The real young master cheers the rebirth of the rich and powerful

"It's just that I have put on makeup for a long time, and the willow branches are a little tired, but everything else is fine."

Yun Qiao, who is experienced in women's clothing and cosplay, spoke in a calm tone, with a slight smile, he dipped a little tea on his fingertips and sprinkled it on the foreheads of the three who were trying to digest, "Blessings to you, every year is safe and sound. "

"Ah, it's so interesting! Brother, when are we going back to Qingning for the New Year!"

Yun Fan hugged Yun Qiao's leg and acted like a baby. Qingning is Yun Qiao's hometown, and it will be his hometown in the future.

Yun Qiao rubbed Yun Fan's hair with her hands, "There will be, there must be a chance for you to dress up in the street."

Yunfan is only nine years old now, and there are still three or four years before he can fully grow into a teenager. He will definitely stabilize Ji Shu's illness within a few years, and then all of them will go back to Qingning together. Spring Festival.

Yan Yin resumed his serious face, and curled his lips a little bored. Now that the women's clothing boss and the preparatory women's clothing boss didn't think it was a black history, he didn't "laugh" at all.

Yun Qiao, who happened to be the age of Yun Clan, went back from wandering the gods, and he and Si An had been on guard for a long time, worrying that the bums in the town would miss the little Yun Qiao who looked like a fairy boy carved in pink and jade.

At this moment, Ji Shu felt a similar sense of alertness, and when Yun Qiao looked over, he took the initiative to show the most docile smile.

Yun Qiao aimed his eyes at the stairs, and subconsciously buried his head into Ji Shu's neck. After a pause, he immediately realized how childish and ridiculous his futile "hiding" was, and then turned his head to look pitifully at the old lady and Adongpo .

"Don't mess with your hair, it will be so troublesome to take it off later, it looks good already, Ash, doesn't it?"

"Yes," Ji Shu nodded, and then raised his hand to support Yun Qiao's silver wig. He also thought it looked good enough, no more or less was necessary.

"Oh, don't make it, your grandma and I have decided not to make it, and there is only one place left to fix it!"

The old lady ignored Ji Shu's protection and looked at Yunqiao eagerly. When did Ji Shu play with them like this, that is, Yun Qiaoken with rich "experience".

Yun Qiao thought for a while, then nodded slightly, then shook her index finger, "Just one place!"

Afterwards, the old lady personally pinned two fox ears on top of Yunqiao's head that looked like real ones.

Now, if Yun Qiao is brought to the set, the crew can start filming directly, and it is still the kind of the number one protagonist in the investment of more than tens of millions, otherwise the ordinary crew would not have the capital to put together such a set of costumes.

After looking at Yun Qiao again and again, the old lady stepped aside in satisfaction.

Aunt Hu Chun and Shen Mei exchanged glances for a few times, then they stepped forward together, and said in a low voice, "Can we ask you to bless these two blessing bags, we will take them back to our relatives..."

Yun Qiao, who had been posing as a model for nearly half an hour, froze for a moment, then immediately nodded with a smile, "Okay, but we have to wait a bit."

Yun Qiao called Gong Ying and Gu Hai to let them go to the warehouse to bring some things.

He manually added size to the blessing bag that Aunt Hu Chun and Shen Mei wanted to bless, a mosquito and insect repellent medicine sachet, a few pieces of medicinal sugar, handwritten "Fu" and "Ping An", etc.

"If anyone in your family feels unwell, you can tell Dr. Jin and me."

When Yun Qiao handed the oversized lucky bag to Aunt Hu Chun, she reminded her again.

"Okay, thank you."

Aunt Hu Chun took it with both hands, and responded with satisfaction. She and Shen Mei had this idea purely because of Yun Qiao's blessing to Ji Shu and the others.

Later, more servants came to ask for blessing bags because of their actions and Yun Qiao's attire.

Yun Qiao had the foresight to let Gong Ying and Gu Hai carry enough weight for the first time, and when he passed the lucky bag again, he gave the servants at home a safety pulse.

Yan Yin, who had finished instructing Yunfan to write, raised his hand and patted Ji Shu on the shoulder, and said in relief, "Ah Qiao is like his grandfather, he likes to check people's pulse wherever he goes, just get used to it."

Ji Shu knew about it a long time ago. After Chao Yanyin nodded, he continued to look at Yun Qiao intently.

After a pause, he turned to look at the old lady, and asked half accusingly, "Why isn't mine..."

Both Yunfan and Siming had cosplay dresses custom-made by the old lady, but he didn't.

