Little Mr. is one hundred years old

Early in the morning on the 31st of the Lunar New Year, there was a knock on the door of Qing Huan's house.He yawned and went to open the door, and saw Ji Zhiqiu standing outside in a down jacket.

"It's early in the morning, don't you sleep?"

"You think I want to come?" Ji Zhiqiu walked past Qing Huan angrily and entered the house.

"It's up to you." Qing Huan closed the door: "Tell me, what do you want from me?"

"My grandfather knew that you would not go home for the New Year, so he asked you to come to my house for the New Year's Eve dinner."

"Invite me?" Qing Huan was stunned for a moment: "Why should I join in the fun for your family's New Year's Eve dinner?"

"Isn't that pitiful for you alone?" Ji Zhiqiu said as a matter of course: "Anyway, our family will cook a table of dishes for the New Year's Eve dinner, and we can't finish it."

Look, this is the man who can't speak...

Qing Huan looked at Ji Zhiqiu sitting down on the sofa, shaking his head, "Who said I was alone?"

"Isn't it..." Because the word "what" was forced back when he saw the person coming down from upstairs, Ji Zhiqiu widened his eyes, pointed at M and said, "He, who is he?"

With such a strange attire, he thought he was going to hell, okay?

"His name is M, my friend." Qing Huan said, "I have friends at home, so I can't go with you."

"Friend?" Ji Zhiqiu frowned and looked at M, besides being weird.

"Hello." M came over to greet Ji Zhiqiu.

"Hello..." Ji Zhiqiu turned his head and asked Qing Huan in a low voice: "Foreigner?"

"Well, British." Qing Huan said again.

"Your friend dresses up so strangely, you make it like this in the room in broad daylight... Is it mentally ill?"

Qing Huan's eyes twitched at Ji Zhiqiu's blunt words: "He can understand Chinese."

Ji Zhiqiu's face froze, but he recovered quickly, curled his lips indifferently, he heard M laugh "hee hee" a few times, then said something in English to Qing Huan, and Qing Huan rolled his eyes.

M entered the kitchen, Ji Zhiqiu turned to Qing Huan and asked, "What did the British guy just say?"

"He said you were cute."

Ji Zhiqiu's face turned green when he heard it, and he gritted his teeth: "Is he really a pervert?"

Qing Huan raised her eyebrows—actually, the whole meaning of M's words was: this kid is so cute, he seems to be delicious.

If Ji Zhiqiu heard it, he probably didn't just think that he was "perverted".

"Okay, you saw it too, go back and tell your grandfather about the situation, and thank him for me." Qing Huan felt that if Ji Zhiqiu were to stay, with his outspokenness, what if M did something on his mind?Let's send people away quickly...

"No." Ji Zhiqiu glanced in the direction of the kitchen, and said, "I'm even more worried when I see it. It's dangerous to leave you here alone. I'd better take you home."

"What are you thinking?" Qing Huan said, "M is my friend."

"Friends are scary... Haven't you seen what's said on the Internet that many criminals are now acquaintances?"

Qing Huan knocked on his head: "I don't need you to worry about it, go, go home."

"I do not want."

Qing Huan ignored him, pushed him and walked out, opened the door——

"You'd better stay at home honestly today, my dear." A tone coaxing a child.

Ji Zhiqiu stared: "Bai Qinghuan, do you treat me like a little kid? Let me tell you..."

At this moment, a car bell rang, Qing Huan and Ji Zhiqiu looked over at the same time, and saw Chen Ziran coming slowly on a bicycle...

"Why are you here?" Qing Huan and Ji Zhiqiu said at the same time.

Chen Ziran got out of the car and walked up to Qing Huan: "My mother asked you to come to our house to celebrate the New Year."

"Chen Ziran, you are imitating me!" Ji Zhiqiu said angrily.

Chen Ziran didn't even look at Ji Zhiqiu, he completely regarded him as air, his bright black eyes just stared at Qing Huan, waiting for his answer.

Qing Huan coughed a few times and said, "I really can't leave, you can go back and say thank you to Auntie."

"That's right, I invited Qing Huan to my house, and Qing Huan didn't go, would I go to your house?" Ji Zhiqiu gloated at the side.

Chen Ziran just glanced at him indifferently: "I am different from you."

