An Ci raised an eyebrow, "Did they receive it so quickly?"
An Zhenxiong thought of the indescribable expressions on the elders' faces after they opened the gift packages, and chuckled softly.
He bent his fingers and tapped An Ci on the head, "You little bastard, giving me such a wicked gift during the New Year."
An Ci cried out in pain, "Ouch!" "I swear to God, I put a lot of thought into that gift. I thought about it for a long time."
An Zhenxiong was speechless.
Did you take the trouble to give the elders hair growth water and hair dye?
It's a pity she could think of that.
He said in a meaningful tone, "Don't forget that the elders are your teachers. If they assign you more courses, don't cry."
An Ci's eyes widened. No way, he's still playing the revenge game.
If she were to take more courses, would she still be able to survive?
She looked up at An Zhenxiong, shook his hand, and said coquettishly, "Grandpa, you are my dear grandpa, you must not be willing to treat me like this, right?"
An Zhenxiong glanced at her and asked, "Are you scared now?"
"Zizi, what big gift package did you give to the elders?" An Lan was confused.
There has been a lot of work going on in the company recently at the end of the year, and the couple has been going out early and coming back late these days. They were completely unaware of the big gift packages An Ci prepared for the elders.
An Zhenxiong answered for her, "Hair tonic and hair dye."
An Lan, "..."
Song Xiunian, "..."
What do their children think of giving this to the elders during the New Year?
An Lan wanted to ask if the elders were mad at the gifts, but then she thought it was unlucky to mention the word "death" during the New Year, so she changed her mind and asked, "Are the elders okay after seeing the gifts?"
An Zhenxiong snorted and laughed, "One or two of them are so angry that their blood pressure is high. What do you think?"
An Lan lowered her head silently, her shoulders shaking, and she smiled unkindly.
An Ci sighed, "Is it really that serious? Aren't the elders' tolerance levels too low?"
After a pause, an idea suddenly occurred to her, "Next time I see the elders, how about I take them on a roller coaster ride?"
An Zhenxiong laughed angrily when he heard this and pinched her face. "Just spare the elders. If you upset the elders, who will help your grandfather?"
Ride a roller coaster?
How dare she think that? She didn't even consider how old the elders were. After this roller coaster ride, they would probably have to go straight to the hospital.
An Xiunian and An Lan smiled at each other, and silently sympathized with the elders in their hearts for a few seconds.
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The other side.
In Villa No. 1, Shen Mo and Eric came over, and Eric and Song Yuan got together to play games.
The two were of similar age and had similar hobbies. After only three or four days, they became familiar with each other.
"Xiaoyuan, stop playing and go paste the window paper-cuts." Liu Wenhui came over with a bunch of festive window paper-cuts, put them on the table, and started assigning them tasks.
This was Eric's first time celebrating Chinese New Year in the capital. He looked at the items on the table and curiously picked up a window decoration with the Chinese character "Fu" on it. "What are these?"
"Window paper-cuts." Song Yuan explained, "They're pasted on doors and windows."
Eric was eager to try, "How do I put it on?"
"I'll teach you." Song Yuan put down the tablet and took him to paste window flowers.
Shen Mo's foot had not healed yet, so he could only sit on the sofa. Old Master Song was teaching him how to play chess.
He listened attentively and learned quickly. Mr. Song felt a sense of accomplishment in teaching him and kept praising him for his intelligence.
Outside, Old Madam Song was watering the flowers in the yard. When she saw Song Xiunian and the others coming back, she put down the watering can.
She walked forward, and An Zhenxiong was just getting out of the car holding An Ci. Old Madam Song smiled and said, "My in-laws are here, come in quickly."
An Zhenxiong nodded at her, the two exchanged a few words, and then walked into the house.
Hearing the movement at the door, Shen Mo turned his head and looked over. Seeing An Ci being held in An Zhenxiong's arms, the scene at the door of the M Continent Hospital emerged in his mind.
He was sitting in the car, and his baby was held by the man in front of him.
"My dear relatives, it's been a long time since we last met. Please sit down and have a cup of hot tea." Old Master Song greeted them.
An Zhenxiong put An Ci down and started chatting with Old Master Song familiarly, with a rare smile on his face.
"It's good that you're here. Why are you bringing more things?" Old Lady Song saw Song Xiunian carrying things in again and again, including wine, tea, various supplements and the like.
An Zhenxiong smiled and said, "Nothing."
As he said that, he looked at Mr. Song and said, "Let's open those bottles of wine tonight and have a couple of drinks."
When Mr. Song heard there was good wine, his eyes lit up, "Great, I won't go home until I'm drunk."
"Grandpa, you can't drink too much." An Ci came over, "And the same goes for Grandpa. Drinking too much is bad for your health."
An Zhenxiong pressed his eyebrows together, his helpless tone revealing a hint of doting, "I know."
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