"You. Mom asked you to wear a skirt once, and you hid from her for a month. Did you forget?"

When the old lady used to have only Ji Shu as her grandchildren, she thought about it too, but Ji Shu refused to cooperate at all. She had to grind for hours to wear a wig on the wedding day. Once she put out these clothes, Ji Shu could Avoid her for more than a month.

"No……"

Ji Shu consciously kept silent, remembering the experience of being beaten by the old lady and his mother before he was five years old and unable to resist.

Yun Qiao glanced at Ji Shu for a few moments, and then continued her guest blessing work. The whole family brought them together to help the family. A quarter of the things in the box were divided, and Yun Qiao continued to make lucky bags. Can be given away during the Chinese New Year.

As soon as Yun Qiao cleared away the people who wanted to take a pulse, Ji Shu immediately got up and sat down. He took Yun Qiao's hand and looked at it, and took Yun Qiao's face to look carefully, repeatedly making sure that Yun Qiao was not tired.

Yun Qiao bent her lips and eyes and let Ji Shu read it, and then he took Ji Shu's hand to feel his pulse.

"Have you been waiting long?"

Ji Shu thought about it and nodded, "A little bit."

"Touch it if you want, it's not real..."

After Yun Qiao felt her pulse, she grabbed Ji Shu's hand and greeted her with the fake ear on her head.

After Ji Shu touched it twice, a slight smile overflowed his brows and eyes. His hand returned to Yun Qiao's cheek, and he lowered his head slowly. He kissed Yun Qiao's lips lightly, and then let go of his arms to embrace Yun Qiao. Let Yun Qiao rest on his shoulder.

Yun Qiao rubbed against Ji Shu to find a more comfortable position, squinted her eyes, and let her head go blank for a short but extremely effective rest.

Before falling in love with Ji Shu, Yunqiao seldom didn't think about anything unless he was sleeping, but now that he relaxes in Ji Shu's arms, his head will automatically empty and refresh.

But this time Yun Qiao was thinking about something in his heart, so he didn't fall asleep. After a little rest, he sat down again, and then brought Ji Shu to write together.

Siming reads tirelessly in the rare time when he doesn't need to be urged, Yun Bo is thinking about the supper after the New Year's Eve, his eyelids are fighting several times and he is trying to stay awake, but his body is already shaking.

"Go to sleep, I will save a portion of the sweet soup and cook it for you tomorrow morning."

Yun Qiao pulled Yun Bo into his arms, and Yun Bo fell asleep without even lifting his eyelids.

Yunhui wanted Yunfu to go back to Yun's house for the New Year, Su Manqing wanted to take Yunbao to Su's house, but the two failed to negotiate, Yunfever had his own opinion and decided to stay at Ji's house for the New Year, and this year can be listed as the happiest time for him to live until he was nine years old. a year.

Yun Qiao picked up the muttering Yun Fan and went back to his room. When he came out, he looked at Siming carefully, and continued to let Siming plunge into the ocean of knowledge.

Just after 11:30, the ten gun salutes and fireworks in the outer courtyard of the Ji Zhai were set off again. This time, all the bodyguards at home were dispatched, and the groups of ten were set off until 10 minutes after midnight on the Spring Festival.

Ji Shu accompanied Yun Qiao to the dressing room on the second floor to change clothes. Before taking off the wig and fake fox ears, Ji Shu hugged Yun Qiao and kissed him in front of the windows where the fireworks were in full bloom. The water man kept asking Yun Qiao for it, but nothing was enough.

"Mr. Ji, are you sure we want to be here..."

Yun Qiao raised her slender neck, tried to catch her breath, and then called out to remind her.

Ji Shu's rationality reluctantly returned, he removed his hand from Yun Qiao's half-unfastened belt and wrapped it around Yun Qiao's back, "You're not angry with me anymore, are you?"

"Correct."

Yun Qiao looked into Ji Shu's eyes and nodded affirmatively, "You can trust everything I tell you."

Ji Shu held Yun Qiao's fingertips with his other hand and pressed it between his eyebrows. He whispered, "I want to make a New Year's wish. I want to be with Yun Qiao forever and ever."

Yun Qiao restrained the smile that was about to overflow from his eyes, and responded in a calm tone, "I'll tell you on behalf of the gods, yes."

Ji Shu had a satisfied smile on his face. His only god was Yun Qiao.

After cooperating with Ji Shu's wishing ceremony, Yun Qiao changed back to her regular clothes, and then took Ji Shu to the kitchen of Mingyue Tower to cook supper, serving sweet and salty dishes and cold side dishes, and Yan Yin made an exception and allowed a glass of warmed rice wine.

