Grandma's smile faded and she said seriously:
"If she gets spoiled in the future, you can't say anything bad about her!" This sentence can be regarded as a preventive measure for Si Ze in advance.
"Grandma, don't worry." Si Ze lowered his head and looked at the little person in his arms, his eyes full of tenderness: "I can spoil her and tolerate her."
He had a wicked thought in his heart that he should spoil her, so that he would be the only one who could tolerate her and no one would compete with him for her.
"Okay," grandma smiled with satisfaction and turned back to the kitchen.
"Si Ze, do you really think so?" Yan Mo raised his head and looked at the man who was protecting him. An unspeakable emotion spread in his heart: "What if you spoil me like a child?"
Yan Mo discovered that she was really becoming more and more like an ignorant three-year-old child in front of him. For a while, she would secretly restrain herself, but when faced with his endless doting, she could no longer restrain herself and slowly revealed her true side in front of her. The more this happened, the more she feared in her heart that, as her grandma said, one day in the future, he would say that he didn't like her like this. What should she do then?
"Silly girl." Si Ze flicked his fingers on her head. "As long as it's you, no matter what you become, I like you."
"Hit me again." Yan Mo was furious. He pushed him away and turned away, ignoring him.
Si Ze walked up to her, bent down slightly to meet her gaze, and asked knowingly, "Are you angry?"
"Hmph." Yan Mo raised his chin and ignored him.
"How about you come back too?" Si Ze leaned his head closer to Yan Mo and said lovingly.
If you let her bounce back, she won't be polite.
Yan Mo stretched out his hand and was about to shoot it down when he suddenly withdrew his hand.
"Momo, can't bear to leave?" The smile on Si Ze's face became even more intense.
"Just take it as it is!" Yan Mo did not deny it, a cunning light flashed in his eyes.
Si Ze was moved and was about to reach out to hug her when she pulled his hand and began to drag him into the house. He didn't know what she was going to do, so he instinctively cooperated with her and went into the inner room. He was the only one who cared about her, so why should he be afraid of what she might do? He thought without fear.
She pulled him into a room filled with junk and dark inside.
"Little girl, this is your grandpa's house." Si Ze reminded.
Yan Mo did not speak, but had a strange smile on his face. He only saw her approaching him step by step.
Si Ze thought Yan Mo wanted to force him to hand in his homework, so he immediately explained:
"Momo, I didn't do anything last night. If you want to check, let's go somewhere else."
This was his first official visit to her grandfather's house, so he couldn't do anything rash.
Yan Mo shook his head: "No need to change, this is just right."
As she spoke, she suddenly approached Si Ze, stopped half a meter in front of him, and took out a floral apron from somewhere, the same as her grandfather's, and handed it to him.
Seeing that it was not what he thought, he breathed a sigh of relief and looked at the thing in her hand, saying warily:
"Momo, what is this for?"
"Didn't you say you were going to help pick oranges?" Yan Mo weighed the apron in his hand and said, "Okay, put it on!" After saying that, he stuffed the floral apron and headscarf into Si Ze's hands.
Si Ze looked down at the item in his hand, stunned on the spot, looking at Yan Mo in disbelief. What did she say? She wanted him to wear this? He was the president of Zhenghong Group, there was no way he could wear this. He quickly threw the apron aside as if he had received a hot potato.
Yan Mo ignored him for the time being and began to change her clothes. She first divided her hair that was draped over her shoulders into two braids, which were popular in the 1970s and 1980s. She tied a headscarf on her head and an apron around her body. The headscarf and apron were the same as those given to Si Ze, and they were both embroidered with gorgeous plum blossoms.
Dressed like this, she seemed even more innocent and lovely, like a female college student in the early days of the revolution. She touched his heart and made him mesmerized, forgetting what he was facing at the moment.
"Does it look good?" Yan Mo asked tenderly with a blushing face, smiling as brightly as a flower.
Si Ze answered truthfully: "Silently, very beautiful."
"So..." Yan Mo looked at him meaningfully and encouraged him, "My husband is so handsome, he will definitely charm everyone if he puts on that."
As she spoke, she had already picked up the apron he had thrown aside and walked towards him.
"I'll just wear the clothes I have on," Si Ze's mouth twitched and he immediately refused.
Yan Mo frowned: "The clothes will be scratched."
There are many sharp thorns on the orange trees, which can easily scratch clothes. This is also why people here wear aprons and headscarves. If his clothes were scratched, even if her grandfather sold all the orange orchards with more than ten seedlings, he would not be able to afford the compensation. It would not be worth it! There is no need.
"I don't care. It's impossible for me to wear this. I would rather not wear clothes than wear the so-called apron in your hand." Si Ze said righteously, turning his head to look at the door behind him, feeling an urge to escape.
"You don't care, I do..."
“…”
Half a quarter of an hour later,
Yan Mo walked out of the utility room with a triumphant smile on his face and shouted towards the utility room: "Come out!"
There was no movement in the utility room. Yan Mo raised her eyebrows and waited for a while, but there was still no movement. When she was about to pull someone out, she saw Si Ze wearing a floral apron, cloth shoes, and a headscarf that almost covered his entire face. He walked out of the utility room three steps back, as if the ambitious oath she had just made had nothing to do with him.
Seeing Si Ze like this, Yan Mo tried hard to suppress his laughter, returned to the utility room, took out a pair of bamboo baskets and a shoulder pole, and said:
"Let's go!"
"Should I go change it back?" Si Ze felt very awkward.
"No need to change." Yan Mo turned his head to look at Si Ze, and reached out to remove the headscarf covering his face. "You're quite handsome, no need to cover it. Besides, there are only old people in the village, no one will know you."
"Besides, nowadays when I see those male celebrities shooting magazine covers, some of them are wearing these flowery clothes. They are so handsome, and there are so many women who like them."
"I don't want others to like me." Si Ze said stiffly.
Yan Mo turned to look at him, touched his chin, nodded and said seriously: "Anyway, I think you are quite handsome like this."
"real."
Hearing this, Si Ze's resistance slowly began to relax. When he lowered his head to look at the apron on his body, it didn't seem so glaring anymore, and he seemed to accept it.
"Of course. It's truer than gold."
At this moment, grandma happened to walk out of the kitchen and saw Yan Mo and Si Ze dressed up. She was surprised and said:
"What if you guys pick oranges?"
"Yeah."
Grandma was about to say something when Yan Mo pointed at Si Ze and said, "Si Ze said he had never seen oranges picked before and wanted to experience it."
"Oh, I see!" Grandma shifted her gaze to Si Ze.
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