An Ci got out of bed and stepped barefoot on the carpet, "Auntie Hong, you go and rest for a while, Fugui and I will stay here."
When she mentioned Fugui, she looked around but didn't see any sign of him. "Auntie Hong, where is Fugui?"
Aunt Hong said, "He went to the vegetable garden."
Fugui is already familiar with the manor. He will come back by himself when he has had enough fun, so Aunt Hong is not worried that he will get lost.
An Ci was helpless. As soon as she came back, she started thinking about the chicks and geese in her vegetable garden.
"Forget it, let it play." She turned around and lay back on the bed, pulled her coat, and took out her cell phone from inside.
It's the middle of the night in the capital now, and everyone at home has gone to bed. I'd better call them tomorrow.
Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Aunt Hong helping her pack things in her suitcase, so An Ci put down his phone and went over to help.
Aunt Hong picked up a blue sweater, looking a little puzzled, "Young Master, this sweater is not yours, right?"
An Ci pushed the luggage bag containing homework aside and turned to look at the sweater in her hand. The loose size was obviously not hers.
She suddenly thought of something and slapped her forehead, "Uh... I got the wrong one, this one belongs to Shen Mo."
When her mother bought her clothes for the New Year, she also bought some for Shen Mo. They were the same style and color, but the size was different. She didn't pay attention when she was packing her luggage, so she just grabbed something and stuffed it into the suitcase. She didn't expect to take his piece.
Aunt Hong chuckled and took a hanger to hang up Shen Mo's blue sweater.
Speak of Cao Cao and he will appear.
An Ci was talking about his sweater when Shen Mo sent her a message.
She picked up her phone and clicked into the chat interface with him.
[Shen Mo: Are we there yet?]
[Shen Mo: ???]
An Ci was too lazy to type, so he sent a voice message directly. His voice was filled with a smile that she didn't even notice. "Here we are. It's past two o'clock. Why aren't you asleep yet?"
The other party is still typing.
[Shen Mo: I slept too much in the afternoon.]
An Ci remembered the sweater that was hung in her closet and continued to send him a voice message: "I took the wrong clothes."
On the other end of the phone, Shen Mo had already moved back to Villa No. 3 and was now lying on his own bed.
In the dim light, An Ci's soft and tender voice rang out, echoing in his room. Shen Mo suddenly felt that she had not left yet.
He still replied her immediately: [Which one? ]
An Ci was twisting the cap on a juice bottle when she heard her phone chime. She immediately picked up the phone and put it to her lips: "It's the blue sweater my mom bought us each for Chinese New Year."
After listening to her voice, Shen Mo raised his lips slightly and typed quickly: [It's okay, I'll leave it with you.]
An Ci glanced at the time and urged him to go to bed: "Go to bed quickly, I'm going to eat, and we'll talk tomorrow."
Two seconds later, she put the phone close to her mouth again, "Good night, brother."
Shen Mo replied with a "OK", then saved her last voice message and played it over and over again.
…
It has been two days since I returned to the manor, and the elders have not submitted their homework. An Ci has not taken the initiative to mention it, and has been taking Fugui out to play all day.
It was not until the third day that the elders seemed to finally remember her and sent someone to take away the large bag of papers.
As a result, she was called to An Zhenxiong's office the next day. As soon as she entered, she saw seven elders sitting on the sofa, with her grandfather sitting in the first seat.
The scene looked like a trial by three judges.
An Ci noticed the luggage bag containing the test papers on the table and guessed why she was called here.
She walked in calmly, greeted the elders one by one, and finally looked at An Zhenxiong, pretending to be stupid and asked, "Grandpa, what do you want to talk to me about?"
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