Senior, cut off your sleeve?

He Mao pushed the door and found that his brother had locked the door, so he could only keep tapping on the door, "Brother, brother, I have something to do with you."

He Xiao is discussing with Wang Zihe whether to send him to a hotel in the town now, Wang Zihe wants to live with He Xiao, and is not happy to stay in a hotel alone.

The two couldn't stop arguing, and He Mao, the oil bottle, followed him again. He Xiao helped his forehead, he opened the door, and asked, "Can't we talk about it tomorrow?"

He Mao saw Wang Zihe through the crack of the door, and took a sneak peek. The little daughter-in-law looked like He Xiao's toothache. He rolled his eyes, seeing that He Mao didn't really have something to say, so he closed the door again.

He Mao patted the door a few more times, "Brother, open the door, I really have something to tell you."

Angrily, He Xiao opened the door directly, folded his hands on his chest, looked at He Mao coldly, and wanted to know what this little brat was going to do again.

He Mao obediently sat down on the chair in front of He Xiao's desk, while Wang Zihe had already taken off his coat and was lying on He Xiao's bed.

He Mao opened his red eyes and looked at his brother, "Brother, can I sleep with you tonight?"

Wang Zihe's eyes swept over in an instant, and He Mao's back unconsciously stiffened. For some reason, He Mao felt that the eyes of that big brother Wang just now were so scary QAQ.

He Xiao was about to be laughed at by He Mao, a brat who was not weaned. He took off his coat, which had just been stained with He Mao's snot. He Xiao really wanted to throw the coat away.

"How old are you this year? You haven't weaned yet?"

He Mao blushed, but even if He Xiao said so, he still didn't want to leave, and from time to time he sneaked a few glances at Wang Zihe, making He Xiao wonder if the child had broken his head.

He Xiao picked up Wang Zihe, "Go take a bath, I will teach you how to use the water heater."

Wang Zihe put his arms around He Xiao's waist and followed him to the bathroom.

For a moment, only He Mao was left in the room. He sat at the desk in a daze, and He Fei came in at this moment.

He Fei didn't even look at He Mao, she went to He Xiao's suitcase by herself, and started to search for it.

He Mao jumped off the chair in shock, "You, you are not afraid of being scolded by your brother?"

Although he was afraid of being scolded, curiosity finally prevailed, and he quietly came to the suitcase, watching He Fei rummaging through it.

Soon, He Fei found a bag of books, she picked out the ones that belonged to her, and threw the rest to He Mao, who lost his balance and fell down on the bed.

"My sister gave it to you."

After He Fei finished speaking coldly, he left again. He Mao held the book alone, feeling both happy and sad. The happy thing was that his sister did go out to work, but the sad thing was that no one would fry sweet flour for him in the future.

Seeing no one around, he secretly rummaged through the suitcase and found that his brother really didn't bring gifts for his younger siblings. He Mao pouted, feeling that his brother was too indifferent to them.

He Mao came to his room with a stack of books in his arms, turned on the lamp, and carefully wrote his name on the first page of each book.

After finishing writing, he started to rest his chin in a daze again. He picked up a book casually and came to He Fei's room, "Third Sister, Third Sister, open the door, I have something to ask you."

He Mao called He Fei when he had nothing to do, and Third Sister when he had something to do. He Fei had long been used to this man's two faces, so she opened the door for him impatiently, "Say it quickly, don't disturb my homework."

He Fei sat down at the desk, ignoring He Mao, who sat on the other side of the desk with a plastic high chair, held his chin, and asked, "Did you see the friend my brother brought back today?"

"I'm not blind."

Every time He Fei spoke, she wanted to stab someone. He Mao was already used to her way of speaking. He said to himself, "I hit that little fat man. Do you know what his mother told me?"

When He Fei heard this, she frowned and looked at He Mao.

He Mao continued: "I tore up that little fat man's clothes, and her mother asked me to compensate her, saying that the little fat man's clothes were famous brands, and each piece cost tens of thousands of yuan.

I was scared at the time, so I went to the Internet cafe alone to check. It was indeed a famous brand. Although it was less than [-] yuan, it cost [-] yuan. When I lost money until I went bankrupt, I still dare not tell my parents. "

He Fei thought that the other party wanted He Mao to pay 5 yuan in compensation, and asked, "So the 5 yuan includes the compensation for clothes?"

He Mao nodded, crying on his face.

"Then what does this have to do with my brother's friends?"

Today He Mao has been staring at each other, as long as he is not blind, he can tell that others think He Mao is naughty, but He Fei knows how shrewd He Mao is with two faces, and there must be a purpose.

He Mao said proudly: "I have always had a good memory. When browsing the brands, I looked at others by the way. My brother and friend are really famous brands all over their bodies."

He Fei rolled her eyes and continued to write her homework, "It's someone else's money, do you think he will pay the compensation for you?"

He Mao asked in a low voice, "If I borrow money from him, I can write an IOU at that time, and I can go to work during the winter and summer vacations, and I will definitely pay it back by then."

He Fei had a face of disapproval, "Don't think about such ghost ideas anymore, so you can't study hard and let adults less worry? If you really borrowed it, it must be my brother who helped you pay it back. Are you embarrassed?"

He Mao drooped his head, not knowing what to do for a while, "But our family can't afford that much money now, so what do you think we should do?"

"My brother will naturally help you solve it when he comes back."

He Mao was worried that He Xiao would be humiliated by Xiao Pang's mother when he came to visit. He actually didn't want He Xiao to go there.

He Mao didn't hear any good advice from He Fei, so he left disappointed, and then saw that He Xiao had just finished taking a shower, he ran over quickly, hugged He Xiao's waist, and asked again: "Brother, can I Can I sleep with you tonight?"

He Xiao directly lifted He Mao away, "Go take a bath, it's okay."

After that, He Mao ruthlessly closed the bedroom door, and He Mao's heart was about to break.

He Xiao came to the bed, lifted the quilt, and said angrily, "Did my brother have a convulsion today? He wants to sleep with me all the time."

Wang Zihe hugged him, feeling very strange, "Your brother often slept with you before?"

"How is it possible, they all slept by themselves." He Xiao turned off the light, and the bedroom instantly became dark, only the moonlight shining through the curtains, giving off a cold glow.

Wang Zihe pressed over, and the two exchanged a kiss, and Wang Zihe's hand quickly touched it from under the hem of the clothes.He Xiao panted lightly, and warned Wang Zihe to behave himself tonight.

"The sound insulation effect of farmhouses is generally not very good, get off me quickly!"

Wang Zihe dawdled for a while before he became obedient. He asked strangely: "If the sound insulation is not good, the whole village will know about doing indescribable things."

He Xiao rolled his eyes and refused to answer Wang Zihe's mentally handicapped question.