The first bamboo horse: spoiled little green plum

Chapter 589 0588. She said with a crying voice... (23)

The bloody case caused by a fruit plate was solved by Jiang Shaoheng's eyes.

Zhuang Xinian didn't know anything, and after complimenting Mu Qingyun a few words cheerfully, he let go of Jiang Shaoheng's hand, sat down next to Mama Cai, and then forked a piece of fruit to Mama Cai's mouth: "Mom! , I'll feed you! Ah—"

Mother Cai gave Zhuang Xinian a blank look, but she still lowered her head and ate the piece of fruit that the little girl handed to her mouth.

Then he pretended to be disgusted and said, "Okay, okay, eat it yourself!"

The disgusted mother Cai didn't see Jiang Shaoheng standing aside and watching the little girl feed her fruit with envy.

Instead, Mu Qingyun saw it.

Secretly laughed out loud.

Not obvious though, no one noticed him.

So Mu Qingyun moved over secretly while laughing, poked his brother's arm with his elbow, and said quietly: "Are you envious?"

Jiang Shaoheng restrained the expression on his face, then glanced at Mu Qingyun expressionlessly.

In the end, Mu Qingyun got it wrong.

"Tsk, if you're really envious, you can just sit on the other side of Lao Zhuang, and then tell her to have a fork for you to eat."

Jiang Shaoheng didn't have such thoughts at first, but after hearing what Mu Qingyun said, his heart suddenly moved.

It's like he hasn't really let his little girl feed him anything yet.

On the contrary, he often feeds the little girl something.

Then, he thought he was normal, but in fact, he couldn't wait to walk over to Zhuang Xinian and sit down.

"Brother Shaoheng, hurry up and eat the fruit! It's quite sweet!" Zhuang Xi read a fork and put it in her mouth, but she didn't mean to say that she wanted to give Jiang Shaoheng a piece.

Jiang Shaoheng has never been a person who expresses himself easily, his feelings are very restrained, the most active time to release his feelings is probably the time to confess his love to Zhuang Xinian.

Well, and when she kissed Zhuang Xinian.

Mu Qingyun sat on the side and began to watch the play.

Then he just watched Jiang Shaoheng sit beside Zhuang Xinian for a long time without saying a word.

What the fuck?

Brother?

What are you doing? ? ?

In the end, Mu Qingyun really couldn't stand it any longer, so he directly helped Jiang Shaoheng and said, "Hey Lao Zhuang, if Lao Jiang wants to eat something, just give him a fork and feed him! It's just a little effort!"

Fortunately, Mama Cai went back to the master bedroom just now.

Otherwise, Mu Qingyun would not have dared to say this directly.

It was Zhuang Xinian.

After hearing Mu Qingyun's words, he was stunned.

Then he glanced at Jiang Shaoheng who was next to him, feeling a little bit of anticipation from his expressionless face.

Then Zhuang Xinian was overjoyed.

"Okay!"

He stretched out his hand and forked another piece of fruit from the fruit plate, and handed it to Jiang Shaoheng's mouth with a smile.

"Brother Shaoheng, what are you doing in a daze, you opened your mouth to eat fruit!"

Almost as soon as Zhuang Xinian finished speaking, Jiang Shaoheng immediately opened his mouth and ate the piece of fruit.

The secret smile at the corner of his mouth was covered by the movement of chewing fruit.

This is the first time the little girl has fed him!

Although not proactive.

But it also satisfied Jiang Shaoheng enough.

Jiang Shaoheng was sitting next to Zhuang Xinian, and Zhuang Xinian was so familiar with Jiang Shaoheng, how could he not feel Jiang Shaoheng's good mood at this moment.

Zhuang Xinian felt that he had done too little for Jiang Shaoheng.

Otherwise, how could Jiang Shaoheng be so happy because of an act of feeding fruit?

The little girl secretly made up her mind that she must pay more attention to Jiang Shaoheng in the future!

Then with the feeding of the first piece of fruit, there is the second piece.

Until the whole fruit platter was finished, Jiang Shaoheng didn't fork the fruit himself.

Jiang Shaoheng felt that he was so happy that he was about to pass out!

When Zhuang Xinian took the fruit plate to wash, Jiang Shaoheng gave Mu Qingyun a look of approval.

Mu Qingyun was very proud.

Then, for six consecutive days during this holiday, Mu Qingyun stayed at Jiang's house.

Anyway, he's the only one when he goes back, so it's better to help the dealer wash dishes, cut fruits and so on.

At least Zhuang Xinian and Jiang Shaoheng were playing with him.

Cheng Suru was strictly monitored as soon as the holiday came.

There is very little time to chat with him.

So he has to find some fun for himself to be active!
He is not someone who would wrong himself.

Then the holiday passed so happily.

On the day before the holiday, they didn't have any time to waste.

Because all the homework is not written.

Jiang Shaoheng didn't remind them this time either.

When Zhuang Xinian complained about him, she was told that it was to make them remember.

Lest you get carried away when you are on vacation.

Then Zhuang Xinian and Mu Qingyun started crying and frantically making up their homework.

Fortunately, the homework is some test papers.

No long copy assignments.

Things like test papers are commonplace for them.

So the speed of writing is also very fast.

Of course, this is also due to their solid knowledge.

Otherwise, how can ordinary people finish writing sixteen complete sets of papers for a holiday in one day!
When going back to school, Zhuang Xi read the first day of class, slumped on the desk exhausted, looked at Cheng Suru with a look of lovelessness and said: "Sister Ruru, the third year of junior high school is too hard!"

When Cheng Suru heard this, she paused for a while for the pen that had been writing the test paper, and then continued to write, but there was a reply on her mouth: "Who said it wasn't? But as long as we get through it, it will be fine."

Probably Cheng Suru's tone was too firm.

Or maybe the little girl herself is cheerful enough.

Hearing this kind of special low-grade chicken soup, he can be resurrected with full blood.

"Yes! Just get over it!"

Days passed by.

The written papers piled up at home are getting higher and higher.

Until the first pile could no longer be stacked, a second pile was placed beside it.

Zhuang Xinian's entire third year of junior high school was passed on the test papers.

Including the only Spring Festival holiday in the third year of junior high school.

And this year's birthday is also the only birthday that she hasn't done much since she grew up.

She didn't do anything big, and Jiang Shaoheng's was naturally the same.

At the beginning of the second semester, it entered the [-]-day countdown.

After a [-]-day swearing-in mobilization meeting was held on the big playground, it seemed that the atmosphere in the third grade of junior high school became more tense.

The countdown on the blackboard became less and less day by day.

Finally, the day of June 25th finally arrived.

Zhuang Xinian woke up early in the morning, without anyone's reminder, nor any alarm clock.

Only she herself woke up early on her own initiative.

　two.

　　It’s over.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)