716: C716 A Special Meeting Gift

C716 A Special Meeting Gift

"Brother, I'm going out to play."

Chuchen turned around and wanted to run.

"Chuchen, have you completed the task Mom gave you? Go out and play again. Be careful that mom finds out and will punish you for a hundred questions."

"Brother, my good brother, you must not tell Mom. I will help you bring back some delicious food. Ling Tong and I have made an appointment. We cannot break the promise."

Chuchen jogged over and hugged Zhiyuan's arm. She shook it as she flirted and begged Zhiyuan not to tell his mother about her going out to play.

Mu Zhiyuan was a guy who spoiled his sister.

After being swayed by Chuchen like this and acting spoiled, he could not take it anymore and raised the white flag to surrender.

"You only know how to play. Your recent results have been declining a little. If you continue to slip, be careful that Mom will help you register for tuition classes." Mu Zhiyuan lightly tapped Chuchen's forehead and said, "You need to go and find Ling Tong. You can go later. Brother will send you there."

Mu Zhiyuan looked at me again and said to Chuchen, "You see, brother has a classmate coming to visit. He is an important guest of our family. You also have to help brother entertain guests. Be obedient and I will send you there later."

Chuchen looked at me and finally nodded in agreement with Zhiyuan's arrangement.

Thus, the three of us entered the room together.

After sitting down, I finally found a chance to give the gift that I carefully prepared to Chuchen.

"What is the gift that Brother Junhao gave me? It's so heavy."

Chuchen received the gift that I prepared for her and her face was full of curiosity.

Even Mu Zhiyuan was very curious. He wanted to know what kind of gift I prepared for Chuchen.

"Open it up and see if you like it or not."

I said with anticipation.

She will definitely be very happy to see the gift that I carefully prepared for her.

Chuchen looked at her brother. After Zhiyuan nodded, she opened the package in front of me. When she saw the thick stack of books, her expression... It was not a surprise, but a shock.

Mu Zhiyuan was stunned.

The dumbstruck look on the siblings' faces made me realize that I had given them the wrong person.

I:... I feel like my ears are hot. They must be red.

"Zhiyuan, I heard you say that your sister really likes designing, so I picked a lot of design books for her." Even if my ears were red, I still calmly explained.

My personality makes me not easily reveal embarrassment.

Chuchen immediately glared at her brother.

Mu Zhiyuan rubbed his head and then touched his nose. He smiled embarrassedly and said to Chuchen, "Chuchen, thank you, Brother Junhao. He is our school grass. Countless girls chased after him and secretly liked him. They gave him gifts. He never accepted or gave any gifts to the girls. You received so many books that he gave you, mm, it's a great honor. "

I:... "

Chuchen's expression was hard to put into words, but her manners made her smile very quickly. She smiled and thanked me. She even flipped through the books in front of me and said that she really liked these books.

I know, she lied.

But she accepted the gift that I gave her.

Those few sets of painting tools, she really likes them.1

I let out a long sigh.

I finally got the right one.

I didn't stay in the Mu Family for long because my relationship with Mu Zhiyuan wasn't that deep back then, even if we were classmates.

My relationship wasn't that deep, so there weren't many topics to talk about. Without any topics to talk about, I wouldn't be able to sit down for a long time.

The first time I saw Chuchen, it ended just like that.

Zhiyuan and his sister sent me out. Chuchen may be young, but... When I was about to leave, she immediately went to prepare a return gift and brought me a lot of things. I didn't want to bring it, but she forced herself to stuff it into my car. She even said that if I didn't accept it, she wouldn't welcome me to come again.

I can only accept the gift she prepared for me.

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