Jiu Ye, your little ancestor doesn't want to take responsibility

The servants had already started serving the meal, and Mumu didn't say anything else and just started eating.

Seeing that Mu Mu didn't get angry, Lou Shuo felt guilty and started writing the test paper after dinner.

Mu Mu corrected each paper he wrote, then explained to Lou Shuo the mistakes he had made and gave him some homework. Only then did Mu Mu ride his electric bike home.

"Where did such an ugly car come from?" Lou Shuo said in disgust, "And such a tacky pink color."

Mumu ignored him, put on a helmet, carried his schoolbag, and rode away on his electric bike.

Like a little pink snail crawling slowly on the road.

As Lou Shuo watched, the resentment he felt towards Mu Mu dissipated.

Lou Shuo returned to the house only after Mu Mu left.

After studying for an entire afternoon, I urgently needed to relax, so I sent a message in the group, calling on everyone to come online and form a team.

Friends and friends responded:

【Walking on the street with my mother. 】

【There are guests at home, let me chat with them. 】

[I'm doing my homework under my dad's watchful eye.]

[I'm going to ask for leave first. I have something to do tonight and won't be here.]

……

Lou Shuo took a look and found that no one responded.

He didn't think much about it, thinking that since it was nothing, he might as well finish the homework that Mumu gave him, otherwise he would have no time in the evening.

So I started writing without much effort.

Butler Cao, who was hiding in the dark and observing, nodded repeatedly, thinking that Miss Mumu still had a solution.

After dinner, Butler Cao took out a pack of newly bought cigarettes and handed it to Lou Shuo:

"Master, Miss Mumu asked me to buy you these cigarettes. She said that since you are curious about smoking now, you should smoke something healthy. Once you have tried the taste, you will no longer be curious. The cigarettes you bought are not suitable for teenagers like you."

Lou Shuo glanced at the cigarette but didn't take it.

He actually doesn't like smoking, but it was Qian Jun who led him into this, saying that smoking is what makes a man a man.

Lou Shuo didn't agree with this statement in his heart, but since everyone thought smoking was cool, he didn't know what to say.

Those two packs of cigarettes were given to him by Qian Jun. It had been over half a month, and he hadn't finished a single pack.

Thinking about how he was woken up by a cigarette box in the morning, it goes without saying that Mumu definitely does not approve of him smoking.

Thinking of this, Lou Shuo scratched his hair irritably and said unhappily:

"Who wants to smoke?"

Butler Cao took back the cigarette and said with a smile:

"This cigarette is indeed unhealthy, Mr. Lou doesn't smoke."

Lou Shuo was very dissatisfied with his brother. How could he smoke something that Lou Zhe didn't even smoke?

"Alright, alright, I get it. I won't touch this stuff again. Get out of here."

Butler Cao was kicked out.

He stood at the door for a while and heard Lou Shuo talking on the phone.

It seemed like he beat several people in a row, and Lou Shuo's temper was obviously bad after that.

It would be strange if I could be in a good mood after being abandoned by my gaming partner.

Butler Cao nodded and hurried downstairs.

After a while, Lou Shuo really came downstairs dejectedly.

Seeing his attire, Butler Cao hurried over to greet him:

"Master, you want to go out? I'll send a car right away."

Lou Shuo was very annoyed:

"Don't worry about it, I can ride my bike by myself."

Butler Cao quickly helped him find the keys to the motorcycle.

Butler Cao doesn't care about the motorcycle, because Lou Zhe doesn't care either, and it was Lou Zhe who taught him personally.

It can be said that Lou Shuo's cycling skills are not much worse than those of professional racing drivers, so there is no need to worry too much.

But Butler Cao still gave a warning:

"Master, ride slower."

Lou Shuo ignored him, thinking, how slow? Like Mu Zheng's pink little snail?

Then why bother riding?

It's just seven o'clock and the sun is still high in the sky.

However, it is no longer hot in Yipintang Villa. It is cool in the mountains, which is especially suitable for a drive.