Song Anhe saw her so absent that she stretched out her hand over her mouth. "Oh, I’m just kidding."
"…" Song Anqiao stunned and lowered his eyes and looked at himself and looked at her sister. "You are beautiful because of your sister."
Song anqiao didn’t think much about her. At the moment, she looked at herself and observed a few more times. Her sister would be pleasing to the eye if she wore glasses, but she was like a housewife who stayed at home all day and was slovenly.
Day by day, she naturally looks like a servant.
Song Anhe took off his coat and put it on the hanger, which was extremely elegant. Like the hostess, he took the slippers and changed them naturally.
Looking at her a series of movements, Song Anqiao blinked and always felt that her sister was strange and couldn’t get along.
Song Anhe changed and smiled gently. "Jojo, what’s wrong with you?"
"Elder sister, you …" Song Anqiao frowned. "You have changed."
Now Song Anhe doesn’t look like she woke up at the beginning, and her words and deeds all reveal such a feeling of being a lady.
"Is it bad to change?" Song Anhe eyebrows asked Song Anqiao.
Song Anqiao pursed his lips and nodded. "Good, good."
Whether it’s good or not is that Song Anqiao feels that her sister’s behavior is unnatural and false now.
And why did she feel alienated from her sister Song Anhe after she became an elegant woman?
The old lady’s building saw Song Anhe’s "Xiaohe coming"
Song Anhe saw the old lady nodded slightly. "Grandma, how are you recently?"
She hasn’t been here for a week, but when she came in, she felt as if she were her own home.
Song Anhe is very sure that this feeling is different from that in her mother’s place. Here, she is enjoying and relaxing, and everything feels that this Luhai villa should belong to her.
The old lady looked at Song Anhe suspiciously. "Xiaohe, are you okay?"
People who haven’t seen this girl for a week have become enthusiastic and lively.
"It’s okay, grandma." Song Anhe helped the old lady to sit on the sofa in the living room with her before she left. "Grandma, I recently learned a massage with my mother. Let me press it for you."
"New learning?" The old lady frowned and refused unhappily. "You’d better not press it with me."
"Grandma?" Song Anhe was a little confused with a little coquetry "What?"
The old lady beat her shoulder and said nothing.
It’s so easy to understand that I didn’t know she was still massaging her?
Song anqiao listened and explained to her sister, "Old people will be more fragile in terms of bones when they reach a certain age. If they are new students, don’t give them a push."
"Big Jojo knows Grandma." The old lady nodded with a smile.
Song Anhe sat on the side and smiled thoughtfully. "So that’s it. I’m sorry, grandma. I tried to wake up soon, and many things were not as good as Jojo."
The old lady suddenly felt that her words just now hurt Song Anhe’s heart. Yeah, she slept for ten years before she woke up and didn’t understand.
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Thinking of this, the old lady patted Song Anhe on the back of her hand. "It’s okay. Grandma doesn’t blame you for not understanding and then you can learn."
Song Anhe raised his eyes. "Well, grandma, I will definitely study hard."
Song anqiao looked at their corners of the mouth and smiled slightly. When she saw that her sister could blend in with the environment, she really felt her heart.
Half an hour later, Song Anqiao made a sweet cake and a black forest cake.
End to the living room Song An Qiao Che personally took a piece of "Sister, try it" for her sister.
Song Anhe sat gracefully and leaned slightly, took the cake, took a sip with a small knife and fork, and frowned slightly, as if the cake was not delicious.
The old lady ate a cake specially made for her by Song Anqiao, and said, "Big Qiao Qiao is sweet and grandma likes it best."
Song Anqiao said, "Grandma, you praised me for not doing anything, but you said it was delicious."
"But it’s delicious," the old lady said in a tone.
Song Anhe frowned. "Yes, Jojo, you are delicious."