Rebirth of Asura

Chapter 395: The Banquet of Returning the Pearl (2)
Xiaoyue glanced at Zhan Xingmo, who was being discussed by her elders but seemed to have nothing to do with her. Next to her, Niaoyou tugged at her sleeves, signaling to her that this new "brother" was not easy to get along with at all. too close to him.

"Uh... Yixin! Did you make a mistake about your seniority?" Chi Jianqiu interjected weakly.

Shi Yixin rolled his eyes, then opened his mouth suddenly, Xiaoyue and the others called Qianxue her sister, but if they called Zhan Xingmo her brother, what should Qianxue call their uncle Shi Yiqing?
"Pfft ha ha ha ha!" Shao Xu on the side couldn't hold back a mouthful of apple pomace, not knowing what picture he was imagining.

Thanks to Shao Xu, neither Qiu Qianxue nor Shi Yiqing confessed to everyone that their relationship had not even been confessed, and now it has become a transparent secret. The old men and women guessed in their hearts that these two geniuses What kind of little genius will be produced by the combination, but no one in Mingli specifically mentions it. After all, it has not been confirmed by the two parties. What if it is a misunderstanding?
Shi Yiqing didn't know how to be euphemistic, and Qiu Qianxue was thin-skinned. If the two of them didn't mean it, it would be a trivial matter for them to be disappointed, and they would embarrass the two juniors. What if they deliberately distanced themselves from each other in the future?

"Is Momo willing to take care of Xiaoyue and Niaoyou?"

Qiu Qianxue came out from behind Zhan Xingmo and rubbed his little head. Zhan Xingmo and Xiao Yuetong were about the same age, they were arranged in the same school, and she could feel at ease with this little adult helping her to take care of her. With Xue Qiangwei and the others' innocent and violent characters on the outside, Qiu Qianxue will not worry that they will be bullied, mainly because they are afraid that if someone provokes them, the little guys will lose control of the scene if they get angry. With the presence of ink, it may be able to start a suppressive effect.

A soft voice suddenly rang in his ears, like cotton tickling, Zhan Xingmo frowned reflexively and avoided it.

He has been staying at Zhan's house during the winter vacation, and he didn't celebrate the New Year here. Unlike Zhan Xingwu, who has long been friends with those little kids, and is not familiar with this guy who is obviously older than him but is as fragile as a doll. "Sister Cheap", Qiu Qianxue's most natural kiss made his ears flush involuntarily, his face collapsed, and he turned his head away from her.

"I don't want to."

He likes to be independent, not to be a housekeeper!
He is tired of taking care of his mother and Zhan Xingwu while going to school, but he has to be distracted at school to take care of these four little kids who only stick to their sisters?

"Hey! Brat, what are you talking about?"

Shi Yixin was about to put up his mother's airs, but when he saw Zhan Xingmo's expressionless face, he immediately softened into a sponge: "Oh, Momo, Xiaoyueyouyou and the others are very good, what do you do?" How can my brother be so ruthless? Think about it? They transfer to a new school and don’t know anyone. What if they are bullied? Do you have the heart to see such cute and cute faces being beaten into pigs’ heads? ..."

Seeing that Yixin had a tendency to break up for half an hour, Zhan Xingmo would not dump her, turned around and left expressionlessly.

"Uh...too bad, I won't be able to eat the braised pork made by my good son tomorrow."

"..." The whole room was speechless to this wonderful pair of mother and son.

The next day, Qiu Qianxue received a text message from Xia Mo going to Hong Kong City. Last night, Xia Mo went to Shao's house specially, and had a showdown with Shao's parents, Shao's mother, and several old people about her and Shao Chen. Nothing he said at the time could change Xia Mo's determination. He wanted the elders to come up with various reasons to stop him so that he would have time to slowly grind the iron pestle into a needle. Unexpectedly, no one expressed surprise and disapproval. Objected, everyone looked like "I knew it".

(End of this chapter)