At around nine o'clock in the evening, the elders were ready to say goodbye and leave.

But before Cui Suling left, she thought about it and went to Xu Youyu's bedroom.

When Xu Youyu, who was typing, turned his head in confusion and saw his mother sitting by the bed and waved to her.

"What's wrong?" Xu Youyu stood up and sat down next to Cui Suling, "The face is so serious."

"Where is serious? I'm telling you seriously."

"What's the matter?" Xu Youyu asked strangely. Could it be that the gift given to Xixi was seen by my mother?

Probably not.

But just when Xu Youyu was thinking so, Cui Suling stretched out her hand and took Xu Youyu's hand to her palm.

He patted a few times and said earnestly:

"You are growing up now, and you still have to tell you about some things."

"Just say it just right." Xu Youyu said helplessly, "Do you, mom, are you actually the daughter of a certain group? You just elope to marry your dad. Now the chairman of the group is gone, you are the only heir, right?"

"Have you written too much novel?" Cui Suling looked at her daughter speechlessly, "I've said something all day long."

"Then you say it quickly." Xu Youyu urged, "I still have to write."

"Aren't I talking about it? You suddenly interrupted." Cui Suling said angrily, "The atmosphere that has finally been brewing is gone."

"Ah, please tell me, I won't interrupt you."

"Then don't talk." Cui Suling said angrily.

Xu Youyu finally calmed down.

Cui Suling also took a few deep breaths, relieved her mood, and then continued the topic just now and continued:

"You're not young anymore-"

"I'm still young-." Xu Youyu murmured in a low voice.

But when Cui Suling glared at him, Xu Youyu quickly said, covering his mouth with his other hand, signaling his mother to continue.

Cui Suling withdrew her glare and finally continued, "A girl who reaches this age will have a partner in the future, she will more or less come into contact with that kind of thing."

"You were in high school before and didn't fall in love, so your parents didn't tell you much about this."

"But after reading the novel you wrote before, your dad and I actually know it, you know it very well in private."

After hearing this, the Akime Mountain Car God Xu Youyu could naturally understand what his mother was talking about.

But Xu Youyu, who usually treats driving as the norm, still feels embarrassed when facing his mother talking about such things.

In particular, Cui Suling also talked about the book she wrote!

Xu Youyu subconsciously clenched his fists, feeling that his soul of death was rekindled.

But the next second, Xu Youyu felt his palms chill and found that Cui Suling stuffed something into her hand.

When he looked down, Xu Youyu was shocked.

"You can take this thing, it's best to carry it with you in the future." Cui Suling coughed, obviously a little embarrassed, "I see that what you wrote in your novel is very good and you should know how to use it, so I won't teach you."

"If you really want to go with the boy you like in the future - remember to use it."

"This is the bottom line, and you cannot give in."

Xu Youyu looked down at the things in his hand. He was in his ears with his mother's sincere teachings. She felt her ears had a fever and her heart was pounding.

Oops ~

Mom, please stop talking, okay?

What's enough for you to give?

I bought a whole box for Xixi.

Xu Youyu's cheeks turned red, and he even secretly complained in his heart.

After Cui Suling finished speaking, she gave a few more words of advice, then patted Xu Youyu's hand and stood up and left.

"Mom won't doubt anything, right?" Xu Youyu sent Cui Suling away, holding this small square piece in his hand, and couldn't help but mutter, "But I haven't even started yet."

So, Xu Youyu planned to put this thing in place.

But after thinking about it, I didn't know where to put it, so I just stuffed it into my pajama pocket, thinking of tearing it apart while taking a shower and taking a look.

Although she wrote about this thing in the novel, she really never saw it, and she didn't know what it was like.

Thinking of this, Xu Youyu was re-entered in typing, and even forgot that there was something like this in his pajama pocket.

When it was past 11 o'clock in the evening, Xu Youyu finished writing and taking a shower, he came to Li Luo's bedroom door in his pajamas.

