My Elder Sister is a Superstar

The next Sunday, Qin Baobao and Qin Ze will go home to live with their parents for a day. After living together with their parents, they have to go home every weekend. After all, their parents also miss their children. Since Qin's mother unlocked the attribute of "blind date madness", Qin Baobao didn't go home much.

Can't I hide if I can't provoke you.

The current rhythm is to go back once every half month. It's not good not to go home all the time. The old man will explode.

By the way, take Prince Jin with you. Miss Wang's sister has a black stomach, which leads her to have few friends in Shanghai except Qin Baobao. At first, Qin Ze couldn't figure out how the house fighting expert and his sister became best friends. When you think about it carefully, Qin Baobao may not be worse than Prince Jin in terms of his kung fu in fighting for favor.

It should be noted that he was raised by his sister from childhood.

Arrive at my parents' house at 9:30 in the morning. The community is quiet, and I don't like to come out in hot weather. There are occasional vehicles in and out. The turf in the green belt is shining with oily Green Sunshine, and the leaves are listless and curled.

The guard uncle lay half dead in front of the fan, and Qin Baobao honked his horn wildly, which made him unwilling to open a fence for them.

It is rare for the old man to stay at home and watch stock trading software in his study. He has a special notebook to record the trends and changes of individual stocks, sectors and the market. This is a habit he has only had in recent years. When he is old, his memory is not as good as before.

"Dad, why didn't you go to school today?" Qin Ze pushed the door in.

"There are guests coming to eat at home at noon." The old man keeps his eyes on the computer.

Qin Ze took out a brown long carton from his pocket, beautifully packed, and put it on the desk: "Dad, it's for you."

Montblanc pen, bought in the morning by detouring to Shimei shopping mall, 4000 soft younger sister coins, pure black shiny pen body, made of acetate plastic, handshake is very warm. The golden branded pattern pen head has a simple and smooth design, and its appearance is magnificent and elegant.

The old man looked at the pen and said, "have you taken the wrong medicine?"

Take the wrong medicine

It's too heartbreaking. It's rare for me to honor Lao Tzu.

"I made some money in the stock market. I just want to buy some gifts for you." Qin Zexin said, I can't forget the way you looked at me with empty hands when Qin Baobao gave you a gift.

The old man was playing with his pen and couldn't hide his love. Qin Ze didn't know whether the literati was good, but his father was good at it. When Qin Ze was in primary school, the old man had a Montblanc pen and carried his shirt chest every day. At that time, it was also popular to pin the pen in his chest pocket, and he loved it more than his son.

"A lot of money." The old man said.

"Four thousand."

"Bear boy, spend money lavishly." The old man scolded righteously and put his pen in his pocket.

"Dad, please be busy first. I'll go to the living room and talk to mom." Qin Ze turned to leave.

"Wait!" The old man shouted at him and showed his dignity: "give me your mobile phone."

"What are you doing?" Qin Ze was stunned.

"Look at your recent harvest list," the old man's exemplary tone: "your medium and long-term looks good at present, but there are obvious shortcomings in the short-term. Let me see. I'll give you some advice later."

He can't say that he has encountered a bottleneck in stock trading recently and needs his son's harvest list for reference and inspiration.

I don't want to lose face!

"Then I won't go, you said." Qin zedao.

"Go, go, don't get in the way here." The old man grabbed the mobile phone and waved away.

Qin Ze reluctantly left. Someone else asked for his mobile phone. A big ear scraper flew over early, and Qin Baobao didn't come. After all, there is a lot of personal privacy in the mobile phone. But it's not easy for a son to refuse Lao Tzu's request.

Qin Ze came to the living room. Qin Baobao, Prince Jin and Qin Ma sat on the sofa, watching TV and chatting. There are only a few topics around.

Qin Ma said, "the daughter of Lao Zhang's family next door has finally married out. Ouch, the old girl is almost thirty. His old Zhang can finally breathe a sigh of relief."

"Aunt Liu on the second floor, her son had two babies, and she added a big fat boy. That small appearance, not to mention how cute."

"Baby, you have to work harder, you know, mom is almost fifty."

It's no wonder mother Qin is worried. Most of her neighbors are about her age. No matter how bad it is, her son also marries his daughter-in-law, and her daughter marries someone else. Look at her again, not to mention her grandson. Her daughter doesn't even have a partner.

When I went out, I met an old neighbor of more than ten years. People of Qin's age talked about nothing more than their children's career and childbirth. A while ago, I was quite proud. The Qin family had a big star, but the older generation didn't pay attention to these. After the novelty passed, the topic turned to the marriage of their children, and asked mother Qin, is your baby dating? When will you get married?

Qin Ma suddenly felt great pressure.

Qin Baobao sat cross legged with his cheeks bulging. Don't talk to his mother.

"You child, this attitude every time, annoys me." Qin Ma hates iron and steel. She wants to take her daughter to see a psychologist.

"Auntie, don't worry," Prince Jin acted as a lubricant and joked, "the baby is not old, it's not only 25, and there may be a man in love when it comes. Don't think you'll get married too soon."

