The wife of the female Zun Kuaichuan is a doting maniac

Xie Lingyu reached out and pinched Liu Qing's chubby face.

"You do seem to have gained weight."

Liu Qing ignored her sisters' ridicule and just kept eating.

"I'll indulge myself today, but I'll control my diet after the New Year."

Her words made everyone laugh, but no one really stopped her.

She has been chubby since she was a child, and now she is so thin, everyone feels sorry for her.

Su Qiruo picked a blue rose in the yard and gave it to Si Qianling, and then the two returned to the banquet hall.

Looking at the flowers in Si Qianling's hand, Xie Lingyu couldn't help but be amazed.

"You are such a spendthrift. Your second aunt saw that her baby was ruined by you, and she has to blackmail you for something."

Everyone in the circle knows that the second son of the Su family loves to take care of flowers and plants, and he treasures them very much.

No one dares to touch it easily.

Su Qiruo was even better, she even dared to destroy the flower with such ruthless means.

"It bloomed a little bit, and I only picked one."

Su Qiruo didn't care at all. Her cousin always picked them secretly when she had nothing to do, and her second aunt pretended not to know.

Isn’t this flower meant to be appreciated and to bring joy to people?

If picking it can make your loved one happy, then its value has been achieved.

Si Qianling placed the flowers in his hand into the glass beside him, just right.

"It's quite pretty."

Si Qianyun stretched out her index finger and gently touched the blue petals. When Su Qiruo gave her a look, she quickly withdrew her hand.

"Aruo, you should know your identity and stop glaring at me all day long."

Su Qiruo coughed lightly and acted like an elder sister-in-law.

"Xiao Yun, I've noticed that you've become arrogant since Xiao Ling and Aruo got together!"

Liu Qing stabbed him in the back.

"Ha ha……"

Si Qianyun tried to grab Liu Qing's cake, but Liu Qing hid and refused to give it to him, and the two of them started to quarrel. They were originally sitting in a corner, and this quarrel attracted a lot of attention.

Many people want to approach and get close to them, but when they think about the fact that they are ancestors they cannot afford to offend, they may end up losing more than they gain.

"I will go to the research institute with Professor Huang after the New Year. Xiao Ling will be left to you."

Si Qianyun studied aerospace mechanics, and his professor, Professor Huang, is one of the best in the country in the field of mechanical manufacturing.

She was reluctant to give up this opportunity.

"Don't worry, I'm here."

No one would dare to bully Si Qianling at school. She was responsible for picking him up and dropping him off during holidays, and other times were no different from before.

"Then we'll see you next year."

Everyone will definitely get together before school starts, and Si Qianyun will talk to everyone else then.

After seeing off the guests, Su Qiruo hurried to see Old Madam Su.

The old lady was really tired today.

"Is grandma resting?"

Su Qiruo, who was coming down from upstairs, happened to meet the housekeeper coming out of Old Madam Su's room, so she didn't go any further.

"Yes, I have rested."

The butler nodded.

"Then I won't bother you anymore."

Su Qiruo turned around and went upstairs again.

"Miss, a lot of fruits have been delivered from the south today. They are very fresh. Please take a look and see if there is anything you want to eat. I will have someone send it to you."

The housekeeper suddenly remembered the large cart of fruit outside and hurriedly called Su Qiruo.

Su Qiruo paused, and thinking that Si Qianling loved eating fruits, she went downstairs again and went directly to the garage with the housekeeper.

"Pick out some of each and send them to the Si family. Cut up the rest and prepare some fruit plates. Mother and aunt are staying at home these days, so there will be plenty for people to eat."

"Yes, then the rest should be distributed according to the practice of previous years?" (End of this chapter)