An Ci looked up at him, his eyes swept across Fugui, and he felt a little confused.
Fugui was raised by her, but the arrogance and wildness in his bones always existed. Apart from her, Fugui had never been so close to anyone else.
But she was too obedient in front of this young man.
An Ci wanted to ask him, "Do you know Fugui?", but because there were other people around, he changed the subject and said, "Fugui seems to like you very much."
Shen Mo was slightly startled, "Huh?"
An Ci looked back at Fugui and rubbed its head a few times. "Fugui, do you want to stay here and play for a while?"
Fugui roared and proved it with his actions. He raised his head and bit the corner of Shen Mo's clothes.
An Ci sighed, how quick he changed his mind.
She turned to look at Shen Mo, and said softly, "Can you let Fugui stay here for two days? If you get tired of it, I'll come and take it away."
The little thing is very pretty, and it's even more attractive when she smiles. Her eyes are slightly curved, and her clean smile is even warmer than the sunshine outside.
Shen Mo nodded, "Its name is, Fugui?"
An Ci nodded with a smile, "I chose it. Does it sound good?"
Shen Mo glanced at Fugui and nodded stiffly.
Shi Che watched from the side, and the more he looked, the more likable he found his little nephew. Xiao Mo had been here for more than half a year, and he had never seen him talk to any child on his own initiative. His little nephew was so awesome.
He walked forward, raised his hand and placed it on Shen Mo's shoulder, lowered his eyes to look at An Ci, "My little nephew, his name is Shen Mo, you can come visit him and play with him when you have nothing to do."
An Ci, "Okay."
An Lan's phone kept vibrating as several messages came in. She took a look and saw that it was the old man at home urging her.
"Baby, we should go back. Grandpa and grandma are still waiting for you."
An Ci glanced at Shen Mo, gave Fugui a few words of advice, then turned around and left with his parents.
From beginning to end, she didn't mention a word about meeting Shen Mo in the hospital, as if it had never happened and it was the first time they met.
Shen Mo was also quite surprised. He thought An Ci would let the cat out of the bag, but he didn't expect...
Seeing that he was always looking towards the door, Shi Che thought that he couldn't help but feel sad after seeing Song Xiunian and his family of three reunited, so he quickly diverted his attention, "Xiao Mo, if you like this white tiger, how about I get you one?"
Shen Mo retracted his gaze, lowered his head to look at the wealth rubbing against his palm, and said in a low voice, "No need."
…
The luggage was left to Aunt Hong to take care of, and An Ci was taken to Villa No. 1 by Song Xiunian and his wife.
As soon as An Ci entered the living room, before he had time to look at anyone, he was picked up by a pair of hands with thick calluses and held in the air to be examined carefully.
"I seem to have gained some weight, and my face has gained some flesh."
“…”
An Ci's face was filled with black lines, and he inexplicably felt like he was being treated like pork for people to pick at in the vegetable market.
She lowered her head and met the old man's loving eyes. Her temper suddenly disappeared, "Grandpa."
Old Master Song narrowed his eyes and smiled. He ruffled her soft short hair with his big hands and walked back with her in his arms. "Are you hungry?"
"Hungry." An Ci nodded. She slept all the way on the plane and when she woke up she only ate a few biscuits and a box of milk.
Mrs. Song heard the noise in the kitchen, turned off the fire, and hurried out with a plate of meatballs, "Zizi is back, come and try grandma's fried meatballs."
"Grandma." An Ci called out sweetly, staring straight at the plate of golden fried meatballs in her hand.
Having not seen her grandson for more than half a year, Old Madam Song missed him very much. She put the plate on the table and snatched her grandson from her husband's arms.
Looking at her delicate little grandson, Old Madam Song was very fond of him. "Baby, do you miss grandma?"
An Ci replied quickly, "I do."
As soon as she finished speaking, three pairs of eyes came over and looked at her in unison.
An Ci immediately said, "I miss Grandpa, Mom, and Dad too. I miss them every day. I even brought you gifts."
At this point, she subconsciously looked around and asked, "Where's my suitcase?"
"The suitcase is at home. You can get it later." An Lan smiled with satisfaction. Her child has grown up and knows to bring gifts for his family when he comes back.
"Yes, yes, don't be in a hurry, eat something to fill your stomach first." Old Lady Song picked up a meatball with a fork and handed it to her mouth.
"It's hot, eat slowly."
An Ci took a bite from her hand, squinted his eyes in satisfaction, and praised incoherently, "Delicious."
Madam Song smiled and said, "If it tastes good, eat more."
Just when An Ci was sighing how good it was to be home, a phone call ended her happiness.
It was An Zhenxiong calling.
An Lan picked up the phone. She didn't know what was said on the other end of the line, but she looked a little strange.
"What's wrong?" Song Xiunian asked.
An Lan didn't explain and just pressed the hands-free button. An Zhenxiong's voice came from the phone.
"Let Xiao Ci answer the phone."
Hearing An Zhenxiong's voice, An Ci swallowed the meatball, got off Madam Song, and came over, "Grandpa, I'm home."
An Zhenxiong snorted softly, "You did make it home, but you almost sent the Third Elder, the Fifth Elder, and the Sixth Elder to the hospital."
Upon hearing this, Mr. Song and the others were stunned.
An Ci was confused, "What happened to them?"
"What else?" On the other end of the phone, An Zhenxiong was in a state of panic and couldn't even read a single word of the document.
"What did you give the elders yesterday?"
An Ci said, "Chicken soup and roast goose."
"The third elder and the fifth elder drank your chicken soup. One of them has a nosebleed and the other has diarrhea." An Zhenxiong squeezed out a helpless voice from between his teeth.
"As for the Sixth Elder, he had an allergic reaction to the roast goose he ate. He scratched himself all night, and when he woke up in the morning, his mouth was swollen like a sausage."
An Ci was stunned for a few seconds, then quickly responded, "Chicken soup and roast goose are fine, Grandpa, you ate them too."
"It must be that the Third Elder is too weak, and the Fifth Elder has a bad stomach."
An Zhenxiong, "..."
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