What's wrong with the fake daughter? Sister is still the god of gold

Dear Mom, if I tell you that aliens have come to our house, would you believe me?

The above is what Qin Fuyao thought in his heart.

She rarely felt embarrassed. She raised her hand to scratch her forehead and said shyly, "I didn't know you were coming back today."

"Don't worry, I'll clean up the living room right away and replace the sofa with a new one tomorrow, or get someone to come and fix it, okay?"

Can anyone hug her?

It's really about to break into pieces.

"It's okay, you still have classes tomorrow, so go wash up and go to bed early." Qin Nianyu lowered her head and folded an open umbrella.

There was a pause for two seconds.

He raised his head again and said in a strange voice, "Leave it there for now, Mom... I'll clean it up."

I’ve seen mothers and daughters disagree before, but this is the first time I’ve seen a mother and daughter who are not familiar with each other.

"No, no, you've worked hard all day and should rest early."

Qin Fuyao refused repeatedly and quickly started to pick up the various packaging bags on the coffee table and stuffed them all into the garbage bag without even the courage to look up.

You can talk nonsense and kill your low-quality peers.

But we cannot kill high-quality elders.

Living with your mother is like living with a tiger. She has known this truth since she was a child.

Seeing this, Qin Nianyu didn't say much, picked up the broom and prepared to clean the living room.

Before entering the door, she had already imagined that she would meet her biological daughter whom she had never met before, and rehearsed all the possible words in her mind. She never expected such a "chaotic" scene to occur.

A little funny, yet a little heartwarming.

Maybe it was because of blood relationship, or maybe it was because the girl in front of him looked very much like a younger version of himself, so he didn't feel much of a stranger.

There seemed to be a subtle connection between them.

"Mom..." Qin Fuyao tried to shout, "How about you eat something?"

This "Mom" was as light as a feather.

After hearing this, Qin Nianyu froze in place.

When he looked up again, his eyes were red, but he still pretended to be fine.

She forced a smile and shook her head, "Mom has eaten, I'm not hungry."

Qin Nianyu felt very guilty towards her children, so she did not interfere with any of her daughter's choices.

Whether Qin Ruanruan decides to go to the Qin family or Qin Fuyao insists on staying in the Qin family, she has no objection and just hopes that her daughters will be happy.

On the day Qin Fuyao decided to come back, both of them were feeling uneasy, afraid that they were not doing well enough, and they did not dare to appear in front of their child.

"Xiao Yao, go take a shower and go to bed early. Mom will clean up." Qin Nianyu wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes and said, "Be obedient!"

Children are good children.

And they are not yet qualified parents.

Qin Fuyao tidied up the coffee table and put away the garbage bags, making sure that it was not a big job.

She agreed obediently, "Okay, thank you, Mom. I'll go now."

"Go!" Qin Nianyu couldn't help but feel soft in her heart.

She took out her cell phone and told her husband who was thousands of miles away what happened today.

When Qin Fuyao came out of the shower, she saw only a clean and tidy living room with a light on.

He turned off the light, turned around and opened the door of the room.

Wangfu noticed the movement and immediately jumped up from the ground, unable to wait to jump onto his owner.

The puppy's love is never hidden and is always very passionate.

"Good boy, you're so obedient!" Qin Fuyao said softly, and rubbed the furry child's head again, "Sister is going to sleep!"

Wangfu seemed to understand and soon quieted down. He lay down in the small nest beside the bed, his eyes shining, his tongue sticking out, and a sweet silly smile on his face, as if saying "good night".

When Qin Fuyao saw its actions, her heart softened instantly.

Isn’t this better than someone who only gives you hot water?

The world can’t be without puppies!

Qin Fuyao lay on the bed with his arms and legs spread out, picking up his cell phone and starting to look at it.

I just opened it and saw a lot of information pop up.

They were sent by Li Yi, and there were more than ten messages.

Qin Fuyao clicked on it and saw that it was a document containing review content for senior high school students.

Li Yi: "I've arrived home safely."

“These review contents are relatively basic.”

"If you have time, take a look."

"If you don't have time, try to take a look."

Qin Fuyao randomly opened a document about math review.

How do you describe the feeling when you first see it? It's so basic that it doesn't require any brainpower at all.

She simply replied, "Okay, thank you!"

"Go to bed early, good night."

Qin Fuyao was just about to put down his phone when he saw a new message pop up.

It was sent by Lu Congheng.

Click on the chat box.

Lu Congheng: "Are you free this Sunday? I'd like to formally treat you to a meal."

Wow! It's only Thursday and you're asking.

Because of a meal of pork trotters, he insisted on treating me to a meal. This person is quite particular.

Since he extended the invitation sincerely, then...

Qin Fuyao picked up his phone and typed, "I don't know. If I have time, I'll let you know."

"Okay, why aren't you asleep yet so late?" the other party replied immediately.

Qin Fuyao: "I was just about to go to bed when I saw your message."

Lu Congheng: "Then you should go to bed early. Good night!"

"Okay, good night." After sending the message, Qin Fuyao put down his phone and reached out to turn off the light.

Sleep in seconds.

It's great to be young, just fall asleep.

Sleep until you die naturally.

——Senior 11 () Class——

Class 11 this morning was unprecedentedly lively and everyone was getting excited.

Because a female student in Class 3 is going to transfer to Class 11.

Transferred from the top class to the worst class.

They had been in Nanzhong for two years, and this was the first time they met.

So everyone started guessing who it was.

Someone excitedly said, "Oh my god, is this true? Is the news accurate?"

"He has the most accurate information in Nanzhong."

"Who's so crazy as to want to come to our class? Really stupid."

"Has our class been in trouble recently? Situ Jinghong just arrived and there are new students."

They chattered and discussed.

As soon as Qin Fuyao entered the door, he heard shouting.

Just like his mother's vegetable market.

I really want to ask them if they took the wrong medicine again.

When the bell rang for class, he didn't show any restraint.

Qin Fuyao was defeated by this group of high school students, but he was too lazy to say anything. He put away his phone, took out a set of Olympiad mathematics, and started studying.

In the past, at this time, they would quiet down and start studying within two minutes.

However, that didn't happen today.

On the contrary, there is a trend of intensification.

The person sitting in front of Qin Fuyao was even more blatant in gossiping.

"Oh my god! I don't understand why he came to our class. Is there something wrong with him?"

"Not necessarily. It's just a rumor. Who knows if it will really come."

"I think it's probably true. After all, PHS news is always accurate."

"Damn it, it makes me so itchy that I can't even memorize the words."

"Stop talking, Qin Fuyao is already studying."

"Just study, she'd better get first place in the exam."

"Do you think she will really drop out of school if she doesn't get first place?"

"I don't know, why don't you go ask her?"

"Forget it! How dare I talk to her? I'm afraid she'll start calling me a gossip."

Qin Fuyao swore that she really didn't want to hear what they were saying, but their voices were too loud.

You have no choice but to listen.

Is it true that passersby A, B, and C in the crazy novel don’t know how to avoid the person involved?

Qin Fuyao reached out and poked the arm of the person at the table in front of him.