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    Zhuo Weilan thought that the action of slapping the table and getting up was very handsome. Regardless of the pain when his palm hit the table, he insisted on holding his head high and holding himself up in front of Mo Shuang with a confident posture.

    Mo Shuang didn¡¯t like this at all. He locked his eyes on her hand that was patting the table, touched the back of her hand and asked softly, ¡°Does it hurt?¡±

    Zhuo Weilan's bold words and ambitions instantly melted into his concern, which was half as gentle as water.

    "It doesn't hurt." She was discouraged. "Did you hear me?"

    "I heard it. You said you don't need help from others and can do it by yourself." Mo Shuang gently pulled her and coaxed her in a gentle voice, "That's awesome. Can you sit down and talk about your plan?"

    Zhuo Weilan was in such a difficult situation before because she only had ideas but no ability to implement them. When she heard the word "plan", a tangle of thoughts started clamoring in her head again, each one scrambling to add trouble to her.

    She sat down depressedly and let Mo Shuang knead her slightly red fingers and palms. After pondering for a long time, she couldn't sort out the messy thoughts and choked out a useless sentence, "I haven't thought about it yet."

    "Take your time, I have confidence in you." Once Mo Shuang entered the coaxing mode, he couldn't get out.

    Zhuo Weilan snorted, "You don't have to coax me like this."

    "Coaxing?" Mo Shuang chuckled, his eyes wandered between them, there was something invisible in his eyes, "Think about it, what does it look like when I coax someone?"

    Zhuo Weilan looked into Mo Shuang's eyes, and easily met the look in her eyes that looked at people when they were intimate. She felt that if she continued talking, Mo Shuang would have to demonstrate it herself. She bit her lip and pulled her hands away, "It's time to eat, the food is getting cold.  "

    Mo Shuang did not stop her and followed her downstairs.

    The first thing they saw was Mo Qinwen¡¯s schoolbag placed on the sofa.  The time quietly reached six o'clock. Mo Qinwen returned home. She put down her schoolbag and went to help Aunt Fang place the dishes and chopsticks. She moved neatly and neatly. The bowls were arranged at the same intervals and the chopsticks were neat. When she opened the pot lid, she tilted it with experience and did not let it go a bit.  Water leaked onto the table.

    Zhuo Weilan looked a little confused - what day is it today, and why do the Mo family members seem to be hardworking and capable, often doing housework?

    "You performed so well today." She roughly calculated the end of get out of class and praised Mo Qinwen, "I don't leave early, I don't ask for leave, I get home on time and I help with housework Not bad, keep up the good work."

    Mo Qinwen placed the first bowl of soup in front of her.

    Zhuo Weilan was not polite, took a spoonful and blew it to cool down before putting it into his mouth.

    At this moment, Mo Qinwen spoke coldly and called her, "Sister."

    "Ahem!" Zhuo Weilan couldn't taste the deliciousness of the soup, but choked on it.

    Mo Shuang helped caress her back, pinched a tissue to wipe away the soup from the corner of her lips, glanced at Mo Qinwen and said indifferently, "If you have something to say, don't be scary."

    "No, no, no." Zhuo Weilan liked the title of sister very much, and felt that it would be difficult for Mo Qinwen to change her words. She stopped Mo Shuang and encouraged, "Just call me sister, it doesn't matter. Is there something you want to tell me?"

    From the beginning to the end, Mo Qinwen kept a straight face. She had no reaction when calling her sister. She had no reaction when she was scolded by Mo Shuang. When she asked her, she said the business in a calm tone, "There is a parent-teacher conference the day after tomorrow. Do you have any?"  Empty?"

    parent meeting?

    Zhuo Weilan was also called a parent by Teacher Lin. The feeling was far less profound than hearing Mo Qinwen ask herself to attend the parent-teacher meeting. She felt a sense of accomplishment and mission. She put down her spoon and answered seriously, "Yes, what time does it open?"

    "At half past seven in the evening." Mo Qinwen glanced at Mo Shuang, lowered her head and whispered, "I will send you a detailed message."

    Zhuo Weilan looked at Mo Qinwen who wanted to fall into the bowl while eating, and interpreted this behavior as shyness. She had a strange aunty thought of "children are so cute", and couldn't help but smile and nod, "Okay."

    "Eat." Mo Shuang helped her pick out the bones in the bowl, leaving only the meat that was stewed thoroughly and deliciously.

    "Oh" Zhuo Weilan noticed that Mo Shuang was unhappy and gave Mo Shuang a red date.

    Mo Shuang is a typical person who is satisfied with a sweet date, and eats quietly without showing off.

    As soon as the thought came to mind, after Zhuo Weilan heard about the parent-teacher meeting, he put aside the trouble of creating his own brand, and carefully considered the messy details such as what clothes to wear, how early to leave, how to communicate with the teacher, etc.  After a meal, I was confused. When I returned to the room and saw the manuscripts scattered on the table, I finally remembered.

    She jumped out of the daze of brand positioning and looked at it again. She picked up one of the manuscripts and looked at it carefully. No matter how she read it, she was satisfied - the area of ????this brooch was a bit larger and the shape was a bit exaggerated, but it wasHe said, "No."

    Mo Shuang had no choice but to give up.

    Zhuo Weilan deleted Jian Tianlang¡¯s call history and pretended that she had never heard about the dinner. She dragged Mo Shuang out for a walk, styling her hair and buying some clothes in preparation for the parent-teacher meeting.

    She has a baby face, a round face, a small and straight nose, white skin, and soft facial features. She usually likes to wear pink and cute styles, which makes her look tender, and she looks even more tender when she dresses up.

    This time, Zhuo Weilan felt that her style could not control the crowd and had to change. She tied up her hair and wore a dignified and unmistakable simple dress. She did not dare to put on heavy makeup and looked in the mirror with the most serious expression.  .

    Mo Qinwen was sitting in the front seat. He noticed her acting stupidly and clicked his tongue, "Are you going to have a parent-teacher meeting, or are you going to fight? Why are you doing this to your old age?"

    "Shut up." Zhuo Weilan gritted his teeth.

    Mo Shuang said hurriedly, "Just as beautiful."

    Zhuo Weilan snorted, put down the mirror and leaned over to act coquettishly, "I know~"

    Mo Qinwen was fed a mouthful of dog food and turned back silently.

    Zhuo Weilan was in no mood to argue and stared at the scenery outside in a daze.  When she got to the place, she got out of the car and saw other parents approaching. She realized that she was still not mature enough, so she quickly put on a straight face and pretended to be serious.

    Sitting down, she looked at the report card in the upper right corner and was confused for a moment when she saw the serial number "1".

    Is Mo Qinwen¡¯s student number 1?

    As she was thinking about it, a friendly voice greeted her next to her.

    "Are you the parent of classmate Mo Qinwen?"

    Zhuo Weilan said "Yes", turned around and saw that all the polite greetings were stuck on his lips.

    How come this person looks like Mi Qin, the person who decided to invite the designers?

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