After Yun Qiao Ji Shu sent Yan Yin back to the next door, they went back to their room to wash and sleep.

Ji Shu held Yun Qiao in his arms and Yun Qiao fell asleep within 2 minutes of taking pictures. After continuing to hold her tightly, his consciousness also fell asleep.

From the first day to the fifth day of the new year, during the main time of visiting relatives and friends for New Year's greetings, Yunqiao Jishu basically stayed at home except for a visit to Su's house, and occasionally came to Mingyue Tower to accompany the old lady to receive New Year's guests when she was free in the afternoon. .

Yun Qiao conducted live teaching for five consecutive afternoons. All the questions he answered were sorted out by Jun Nuo, and the time was calculated just right, not exceeding the one hour originally planned.

"Brother, come quickly, someone stopped Brother Siming from saying weird things."

Yunfeng ran into the study, took Yunqiao's hand and hurried out. After Yunqiao turned his head and nodded slightly to Ji Shu, he continued to follow Yunfeng. His live broadcast was basically over, so he asked Ji Shu to help him explain Just turn it off.

Yun Qiao Ji Shu wasn't too worried. On the morning of the second day of junior high school, he and Ji Shu had already told Siming the whole matter, and Siming came to Yun Qiao Ji Shu that afternoon to tell him about his decision.

If he doesn't recognize his relatives, he will continue to accept Yunqiao Jishu's help and stay in Ji's family as an adopted brother.

Ji Shu got up, went to Yunqiao's seat and sat down, picked up the lesson plan, and scanned it. Yunqiao had finished answering all the questions he planned to answer, "Aqiao has something to do. The live broadcast is over here. If you have any questions, you can continue. Propose it in the same way as before."

Ji Shu glanced at the fast-moving barrage, which were basically New Year greetings and Kua Yunqiao's words with him.This is the credit of him and Jun Nuo, who completely blocked all kinds of vulgar abuse including beating around the bush.

"Send a daily photo...wait for it."

Ji Shu stayed with Yun Qiao 24 hours these days, and didn't care about the "business" of the public platform at all.

After saying that, he simply turned off the live broadcast, and then uploaded the screen recording of the live broadcast and donated all the profits from the live broadcast that day from the platform according to Yun Qiao's plan.

As for the selection of photos, he struggled for a few minutes before posting a distant view of Yun Qiao's cosplayer Nine-Tailed Fox's living room with the text [Happy New Year].

Netizens had long confirmed that it was Ji Shu, the president of Nine Seasons, who helped Yun Qiao post his daily photos. They were not surprised by this copywriting, but after licking the photos on Yun Qiao's account, they went to Ji Shu's account to start a new one. The urging and squatting of the wheel.

After Ji Shu put down his phone, he went straight out of the study. Although he was sure that Yunqiao and Siming would not have any accidents at home, he was worried that he was not watching him.

It is not the elders from their parents' generation or grandma's generation who entangle Siming, but a girl around fifteen or sixteen years old. She came to the quarter house with her distant relatives and aunts. Si Mingyun, who came back from the next door, forced people to talk.

"You are the little monk Mingxin, right? I met you when my grandma and I went to worship Buddha at Xihuang Temple!"

She blocked Siming's way from left to right, staring at Siming's face with burning eyes.

"Why are you here? My grandma said that you are destined to be Chongsha, and you can only stay in the temple. If you run out, you will cause harm to others... The Yu family married a vixen back then. You have such a face." Had a fight with her."

"Auntie, please step aside!"

Yun Bo yelled fiercely, but it's a pity that he is still short-legged, and Siming has only started to do more daily exercises in the past two months, and he can't get rid of this girl at all, and if Gu Hai takes a step closer, her eyes will be red , as if being beaten...

Then Yunfan decisively ran to Mingyue Tower alone, and pulled Yunqiao out.

In Yunfeng's heart, Yunqiao could easily handle all the things that he couldn't solve. On the way to attract people, he completely recounted what the girl said to Siming.

"... She deliberately pretended that she couldn't see me, thinking that this would not offend you and sister-in-law."

Yunfan's mind is precocious, especially in the area of ​​emotional intelligence, and Yunqiao has grown up even faster as an example.

After Siming went to call for someone in the cloud, he turned around and sat down in the completed pergola to read a book.

"It's so boring to talk to a mute! I think Yun... Director Yun's medical skills are nothing more than that."

