Miss Star, spoiled by her father and brother

"Wow! You can actually call me uncle. Will grandpa call me that too?"

"Where's grandma?"

Xu Weiwei looked at this and that, not quite sure. Will she... do it? Or should you guys wait a little longer and give me a little more time?

"Come into the house first. It's very cold outside. Let's talk inside if you have anything to say." McQueen opened his coat and wrapped Xu Weiwei in it.

Mrs. Seaforth opened the trunk and said, "Come and take the things in. These are the gifts my parents-in-law asked me to bring for you. I'll open them and show them to you later."

"So many, how can you be so ignorant..."

"No, Mom, it was my mom who insisted on bringing me here. You know who she is. She doesn't allow others to interfere in her work. Don't blame Tina."

"Did you hear that, Mom?"

"You guys chat while I take Wei'er in first. Don't let her catch a cold."

"Wait uncle!"

……

At the same time, also in Area C3, the Wolfhard Villa, which was only about meters away, was also bustling, but in another sense.

"You usually say you don't have time, but you don't have time now?! Tina's husband has the same position as you, but he stays at home with his wife every day, and you're the only one who's busy!"

"Tell me how many times have you gone out with me this year? I don't think you don't have time, but you just don't want to spend time with me. Forget about your husband being unreliable, I'll just live like a widow."

"But my son didn't support me. I finally saw clearly that you Wufards are a family..."

The hostess of the villa is angry.

The dog hid under the dining table with its tail between its legs.

The maids cleaning the living room also became cautious. The feather duster gently brushed over the huge photo on the wall, sweeping away the fine dust. The photo showed a family of three, with the graceful and wealthy hostess leaning on the majestic and handsome host, holding a newborn baby in her arms.

The baby has black hair and black eyes like the male owner, and the light-colored skirt worn by the female owner becomes the most eye-catching warm color in the photo.

Compared to the photos, Mrs. Wolfhard is now much thinner and has returned to her beautiful appearance before giving birth. She is even thinner than before, and she is beautiful even when she is angry.

She stood up suddenly, the chair behind her rubbing against the floor made a harsh sound. Mrs. Wolfhard walked upstairs with great force, "dong dong dong". The father and son at the dining table were left speechless.

The father looked the same as in the photo, but the baby had grown up a lot. He had delicate features, a high nose bridge, and some baby fat on his face, but his future superior bone structure was already vaguely visible. His hair was neatly cut, revealing his round ears, and his dark eyes were clear and bright, looking very intelligent.

The man on the other side opened his mouth as if to speak, but the boy spoke first: "I have to practice piano today. After practice, I want to play with models instead of going shopping. I have already taken her out twice in your place. This is obviously your responsibility. I think this is not fair. Whoever has the wife should be the one to coax her."

"And mom is pretty angry this time. You're the one with the most serious problem. To be fair, you've spent too little time with your family this year."

"So I suggest you finish your breakfast quickly and go up to her, tell her that you know you are wrong and that you will spend the whole day with her today. You have to be quick, because she has already listed your crimes in her mind. When she thinks that you are 'unforgivable', you will have to spend two or three times more effort to appease her."

Wolfhard was silent for a moment, then said, "Finn, stop watching those dating shows with your mother."

"I don't like watching those. I like competitive shows, like mechanical combat and red vs. blue. It's obvious that you are not only a negligent husband, but also a negligent father."

Wolfhard couldn't eat anymore. He felt that there was something wrong with his upbringing. Was it right for a child to criticize his father like this? When he was six years old... Never mind.

Thinking about how he talked back to his father when he was a child, calling him a mad dog, and even urging his mother to divorce him, Wolfhard felt that his son was not so rebellious and even knew how to help him find a solution. It seemed that his son was better.

After wiping his mouth with his napkin and throwing it on the table, Wolfhard stood up and walked upstairs.

Finn continued to eat at his seat, biting his bagel in small bites. His manners were good from any angle, and the servants couldn't help but admire him.

"Aunt Mary, help me get a bowl of soup, thank you."

"Okay, Master...be careful with the heat."

The dog came out from under the table at some point and lay quietly next to its little master.

Finn pinched a piece of ham, and the dog's nose moved and he looked up at his little master.

"Alpha, sit down."

Upon hearing the command, the dog quickly turned from lying down to sitting up, with his head raised and chest puffed out, looking like a dog soldier waiting for inspection.

"Good boy."

Finn threw the meat down and the dog quickly caught it.

About fifteen minutes later, Finn had finished his breakfast, but the two hadn't come down from upstairs yet.

Finn, who was not surprised by this, went upstairs to the piano room to practice. He stopped when he passed his parents' bedroom and did not hear any fierce quarrel, so he passed by without worry.

After looking at the plan arranged by the piano teacher, Finn pulled out the corresponding music score. However, after playing the prelude, he felt something was wrong, so he stopped and looked carefully at the cover - "The truth that you leave".

English is a minority language, but some families let their children learn it in order to develop their specialties. Finn happens to understand it. Combined with the feeling of this piece, Finn thinks it is not auspicious to play it now.

Mom is already emotionally upset, and playing this as background music for her now, isn't it poisoning my parents' marriage?

Finn closed it decisively, and scanned the shelf. When he saw the name of a sheet music, he pulled it out decisively. It's you - "Good Days".

The inspiring tune echoed in the villa, and the servants who were working heard it and whispered to their companions in confusion.

"Is this a new piece of music? I've never heard the young master play it before."

"That should be it. Strange... why do I suddenly feel so motivated?"

The companion nodded excitedly: "Me too! I suddenly became energetic."

“This is a really good song.”