"monitor?"
"Yes, it's a hotel's surveillance footage." She picked up her phone and sent the hotel name and time: "I've sent it to you. It's been a while, so the footage has probably been deleted."
"It's no big deal, I can get it back for you even if you delete it."
Gu Nian looked at the brother and sister's identical black faces and a hint of helplessness flashed in his eyes: "You two are really bored, making your faces look like this one by one."
"Blame your girlfriend, she came up with a terrible idea." Luo Jianxing took out a round mirror from his pocket and looked at his face from left to right: "It seems a little pale."
Luo Shimiao looked at him with disdain when she saw that he carried a mirror with him: "It's your fault, Mom. Why did you have to change the paint? Now we're too ashamed to go out in public."
“You,” Gu Nian put a soup dumpling into her bowl and said indulgently, “you’re good for nothing but passing the buck.”
She smiled at him and playfully stuck out her tongue: "Mind your own business."
The man's dark eyes narrowed, and his tone rose slightly: "Hmm?"
"Take care of me, take care of me, I'll let you take care of me." He backed down in a second.
Luo Jianxing watched the interaction between the two and scoffed, "Look at your pathetic self."
"Don't laugh at me. If it were my beloved concubine, I'm afraid you would kneel down right now."
"Impossible, Manman listens to me completely."
Luo Shimiao: "You're just bragging."
Sun Hao sat quietly eating breakfast, listening to the brother and sister bickering back and forth, a smile appearing in his eyes.
......
After breakfast.
Luo Shimiao went up to the second floor, and came down again after a while, holding a laptop in her right hand and a black coat hanging on her left arm.
He draped his coat over the sofa and placed the laptop in Luo Jianxing's lap: "Send it to me when it's done."
Luo Jianxing crossed his legs casually, his long, slender fingers opening the computer.
The sound of keyboard typing filled the living room, and he finished in less than five minutes.
"I sent you a WeChat message." Luo Jianxing casually tossed his computer aside, his eyes fixed on his sister, his expression not looking good.
Luo Shimiao forwarded the video to Luo Min, and when she looked up, she saw an unusual expression on his face. She blinked.
"Third Brother, what's wrong?"
He grabbed her ear and said angrily, "You're really going to drive me crazy! After something like that happened, you didn't say a word to your family!"
Raising his voice, he said, "You think you're all grown up now! Believe me or not, I'll have Mom send you to a nunnery to practice Buddhism for a while while still keeping your hair!"
Luo Shimiao clasped her hands together, her eyebrows and eyes drooping, like a wronged kitten.
"Third Brother, don't be angry. I know I was wrong. I'll definitely say it next time."
"You want a next time?" He increased the pressure on his hand.
It looks painful, but I didn't actually use much force.
Gu Nian watched with heartache, "A Luo..."
"Shut up!" Luo Jianxing glared at him angrily.
Xiao Lü peeked out from under Gu Nian's coat and whispered, "Xiao Luoluo is so fierce today."
The man shut his mouth and nodded in agreement.
Luo Shimiao tugged at her third brother's clothes and said coquettishly, "At the time, I thought I wasn't hurt much, and I only poked a hole in Ding Gou's thigh, so I ignored it."
"What if that old dog succeeds?"
She patted her chest confidently and said, "Your sister is so smart, there's no chance of anything going wrong."
"Brother, calm down. Getting angry makes you ugly. We've already lost to Gu Nian in height, we can't lose in appearance too."
Upon hearing this, Luo Jianxing immediately released her ear: "Then tell me, is A-Nian more handsome, or am I?"
Without a second thought, she grabbed his arm and said, "Of course, Third Brother is more handsome." Is it okay to go against her feelings just this once?
"Did you hear that? I'm more handsome than you." He looked up at Gu Nian with his dark face, smugly.
Gu Nian pinched the bridge of his nose and said, "Childish."
Luo Shimiao caught a glimpse of the coat draped over the sofa out of the corner of her eye, and a slight smile appeared on her lips: "Third Brother, I have another request."
"Go ahead and say it," he said in a light tone.
The flames on his body disappeared completely, and he returned to his normal appearance.
Did you bring the needle and thread I asked you to bring?
He took a small yellow box out of his coat pocket: "I brought it, but what do you need the needle for?"
"Hehe." Luo Shimiao pulled the coat over, took out the two buttons, and handed them to him: "Help me sew them up, I accidentally tore the buttons off."
Luo Jianxing's face seemed to darken slightly as he reluctantly took out a needle and thread from the small box: "You have hands, can't you sew?"
"That's why I asked you for help, because I don't know how to sew." She took the needle and thread and said, "Although I don't know how to sew, I can thread the needle for you."
The black thread was a bit separated, making it difficult to thread through the needle. She moistened her finger with a little saliva and twisted the separated thread into a single strand.
The black thread passed through the tiny eye of the needle.
Okay.
Luo Jianxing took it, his eyes filled with disgust: "It's all your saliva."
She picked up the small scissors from the box and cut off the part that was covered in saliva: "Is this alright now?"
He held a thin silver needle between his fingers and bent down to sew a button.
Luo Shimiao moved next to Gu Nian and said with a smile, "Does Third Brother have the qualities of a virtuous wife and loving mother?"
"Yes." Seeing his skillful technique, Gu Nian asked curiously, "How does A Luo know how to sew clothes?"
"One year on my mother's birthday, my third brother, in order to make his gift the most unique, embroidered a cross-stitch piece by hand as a birthday present."
He seemed to have thought of something, and raised an eyebrow, saying, "Is it the painting 'Dwelling in the Fuchun Mountains' that hangs in your living room?"
“My darling is so clever. This is it. He spent months embroidering it stitch by stitch. I admire him. If it were me, I would have burned it long ago.”
"It's all about applying knowledge to other situations; sewing clothes is no challenge for this handsome young man."
Without looking up, Luo Jianxing said, "Of all the things you've been muttering about, I like this last sentence the most."
Gu Nian gently stroked Luo Shimiao's wrist with his fingertips, a slow smile playing on his lips: "Luo, I'll give you 100,000 yuan. Will you embroider a 'Along the River During the Qingming Festival' for me?"
"Get lost!" Luo Jianxing had just finished sewing the second button when he crumpled up his coat and threw it at him. "I won't touch that stuff again!"
He shook his head and sighed, "I have money but I can't spend it."
Luo Shimiao opened her fair palm and said with a smile, "Give me the money if you can't spend it all."
"Didn't I give you a supplementary card? Use it however you like."
"I had forgotten about it until you mentioned it. Next time, take my beloved out shopping and let her experience what it feels like to swipe her boyfriend's card."
Luo Jianxing looked down at the table, lost in thought.
Ding-dong, ding-dong, WeChat notification sounds rang out one after another.
She opened WeChat and saw the message her agent had opened.
Luo Min: "Great! With this video, we can give them a good thrashing!"
"We're already preparing the PR copy. Once the video is released, let's see how Ding Gou can still cause trouble in the industry!"
She replied, "Let me know when you post it, and I'll have a 'battle' with him on Weibo."
Luo Min: ""
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