Ji Zhiqiu snorted coldly: "What's different..." Then he remembered something, and said: "Isn't it just that I went to Japan with Qing Huan? I really think I have something."

Noisy again... Qing Huan knew the two of them...

"If you want to quarrel, don't block my door, okay?"

Hearing what he said, Ji Zhiqiu turned around decisively and entered the house, and Chen Ziran followed immediately.

Well, before one bodhisattva was sent away, another big Buddha came again uninvited.

This day's lunch is quick-frozen dumplings. Qing Huan originally prepared the amount for two people and now distributes it to four people. Qing Huan doesn't bother to care if they are full, anyway, this is how he treats them.

Ji Zhiqiu and Chen Ziran occupied the sofa alone and watched TV. M was in a good mood today, and he was alone in the kitchen facing the flour and didn't know what he was doing.Qing Huan was reading the book while waiting for the two masters to leave, but seeing that the sky was getting dark, they still had no intention of leaving...

You said that your parents and elders asked you to come out and invite your friends home, but you ended up playing outside and didn’t come home. What’s the matter...

"Cough cough." Qing Huan coughed a few times, Ji Zhiqiu and Chen Ziran looked over at the same time, being stared at by four eyes like this, Qing Huan felt a lot of pressure—"I want to say, you guys should check the time."

"What happened to the time?"

"It's late." Qing Huan was annoyed.

"Not too late." Chen Ziran was serious.

Just at this time, the doorbell rang again, and Qing Huan got up to open the door. Gu Yuehua was standing outside the door.

"Cousin, I just baked a walnut chestnut mousse cake and taste it with you."

Qing Huan looked at the cake box in his hand and had no choice but to let someone in.As soon as Gu Yuehua entered the room, he saw two big boys on the sofa, whistled, and said in Qing Huan's ear: "That's right, cousin, the golden house hides the baby."

Qing Huan gave him a blank look, walked directly to the kitchen door, and said to M who was studying soda powder, "M, Gu Yuehua is here, please enjoy the cake together."

M stood up, turned around, and smiled at Gu Yuehua: "Mr. Gu is polite."

Gu Yuehua thought in his heart: I'm really not being polite to you.

Qing Huan had a hunch that this New Year's Eve would definitely not be peaceful.

So by the time his doorbell rang for the fourth time, he hadn't felt much.

There was a strange man outside the door, holding a basket in his hand, and there was another man in the same attire behind him, but holding a box in his hand... Such outfits were so familiar, Qing Huan knew who they were at the first thought.

"Mr. Xiao, Mr. Shao asked us to deliver New Year's goods to you."

Qing Huan took the things and asked casually, "Where is your young boss?"

"The Lou family has a dance party today, and Mr. Shao can't leave."

On New Year's Eve, hold a dance party at home, thanks to Lou Zhao's idea.

"Okay, go back and thank you, Mr. Shao, for me." Fortunately, he didn't come in person, otherwise Qing Huan felt that the small temple in his home really couldn't afford it.

Qing Huan returned to the living room, the two people on the sofa looked like you ignored me and I ignored you, and the atmosphere of the two eating desserts on the small dining table over there was too weird, even though they were laughing I do, but I always feel something is wrong...

Qing Huan took the New Year's goods sent by Lou Zhao's people to one side, opened it, and found a bunch of blue roses in the basket, and some unseasonal fresh fruits below, Qing Huan glanced at the small label attached to the basket, unexpectedly It was airlifted from the Netherlands... I opened the box again, and there are boxes of chocolates inside. The packaging is very beautiful. There is a gold leaf chocolate, and three individually wrapped chocolates. ?

It is very stressful for Qing Huan to receive such a gift...

"Dinglingling..." Qing Huan subconsciously looked towards the door, only to realize later that it was her cell phone ringing.

He saw that it was Zhou Yubao calling, and he answered——

"Hello, Pao?"

"Sir, are you home?" Zhou Yubao's voice was a little nervous.

"Don't say you're coming to my house." Qing Huan half-jokingly said.

"No, sir, I have something to tell you."

"What's the matter?" Zhou Yubao's seriousness also made Qing Huan feel that something was wrong.

"Today, someone came to Bowen Yabao and said..." Zhou Yubao paused, "He said he came to pick up his own things, and among them was the Ssangyong White Jade Vase."