When they returned to the door of Villa No. 1, An Ci jumped off the electric scooter before it even stopped.
Song Yuan was scared to death, "Hey, be careful."
Before he finished speaking, An Ci landed firmly on the ground and walked straight into the house.
I'm just short of carving the words "very bad mood" on the back of my head.
Song Yuan looked helpless. He parked his electric scooter in the yard and walked into the house carrying a paper bag, but there was no sign of An Ci.
He looked at Song Xi and asked, "Where's Xiao Ci?"
"Let's go upstairs." Song Xi pointed towards the stairs and turned to see the paper bag in Song Yuan's hand. "Cousin, did you buy milk tea?"
"It's not me." Song Yuan sat down on the sofa and put the paper bag on the table. "It's Shen Mo. He bought it for Xiao Ci."
After he finished speaking, everyone else looked at him in astonishment.
An Lan was the first to react, her tone full of surprise, "Did Xiao Mo buy it?"
Song Yuan nodded and told them the story in a concise manner.
Song Xi pursed her lips, her expression suddenly enlightened. "No wonder Zizi's expression was a little strange just now."
The living room suddenly fell silent.
Old Master Song suddenly said, "Xiao Xi, go call the baby down."
“Dad, you…”
Song Xiunian was puzzled, and before he could finish, he was interrupted by Old Master Song, "What's the matter? It's rare for Zizi to come back. Can't I ask her to go out for a walk with me?"
His father gave him a murderous look, and Song Xiunian shut up tactfully.
After a while, An Ci followed Song Xi downstairs.
Seeing Old Master Song dressed neatly, as if he was about to go out, An Ci was stunned. "Grandpa, are you looking for me?"
Old Master Song nodded and said, "Zizi, accompany grandpa to go shopping."
An Ci glanced at him, without asking what he was going to buy, and nodded, "Yeah."
"It's cold outside, put on your coat." An Lan took the coat and handed it to An Ci.
An Ci took it and put on the black coat, which made her look tall and thin.
She pulled her hat on. "Let's go, Grandpa."
It was rare for the grandfather and grandson to go out together. Old Master Song had a smile on his face, and the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes were all gathered together.
Just as they were about to get in the car, Song Yuan chased out, "Xiao Ci, wait a minute."
An Ci had her hand on the car door and subconsciously turned around when she heard his voice. The next second, a paper bag was stuffed into her hand.
"I'll give it back to you." Song Yuan ran back after saying this, as if he had thrown away a hot potato.
It disappeared in a flash.
An Ci withdrew his gaze and looked down at the strawberry milkshake in the paper bag with an indescribable expression.
He had cut off contact with her, so she refused to drink anything he bought.
She tilted her head to look at the trash can not far away, then looked at the strawberry milkshake, and suddenly hesitated.
Angry, but reluctant to throw it away.
Old Master Song got into the car, looked out the window, and urged, "Son, what are you standing there for? Get in the car."
An Ci came back to her senses and leaned over to get into the car. Old Master Song noticed the paper bag in her hand and smiled knowingly.
He said, "Old Li, let's go to Antique Street."
Lao Li said yes, started the car and left.
Because of this strawberry milkshake, An Ci was in a low mood. He no longer had the interest to go out as before and hardly spoke a word.
Mr. Song raised his hand and touched her head, his voice gentle, "What's wrong? Are you in a bad mood?"
"No."
Maybe because she has been with Shen Mo for a long time, she has learned to say one thing and mean another.
Mr. Song saw through it but didn't say anything. "You think it's boring to hang out with an old man like me, huh?"
"No." An Ci shook his head, pulled up the corners of his lips, and showed the same smile as before, "Grandpa, what are you going to buy in Antique Street?"
Old Master Song said, "The vase in the study was accidentally broken by Da Mi a while ago. Go and pick out a replacement."
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