The girl pursed her lips and spoke in a low voice again. When Gu Hai stared at her, she once again showed a pitiful and aggrieved look, "Don't attack me, I'm going to sue my aunt Ji."

You can hurry up... Gu Hai and Gong Ying's voices sounded exactly the same.

And for a flimsy underage girl, they are quite restrained in dealing with it.

And looking at the changing appearance of these faces of hers, it is very likely that when they took people away, they would accuse them of indecent assault.

Gong Ying turned around and called Shen Mei and the other two maids to come over. Regardless of whether Yun Qiao could handle it or not, they might use their time.

"Brother Aqiao is very good!"

Siming put down the book, looked sideways at the girl and explained word by word that he could ignore her many words against him, but he couldn't stand her questioning Yun Qiao.

"Ah... you can talk, the rumors are actually true."

The girl's eyeballs rolled around, showing a big smile, "You should call me cousin."

The girl's expression changed and she continued to chatter, but Siming ignored it and turned her attention back to the book in his hand, until the girl was once again irritated by Siming's indifference, she reached out and threw Siming's book to the ground, and Step on two feet.

"You can't deny the fact that you are... even if you rely on your skin to be close to Ji's family. Even Director Yun has to recognize relatives. How about you, how much do you think you can live in Ji's house..."

"My brother can live in my house as long as he wants. Who are you to me, who is to my husband? What qualifications do you have to make decisions for us?"

Yun Qiao took a few steps up and down, and Siming, who was stunned for a while, picked up the book on the ground in one step, patted it and put it back in Siming's arms, then raised his hand to stroke Siming's hair, "Sorry, it's brother You didn’t protect my little Siming well.”

Siming shook his head lightly, his eyes quickly regained clarity and composure.

"No, Brother Aqiao is fine."

He eats well, lives well, and uses things well. Whatever the cloud valve has, he will definitely have something. Even the cloud valve is more inclined to protect him and give him more care and attention.

After Yun Qiao smiled at Siming, when he slowly turned around to look at the person again, there was no smile on his face, and his tone was even colder.

"Miss, please explain and explain to me. My brother is just recovering from a serious illness. If his condition changes due to your actions today, I reserve the right to pursue your criminal responsibility."

After Zhou Yunan met Shang Yunqiao's eyes, her expression changed for a moment, and she immediately showed a pitiful expression.

"Brother Yun, I'm sorry, I didn't mean it, I just said a few words casually. Ask him, do I have any nasty words?"

Yun Qiao looked sideways at Siming, and nodded encouragingly.

The hesitation in Siming's heart was completely gone when Yunqiao Yunfan arrived. He used his excellent memory and repeated everything Zhou Yunan said to him.

Zhou Yunan not only knows that Siming is the Mingxin little monk of Xihuang Temple, she also knows Siming's life experience and the reason why he was abandoned in the first place. The Yu family gave Siming a warning.

Don't take advantage of Yunqiao Jishu to take revenge on Yu's family, softly talk about her impatience, and directly learn the way that people in the circle warn others with their yin and yang vibes.

A little panic appeared in Zhou Yunan's eyes, and his face was bluish and red. He didn't expect Siming to lower his face and tell Yun Qiao these words.

Sure enough, after Yun Qiao heard these words, her two-point anger turned into seven-point anger. Aunt Hu Chun raised her eyebrows and the servants who had just arrived all lowered their heads.

Although they all promised that Siming and Yunfan were the same, when it came to the subtleties, there was still a difference.

Yun Qiao pressed Siming's shoulder and looked over, "What she said was wrong, you were just sick and recovered. You are Siming, no matter whether you have other identities and names in the future, it belongs to you, including me. Nor is it entitled to take it away.”

"Well, I'm not angry or sad."

Siming smiled back at Yunqiao, the decision he made to stay was not difficult at all, even Yunqiao was extremely lucky to find him.

When he was a monk at Xihuang Temple when he was young, even if he had broken up with his original family, and now he returned home, it was the home Yun Qiao gave him.

"Good boy."

Yun Qiao stroked Siming's hair in admiration again, then tilted her head and nodded at Yun Bo who was beside Siming, "Go back to the study and read, your sister-in-law and I will be back after we finish."

"it is good!"

Yun Bo has already analyzed the general situation from Siming's report, and summed it up in one sentence, that is, relatives of Siming's blood came to him, and instead of begging for forgiveness, they offended Siming to the death, and then offended his brother and his sister-in-law.

He had never seen such an active "death" behavior, and he was happy to see these people unlucky.