also wanted to hide it deliberately.

Only one thing can be said.

The person who puts a band-aid on him is special.

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small theater:

Fast forward to a few hours later——

midnight.

Sheng Mumu suddenly opened her eyes, extremely awake.

He carefully stretched out his hands from above the quilt and clapped slightly into the air without making any sound.

Ahhhhh, I am so excited that I can't sleep. I accidentally broke the moment of my first love.

What's the matter with wanting to have some sugar? Is this reasonable?

Perhaps sensing that the person in her arms was sleeping restlessly, the man's arms around her waist tightened.

Qi Mo leaned over without opening his eyes, calling her skillfully with a low and hoarse voice.

"Honey... can't you sleep?"

It's like talking in a dream.

But Sheng Mumu knew very well that this was not a dream, because the big palm on her waist had begun to move restlessly.

She slapped the man's forehead and pushed.

"Don't cue when you're asleep."

No one can interrupt my sweets.