Qin Ma patted Prince Jin's hand and said happily, "Zijin is still sensible. If you are my daughter, I don't have to worry."

Qin Baobao's cheeks are puffy and stuffy.

"Mom, do you have watermelon? I want to eat watermelon." Qin Ze appeared in time.

"Yes, I'll cut it for you. Wait." Qin Ma got up and went into the kitchen.

Qin Ze walked to his sister and sat down, bumped her shoulder, gloating: "look at this posture, mom can't even sleep with you at night."

Qin Baobao twisted her body irritably and didn't want her brother to touch her.

Aoqing, Qin Ma came over with a plate of watermelons and handed a piece to Prince Jin.

Prince Jin smiled sweetly, "thank you, aunt."

Qin Ma handed her daughter another piece. Qin Baobao's face was on one side: "don't eat."

Qin Ze said, "Mom, don't pay attention to her, I'll eat."

A news broadcast on TV: "recently, high temperatures have occurred in many provinces. Please pay attention to heatstroke prevention when traveling. At about 8 o'clock this morning, a traffic accident occurred on Yuhe highway in western province. The driver of a large truck fainted due to heatstroke, causing the vehicle to lose control and hit the roadside guardrail. The driver's rescue failed and died. This is the third traffic accident in western province due to high temperatures..."

Qin Ma said, "this is a terrible weather, baby. Eat some watermelon to prevent heatstroke."

Qin Zepu laughed, "Mom, she's in the air-conditioned room all day to prevent heat."

Qin Baobao glanced at his brother, put on slippers and walked to the kitchen, holding half a watermelon out.

Qin Ma said, eat less, eat too many watermelons and have diarrhea.

Qin Baobao said, half a watermelon is delicious.

Since childhood, she likes to eat watermelon like this, digging a spoon while watching TV. But her stomach was too big to eat, and she threw half of it to Qin Ze every time.

Sure enough, my sister ate up the essence in the center, and handed the watermelon to Qin Ze, "I can't eat it anymore."

Qin Ze habitually took it over and dug a spoon into her mouth. Qin Ma immediately said, "Hey, change a spoon."

Qin Ze peipeipei said, "it's disgusting. Spit it out quickly. Mom is still careful. Mom will help me change a spoon."

Qin Baobao pinched Qin Ze severely in the back of the waist when Qin Ma turned around. Qin Ze doesn't pursue his sister's small action of taking advantage of her. After all, it is her sister who is rubbed every time she is pressed on the sofa. This is called "the small section is lost, the big section is not lost."

Prince Jin squinted at the sisters and brothers, and these two jokers were really acting in front of their parents.

At this time, the old man came out of the study. The old man smiled and was proud. He returned the mobile phone to his son, afraid of patting him on the shoulder. He laughed, "it's good, my son is capable. Azer, although the more he experiences, the better, but he can't be too half hearted."

The sister and brother, including Prince Jin, looked confused.

"Dad, what's the matter?" Qin Ze suddenly felt something wrong.

Qin Baobao looked at his forehead. If she hadn't been timid, she wanted to find out if his father had a fever. Having been a father and daughter for more than 20 years, she has never seen Lao Tzu praise her son.

"You kid, when did you have a girlfriend? You didn't tell me." The corners of the old man's mouth cracked into his ears.

Qin Baobao suddenly looked at Prince Jin. Prince Jin was stunned first, and then felt guilty for a while. Suddenly I feel something wrong... What's wrong with me.

The old man smiled happily, "who is that Zhang Ya? How does she look, where does she live? Is she a college classmate?"

Qin Baobao was stunned.

Qin Ze's eyelids trembled.

"This girl is a little too enthusiastic. You should pay attention to your character. You can't get along with everyone." The old man paused and squeezed out a gratifying smile: "Chen Qingyuan is also your object? Brother Qin's mouth, is he younger than you?"

Brush!

Two substantial glances came.

Qin Ze felt that the dog days turned into 39 days in an instant, and the left and right eyes came from his sister and Miss Wang's sister respectively.

"Dad, don't talk nonsense. I don't have a girlfriend." He decided to go to the kitchen to take shelter, find out the situation, and take out his mobile phone at the same time. There are five messages not checked in the mobile mailbox.

"Little brother, have you thought about your sister recently? Ask your sister out to play another day."

"Oh, ignore me? Eat dry, wipe clean, lift your pants, and don't recognize anyone, do you?"

"Brother Qin, are you free this week? My mother wants to invite you to have dinner at home."

"Brother Qin, don't bother me. I, I will be a good child in the future."

"Brother Qin, please reply to my message. I dare not call you..."

Sleeping trough, this is too much information.

Zhang Ya is the kind of woman who likes to talk. It's obviously a very serious thing. She can also start with the topic of the eighteen prohibitions. As for the girl Chen Qingyuan, she was so stubborn that she didn't feel like being put in the cold at all. Always thinking about what happened with Qin Ze.

What should the old man think of me? I have been an excellent son for 22 years

There is also this damn smart machine. SMS prompts will pop up the information content naked. The old man can see everything at a glance. He doesn't have to click on the mailbox to pry into his son's privacy.

A scream suddenly came from behind, and then his shoulder sank.