Not long after, Si Cheng and Si Ye also went home after get off work.

The two brothers did not live in the old house, but they tacitly came to the old house every night after get off work to have dinner and spend time with their parents.

When I got home and saw that I was having fun with Si Youyou, I was a little surprised.

Siye nudged his elder brother: "Who is this?"

Si Cheng whispered back, "The third daughter-in-law."

Siye glared and asked, "Is the third brother a beast?"

"How old?"

"eighteen."

It’s confirmed, it’s a beast: “One year younger than Henian.”

Si Henan is Si Cheng's eldest son. He is nineteen years old and has just started college. He usually doesn't go home.

Si Cheng laughed dryly. Of course, he could be his brother's wife's father. If he told others about it, who would believe it?

Father Si glanced over and said, "Are you standing at the door as door gods?"

Si Cheng and Si Ye hurried over and whispered to their father, "How did you get him home? Does the third brother know?"

Father Si glanced at Mother Si, who was smiling like Maitreya Buddha. He was really not used to not being scolded today.

"Your mother brought it back, the third child doesn't know."

The two brothers bared their teeth, there was going to be a good show.

When the food was served, no one thought of sending a message to Siming to ask him to come back and eat together.

When they were halfway through their meal, Siming came back with a cold face.

Seeing Cotton-padded Jacket sitting at the dining table, working hard, I breathed a sigh of relief.

He returned to the cleaning company and didn't see the cotton jacket. He thought she had left and didn't care.

Later, Xishi mentioned unintentionally that the cotton jacket was taken away by someone with a bag of delicious food. They didn't know that person and they couldn't sit still anymore.

I searched every possible place but couldn't find him, so I almost called the police.

In the end, I went home to look for it just in case.

result……

"Yo yo yo, who is this busy guy?"

Si's mother shouted in a sarcastic tone.

Siming's mouth twitched, she was undoubtedly his biological mother.

"Mom, why are you..."

Before she could finish her words, Si's mother started shouting, "What mom? Who is your mom? What about me? What's wrong with me? Who are you?"

"Go, go, go, get out now, don't go into anyone's house. Do you know me?"

Everyone else covered their mouths and laughed, it was a rare sight to see Sima Ming so excited.

Si Ming sighed helplessly and looked at the heartless cotton-padded jacket who didn't even raise his head. It was just unbearable.

"Mian'ao, you are really capable. You tricked someone out of a bag of food. I'm afraid you didn't even know you were sold."

"You know him, so you just follow him?"

Mian'ao looked up blankly, and just as she was about to speak, Si Youyou stuffed a chicken drumstick into her mouth: "Little aunt, eat quickly, this is delicious."

Little aunt?

Siming's dark face turned red for no apparent reason: "Youyou, don't yell."

Si's mother immediately became furious and pointed at Siming angrily: "Mr. Si, I think you are the one who is capable. You scolded my daughter-in-law and then scolded my granddaughter. Who do you think you are?"

"You don't come home all year round, and when you come home you act like a big shot. Where do you put us old couple?"

Father Si shared the same hatred: "That's right, unfilial son."

Siming held his forehead and didn't want to pay attention to his father: "Mom, don't make things more complicated." Can you just choose a daughter-in-law?

Mother Si was even more angry: "You little bastard, now you don't even care about me as your mother, and you even criticize me."

"What kind of trouble did I cause? Tell me. If you can't explain it clearly, I'll never let you go."

"It's not over yet." Mian'ao nodded his hairy head in agreement.

"It's not over yet." Si Youyou followed like a little tail.

After they finished talking, they looked at each other and giggled.

Jiang Qing glared at his daughter helplessly.

Sima Ming was even more angry. What a heartless little girl.

Aunt Chen came out with dishes and chopsticks to smooth things over: "Old Madam, calm down. The Third Young Master is sweating all over. I'm afraid he just finished working. Let him sit down and eat a few bites first. It's not too late to talk about anything later."

After all, he is a late-born child, so Si's mother still feels sorry for him.

He snorted and said nothing more.

Siming took the bowl and chopsticks and sat down next to Mian'ao naturally. He glared at Mian'ao, calling her a little girl who had made him worry for the whole afternoon.

Mian'ao couldn't understand his expression and pointed at the shrimp: "Peel it for me." It tasted good, but it was hard to peel.

Sima Ming...

I really owe her.

Accept your fate and be stripped.

The two of them were casual and natural, which made the people at the same table gasp in amazement. There is always someone better than you.

Si Youyou was young and didn't understand the twists and turns in adults' minds. She asked about the cotton-padded jacket with a greasy little face.

"Aunt, can you sleep with me tonight? We can go to school together tomorrow."

Cotton Jacket tilted his head: "Go to school?"

The others looked at Sima Ming in tacit understanding.

They knew that Mian'ao grew up in the countryside, was not treated well by her adoptive parents, and had never been to school.

However, we have been in Jinghai City for so long, so it’s time to go, right?

Siming's forehead was throbbing. Why were you looking at him?

Do you really think of him as your guardian?

However, the little girl should really go to school.

"I'll do it right away."

Everyone immediately felt disgusted. It was something that should have been done a long time ago, but it was too unreliable to just think of doing it now.

"What grade is little aunt in?" Si Hanhan didn't know that Mian'ao had never been to school.

The man in cotton-padded jacket doesn’t look very old, and seems to be about the same age as me.

Si Hanhan and Si Ruirui are fourteen years old and in the second grade of junior high school.

Mian'ao was confused and turned to ask Siming, "What grade are you in?"

Siming's mouth twitched. Don't you know what grade you are in?

"Mian'ao has never been to school."

Si Ruirui was surprised and said, "No, doesn't that mean I have to start from kindergarten?"

Everyone...it's not that necessary.

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