I listened to my sister's words today.

As soon as Yun Yiruo stepped out of the door, the cold winter wind immediately blew towards her, bringing with it a biting chill that made her shrink her neck involuntarily.

However, before she could fully adapt to the sudden temperature difference, a dark Cullinan parked in front of the door came into view.

As for why you know this car?

After all, there was a gray Cullinan of the same model lying quietly in her sister's garage, and it was one of the "victims" of her graffiti.

Thinking of those colorful graffiti, I remember that I drew a five-legged monster on the car door. My sister gritted her teeth every time she saw it, but she never erased it.

The car in front of me was obviously brand new, and a man in work clothes was tearing off the protective film on the car body.

The film was blown by the wind and fell to the ground, while the edge of the rearview mirror was still shining with light from not being torn off.

Right behind the Cullinan, there is a black Hongqi parked, and the golden Hongqi logo on the front of the car is particularly eye-catching.

Yun Yiruo thought to herself that it was not surprising to recognize this car. After all, the words "Hongqi" were written so clearly on the front of the car.

But the black Red Flag and the black Cullinan parked one after the other looked like the scene where a powerful figure appeared in a movie.

Just as I was thinking about it, the door of the Hongqi car suddenly opened, and the old man in the car leaned out half of his body, with a kind and eager smile on his face, and said in a low but powerful voice: "Come on, come on, get in the car and warm up, don't catch a cold."

Yun Yiru responded softly and got into the car with small steps.

I rubbed my hands and looked around. The interior of the car was low-key and elegant. The black leather seats were as soft as sofas, and the wooden panels on both sides had smooth textures, revealing an exquisite craftsmanship.

The moment the car door was opened, the smell of heating in the car hit him in the face, but Yun Yinuo had just sat down and felt that the seat was still a little cold. It was obvious that the heating had just started.

"Uncle, why don't we take a car together?"

The old man smiled and looked up at her, his tone relaxed: "Because, after dinner, I still have to take care of some things, so I won't be going with you."

"Then... let's take a car first."

The old man smiled dotingly and waved his hand: "Okay, okay, I'll listen to you.

"But..."

His gaze suddenly fell on Yun Yiruo's head, and there was a hint of teasing in his eyes, "Why don't you hide your little ears?"

Before he finished speaking, he stretched out his calloused hands and gently rubbed the soft top of her head.

The rough touch made Yun Yiruo giggle uncontrollably, like a kitten being tickled, and her laughter echoed in the carriage.

The old man had just opened the car door and was about to step out when he caught a glimpse of a hurried figure running towards him.

Luo's mother was jogging quickly while lowering her head to adjust her cuffs. She was sweating anxiously on her face and seemed to be muttering something.

The wind blew up the hair on her temples, revealing a bit of panic and anxiety.

"Why are you in such a hurry?"

The old man had just stood up and had no time to close the car door when Luo's mother had already dodged around to the other side, quickly opened the door and got in, bringing a gust of cold wind in.

As soon as Luo's mother sat down, she immediately held the child in her arms on her lap, with a look of reproach and doting in her eyes.

"Don't run so fast next time, you hear me?"

"Look, I didn't even bring the clip."

"Hehe..." Yun Yiruo raised her head with a mischievous light in her eyes.

"Aunt Luo, I understand."

As she spoke, she rubbed her head against her shoulder in a coquettish manner. The soft hair made Luo's mother laugh, and she reached out and gently patted her back.

"Okay, don't move!"

Although Luo Mu's voice was soft.

He lowered his head and looked carefully at the child's ears, frowning slightly, as if confirming something.

Then she raised her fingers and carefully pressed down a tuft of hair on the child's ear, her movements gentle and careful.

"Is it okay to clamp it here like this? Does it hurt?"

"Yeah, it doesn't hurt."

Yun Yiruo blinked and nodded obediently.

Then, he raised his hand and pulled Luo Mu's sleeve.

"Aunt Luo, Grandma and Uncle Yun are out, let's go!"

Upon hearing this, Luo's mother turned around and saw two familiar figures slowly walking out of the door.

The old lady was wrapped in a long mink coat, her silver hair shone softly in the winter sun, and although her steps were slow, they revealed her elegance and composure.

Father Yun, dressed in a dark grey coat, with an upright posture and a slightly furrowed brow, exuded a sense of calm and dignity. The two of them walked side by side, looking like they had stepped out of a painting.

Luo's mother bent down and gently picked up the child.

Yun Yiruo's little hand subconsciously grabbed Luo Mu's collar, and her cheek rested against Luo Mu's warm shoulder.

Luo's mother stood steadily beside the rear door of the Cullinan, opened the thick door with her hand, and gently tilted the child's head to avoid hitting the roof.

"Then why don't you sit in the back with your uncle and grandmother?"

"it is good!"

When Luo's mother heard the response, she raised her hand and touched the child's head, as if praising her for being sensible.

Then he gently placed the child on the seat, helped her fasten her seat belt, and carefully straightened her wrinkled clothes.

Luo's mother closed the car door, looked back at Yun's father and the old lady outside the car, confirmed that the two were approaching slowly, then walked around the front of the car to the passenger seat.

Inside the car, Yun Yiruo sat obediently in the back seat, her eyes fixed on the two people outside the window, the corners of her mouth slightly raised with the joy that only a child could have.

She couldn't help but stretched out her hand and waved through the glass: "Grandma, hurry up!"

When the old lady heard the voice, she turned her head slightly to glance at the little head in the car, and a gentle smile appeared on her face.

He also quickened his pace a little. Seeing this, Yun's father gently supported him.

"Mom, slow down, don't fall."

Father Yun reminded in a low voice, in a calm and steady tone.

"It's okay, I'm not too old to walk."

The old lady patted Yun's father's arm lightly, with a hint of smile in her tone.

The two walked to the car. Yun's father first opened the door on the other side for the old lady. After she sat in the car steadily, he walked around to the other side and sat down.

When Yun Yiruo saw the two finally get into the car, she immediately reached out happily to hold the old lady's hand, and said in a soft voice: "Grandma, I was just wondering why you hadn't come out yet."

The old lady held her little hand.

"Grandma is old, she can't walk as fast as you kids."

"No, grandma is also very fast!"

"This little mouth can really talk."

Father Yun lowered his head and glanced at the child, and his usually stern face relaxed a little.

He reached into his pocket and took out a small, beautifully wrapped snack and handed it to Yun Yiru.

"Thank you, Uncle Yun!"

Yun Yiruo took the snack with both hands, thanked sweetly, then carefully unwrapped it, took a small bite, and her face was full of satisfaction.

Luo's mother took a look at the scene through the rearview mirror and said with a smile: "This child has a very sweet mouth."

"Just spoil him. The child is still young and it's okay as long as he is sensible." The old man also got on the car from the other side.