Luo Jianxing wrapped his arms around Li Man from behind and whispered, "Manman, don't sleep with her. She's a restless sleeper and will keep you up all night."
"Tch~" Luo Shimiao scoffed, "It's not like you'll behave just because I sleep with you."
Looking at Luo Luo who was listening attentively, Gu Nian said, "Let's stop this topic here. If you keep talking, Luo Luo will learn some strange words again."
Luo Luo stuck out two index fingers to cover her ears: "I don't want to hear it, I don't want to hear it."
“You’re just as cunning as your father, full of schemes and tricks. Who knows which young man will be in trouble in the future?” Luo Shimiao said as they walked.
Luo Jianxing: "Big brother might be watching the live stream. If you say bad things about him, he'll settle all the old and new scores with you when we get back."
"It's okay, I have something on him, he won't dare to do anything to me."
"Then I'm relieved. Otherwise, if my older brother beats you up, Dad will have another fit." A cryptic glint flashed in Luo Jianxing's eyes.
"My brother's skills in hitting and cursing are not as deep as this little stream; he could never be my match."
He put his arm around Li Man's shoulder, looked at the long shadow on the ground, and said, "That's right, Big Brother looks imposing, but he's actually easy to bully. What do you have on him?"
"He used me to get close to..."
A deep male voice, tinged with amusement, interrupted her: "Miaomiao, you've said too much."
Luo Shimiao realized what was happening and quickly walked over to him, strangling him with a belt: "Luo Jianxing, you're despicable! You actually tricked me into telling you something!"
"Can't you just stick to your aloof and taciturn persona? I don't think we can be brothers anymore." Luo Jianxing was furious, almost ready to dig it out.
"My beloved concubine, stay as far away from this treacherous and despicable man as possible."
Li Man freed the man from being strangled, put her arm around his waist, and slowly said, "I just like this kind of thing."
"This sisterhood can't continue either," she sighed softly.
Meanwhile, in a room in Kyoto,
Qin Shanshan raised the phone she was holding between her fingers and looked at the man beside her who looked uneasy: "Who are you using Miaomiao to get close to?"
"Shanshan, you can't believe Miaomiao. She's a master storyteller; eleven out of ten of her stories are lies."
"Really? Then look me in the eye and say it again."
Luo Ziliang took her phone away, rolled over and pinned her down, his deep eyes meeting a pair of bright, autumn-water-like eyes.
"The night is long, let me tell you in detail."
After speaking, his handsome thin lips covered his crimson lips.
"Ugh..." Qin Shanshan tried to push the man off her with her hand, she always used this trick!
Her slender wrist was grasped by a large, cold, white hand and gently pressed onto the warm orange sheets.
......
The two groups met at the intersection.
Yao Bin picked up the cake in his hand and said, "There's one cake left. Are you short one cake over there?"
Luo Shimiao thought back for a moment, then slowly shook his head: "Nothing is missing."
"Why is there one extra? Did Grandma Xiaojun count an extra household?"
"I understand." Lai Meiqi patted her thigh: "Grandma Xiaojun should include her family as well, so there's one more person in the list."
Luo Luo pointed at the cake and said, "Brother Niannian, I want to eat cake."
Ask your aunt.
"Auntie~" she said, pinching a heart shape with her fingers and blinking her cute big eyes in a coquettish manner.
Luo Shimiao swung the belt in his hand and said, "Spicy strips or cake, choose one."
"cake."
"Okay, then if you eat cake, you can't keep asking for spicy snacks."
"Mmm." She nestled in Gu Nian's arms, pointing at the whip waving in the air: "Auntie is going to hit me, I'm scared."
Luo Shimiao stopped rotating his wrist, and the belt fell vertically. He folded the belt up and held it in his hand: "Don't spread rumors. I can't bear the charge of child abuse."
Lai Meiqi covered her mouth and laughed, "A clever and quirky little expert at tricking her mother-in-law."
......
After everyone returned to the guesthouse and washed up in their rooms, they gathered in the living room.
"Director Zheng, what games are we playing tonight?" Lai Meiqi leaned back on the sofa, fiddling with the face mask on her face.
"If we don't play games, we'll just chat for a bit, and the stream will end at midnight."
Luo Shimiao sat cross-legged, the wide brim of his hat covering most of his face, and inside his fluffy pajamas was a sleeping baby.
"Is it true that older people tend to sleep less?"
The man who had been lounging in the recliner sat up, a goose-feather-white blanket falling onto his lap. Zheng Xiaopeng pointed to his chest and said, "I'm only 40! I called you down here mainly to have you summarize the pros and cons of the guesthouse. I think you've gotten a little too cocky."
Thinking of his attire when he returned, Yao Bin couldn't help but say, "I think we're still quite sober, but you don't seem to be here for work."
"Dressed in a long white robe, holding a folding fan, reciting poetry while gazing at the moon in the courtyard, he exudes a certain... "
"Doesn't it give you the feeling of a reclusive sage?" His round, mature face showed excitement: "The cool moon hangs high on the branches, and a man in a long robe under the osmanthus tree contemplates life under the moon. The beauty of that scene is beyond words."
“Uh…” Yao Bin paused, then, seeing his round, protruding belly, said, “Yes, yes, yes, if you lose some belly fat, the effect of wearing a wig will be even better.”
Luo Shimiao wasn't afraid of offending him and bluntly shattered his illusions: "What kind of reclusive master are you? You have a kind of beauty that doesn't care about the lives of others."
"Luo Shimiao, you should just donate your mouth if you don't want it anymore, it's as poisonous as arsenic."
Lai Meiqi looked at the director, who was red-faced and furious, and said, "Director Zheng, you are the most refined man I have ever met in your age group. Take the blanket you are wearing, for example, very few people can keep it so clean."
“Look at Meiqi. When you open your mouth at the same time, why does she make people feel comfortable when she speaks? Speaking is an art. You should learn more from Meiqi.”
"Director Zheng, please let me finish what I have to say."
He lay down, looking at her with kind eyes: "If there's anything else you want to say to praise me, just say it."
Lai Meiqi's eyes flickered, and she tugged at the corner of her mouth: "I think Shi Miao is right. Please don't recite poetry in the courtyard at night next time. That mournful voice makes me think it's a vengeful ghost abandoned by its lover and refusing to be reincarnated."
“We were quite startled when we came back; Yao Bin almost threw the cake away.”
Zheng Xiaopeng's expression fell, and he looked at the three of them with a mournful gaze: "None of them have anything to say that is pleasing to the ear." He pulled the blanket over his head and lay there motionless.
The three of them looked at each other and smiled.
While they were reviewing the guesthouse, two people were sitting on the hanging basket vines in the courtyard, their bodies pressed tightly together.
Luo Jianxing placed his left hand on Li Man's lower back and his right hand on the back of her head, gently kissing her.
The moon in the sky hides behind the clouds, secretly watching the lovers entwined on the ground.
"Alo, my hands are cold, can I put them in your warmest spot?"
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