Chapter 62 Don't Go Out
Zhang Jingsen felt like the sky had fallen.
He invited his sister out to play, but was met with a ruthless rejection.
My younger sister is both well-behaved and adorable, but her words are always incredibly hurtful.
He was just a five or six-year-old boy, and his eyes immediately welled up with tears: "I...I..."
Zhang Jingsen pursed his lips, tried to hold back, but couldn't help it and burst into tears.
Zhang Jingshu was also stunned. Startled awake by her younger brother's crying, she hurriedly took out a handkerchief to wipe his tears: "Sen Sen, don't cry."
"I... my sister..." Zhang Jingsen sobbed, "My sister hates me! Waaah—"
"Hey, she doesn't hate you."
"She won't play with me, boohoo—"
Zhang Jingshu choked: "This...this..."
Lou Hongjian was also somewhat surprised.
You know, their little girl has always been very outgoing and friendly.
She is always cheerful and easy to talk to, and she never refuses anyone's requests.
He asked Mao Mao to be his muse, and even if she wanted to go out and play, she would obediently sit in her spot for an entire afternoon. When she groomed the old lady's big white cat, she would carefully comb it from head to tail.
Why did she refuse to go out with Zhang Jingsen?
This is the first time I've seen Mao Mao dislike someone... Hmm? No, wait?
Lou Hongjian suddenly remembered that the last time Mao Mao disliked someone was the young master Feng who almost swindled him out of 300,000 yuan.
Did I run into a scammer this time too?
Lou Hongjian narrowed his eyes warily, sizing up the little boy in front of him. He was five or six years old, not very tall, and had been crying with tears and snot streaming down his face. He didn't seem very bright.
What danger could there be in a little boy like him?
He looked down at the little girl hiding behind him: "Mao Mao?"
Mao Mao clung tightly to his clothes: "Brother, don't go play."
"If you don't want to go, then you don't want to go." Lou Hongjian patted her head and said casually, "If you don't like Young Master Zhang, we won't play with him anymore."
Upon hearing this, Zhang Jingsen burst into tears and cried even louder.
His wails echoed through the sky, tears streaming down his face like a spray bottle. Zhang Jingshu couldn't even wipe them away in time, and could only offer futile words of comfort: "No, Mao Mao didn't mean that..."
"Waaaaah, sister, waaaaah, little sister hates me—waaaaah—"
Zhang Jingshu cried out in a flurry, "Sen Sen, don't cry, Sen Sen..."
Mao Mao hid behind her brother, cautiously peeking out to peek at him.
Perhaps it was because his crying was so pitiful and pathetic that Mao Mao whispered, "We can play again later."
Lou Hongjian raised an eyebrow: "Mao Mao?"
"R-really?" Zhang Jingsen's crying subsided slightly, and he asked through hiccups, "Sister, don't you hate me?"
Mao Mao blinked: "Brother, I don't dislike you."
Zhang Jingsen sobbed, "Then I'll take you to play..."
Mao Mao: "No."
Zhang Jingsen: "..."
Zhang Jingsen opened her mouth wide: "Waaaaahh ...
Zhang Jingshu's head was spinning from his crying; her mind was buzzing, surrounded by his sobs.
Lou Hongjian, standing to the side, was thinking of something else entirely.
Even though you don't dislike the other person, why do you refuse to go out with them?
Is it possible in the future? But not now?
Lou Hongjian's eyelids twitched.
His younger sister is a lucky charm, incredibly fortunate, and has an exceptionally keen sixth sense. He has personally witnessed her helping others avoid several disasters despite her saying something was wrong.
Now that Mao Mao is acting strangely, he immediately recalled the things that happened before.
Last time, Mao Mao refused to go near the dance floor, thus avoiding the disaster of the falling crystal chandelier.
Was Zhang Jingsen in any danger when he went out today?
Lou Hongjian spoke up: "Miss Zhang."
Zhang Jingshu was frantically trying to comfort her younger brother when she casually replied, "What?"
Do you remember when the chandelier fell down at your birthday party?
"Of course I remember."
"Do you remember when Mao Mao held me back and wouldn't let me go?"
Zhang Jingshu was taken aback, and her expression immediately turned serious.
Of course she remembers.
She was there at the time and witnessed firsthand Mao Mao's mysterious premonition.
She was a smart woman, and immediately anticipated more based on Lou Hongjian's words, her hand on her brother's face suddenly tightening.
Zhang Jingsen cried out, tears welling in her eyes as she looked up, her face contorted in a pitiful state: "Sister, it hurts so much when you pinch me..."
But Zhang Jingshu couldn't care less about that at the moment. She quickly turned around, looked at Mao Mao, and asked anxiously, "Mao Mao, do you have a premonition that something is going to happen?"
"Sister, what?" Mao Mao looked at her blankly.
Zhang Jingshu asked anxiously, "Is Sen Sen about to encounter some danger?"
"hold head high?"
Mao Mao's round little face was full of confusion as she stared blankly at her.
"Mao Mao doesn't know."
"Then..." Zhang Jingshu thought for a moment and changed her question, "Then let's not bring Sen Sen, just the two of us go and play, okay?"
Mao Mao happily exclaimed, "Okay!"
Zhang Jingsen: "Waaah—"
Zhang Jingshu said nervously, "I'm taking Sen Sen out..."
Before she could finish speaking, Mao Mao had already started shaking her little head, almost turning it into a rattle: "Sister, don't take him, no."
Zhang Jingsen: "Waaaaah—"
Zhang Jingshu took a deep breath and slowly exhaled, her expression gradually becoming serious.
The thought that her only brother was about to be in danger filled her with anxiety.
Not long ago, the Zhang family narrowly escaped a conspiracy and carried out a major purge of their employees and servants. Could there be some undiscovered danger that is about to befall her brother?
She was a materialist and shouldn't have believed in such a strange premonition, but she had already witnessed it with her own eyes and even benefited from Little Lucky Star's influence.
It's better to be wrong once than to miss out once.
Zhang Jingshu finally asked, "Then can I let Sen Sen stay at home?"
Mao Mao nodded, "Okay, okay."
Zhang Jingshu felt relieved.
Although she didn't know what dangers might occur, she felt safe staying at home.
Zhang Jingshu made a decision immediately and instructed the driver: "Take Sen Sen home. He is not allowed to go out today."
Zhang Jingsen was dumbfounded: "Sister, aren't we going to see a movie?"
"We still want to see a movie." Zhang Jingshu took out two movie tickets from her handbag and looked at Mao Mao with a smile: "Mao Mao, how about I take you to see a movie?"
Mao Mao nodded and said, "Okay, okay!"
Zhang Jingsen was stunned: "Then, what about me?"
"We'll go see, you go home."
Zhang Jingshu took the little girl's hand and walked out affectionately, leaving her younger brother's calls behind.
What younger brother?
My little brother is nowhere near as cute as my little sister!
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