Without even knocking on the door, she pushed the door straight into it and saw two good sisters lying on the bed.

Li Luo was still sitting in front of the computer and typing on the keyboard.

Now he not only needs to maintain the updated manuscript of "I Really Not a Star", but also needs to prepare for the new book. He is indeed busier than before.

Seeing Xu Youyu come in after taking a shower, Li Luo finished typing tonight's typing work, stretched his waist in his seat, and prepared to go to bed.

As a result, just as Li Luo lay on the bed with his sisters on the stairs, and his right hand was still stooping into Sister Youyu's arms.

It happened that Ying Chanxi changed his position slightly in his arms. Li Luo's hand slipped out of Xu Youyu's arms and touched something that seemed to have a plastic touch on the bed.

He reached out and grabbed his hand in confusion, and looked outside the quilt. Li Luo looked carefully in the dim room where the lights had turned off, and asked strangely: "What's this? Who of you fell on the bed?"

"Hmm?" Ying Chanxi leaned closer and looked, because it was too dark and couldn't see what it was.

Xu Youyu also lay on Ying Chanxi's shoulder, and after being touched by Li Luo for a long time, his eyes were a little confused.

Only Yan Zhusheng still kept his smart mind, took out his cell phone, and helped illuminate his vision.

Next second.

Ying Chanxi's face changed.

Li Luo's expression also became strange, Yan Zhusheng showed a curious expression.

As for Xu Youyu, "Huh? Xixi, isn't this my birthday gift I gave you? Why did you bring it to bed?" Xu Youyu's face was still lustful and his heart was beating and poured dirty water on his good sisters.

When Ying Chanxi heard this, he noticed Li Luo's expression again. His face turned red in an instant and he waved his hands repeatedly: "No, it's impossible for me! I've hidden it in the drawer of my own bedroom! It's impossible for me to appear on the bed!"

"No--" Li Luo's face was quite wonderful at this time, a little amused and irritated, "Do you really have it?"

"I, I——." Ying Chanxi couldn't speak for a moment, but when she looked at the thing in Li Luo's hand again, she suddenly felt something was wrong, "Wait———”

"What's wrong?" Li Luo asked in confusion.

"This is not mine." Ying Chanxi took the small square piece in Li Luo's hand and then said, "What the senior sister gave me is not from this brand. The color and logo on it are different, so it is definitely not mine."

"It's not mine, either." Yan Zhusheng shook his head, "So what is this?"

"Don't ask too much, my husband." Li Luo pressed Yan Zhusheng's head back, and then looked at Gao Xu Youyu with a little smile, "Sister Youyu, I just felt wet on the bed behind Xixi."

"If it's not Xixi, then it's yours?"

"If you can buy this for Xixi as a birthday gift, that doesn't that mean-"

"I don't know!" Xu Youyu looked like he was about to be exposed, so he immediately activated the magic method of pretending to be dead and buried his head in the quilt, "Sleep! Stop quarrel!"

Li Luo looked at Xu Youyu like this and was also a smile, but he had no intention of continuing to get entangled.

On the contrary, Ying Chanxi was a little reluctant and beat Xu Youyu through the bed: "Senior sister, you are so evil. You framed me just now."

"Aa, go to bed." Li Luo hugged Ying Chanxi again, but he didn't know how to carry the thing in his hand. "Sister Yu, don't you take it back?"

"Oh, you're amateur, this thing is not mine." Xu Youyu was still stubborn.

"So what is wet?" Yaqi's baby Yan Zhusheng was still thirsty for studying.

"Cough-You have seen the husband of Sister Yu said that you should be familiar with this." Li Luo coughed, then leaned into Shiyan Zhusheng's ear and quietly said to Ya.

Soon, Yan Zhusheng's husband's face showed a sudden enlightenment.

Then Ya stretched out her hand and took the small square piece in Li Luo's hand.

"I remembered it." Yan Zhusheng said seriously, "This is what I have no intention of falling on the bed."

After saying that, Ya took this thing seriously.
Chapter completed!