In Huiyuan Community, Chu Qingman rang the doorbell.

When the child heard the doorbell, he rushed to the door and opened the door. When he saw Chu Qingman holding Nuannuan, his small eyes widened.

"Liang Anshun, have you opened the door for strangers?"

"No, mom, it's my sister here!" Liang Anshun, seven-year-old, replied, unable to move his eyes on his sister's little face.

Liu Jiali hurried to the door when she heard her son's words, and first slapped her son's head: "Didn't you call me aunt?! You don't even call my sister's mother?"

Liang Anshun was shot by his mother, and his little forehead woke up, but he hid behind his mother first.

"What are you doing?" Liu Jiali looked at her son's strange reaction and was amused and laughed.

Chu Qingman held his daughter's little hand a little embarrassed.

"Come in and sit in. He makes me so embarrassed. I didn't expect that he would be shy!" Liu Jiali was about to follow her son and blush, touched her ploppy chest, and looked at the Nuannuan beside Chu Qingman, "Your daughter looks better than in the photo. Oh my god, don't say he is shy, I'm shy."

Chu Qingman smiled and said, "No, don't praise her."

When the door opened, Liu Jiali invited the mother and daughter to the living room and told her son: "Don't you please put cartoons for your sister."

Liang Anshun, who was hiding behind her mother, whispered: "Mom, ask your sister what she likes to watch, what I will put for her."

"You ask yourself, what are you doing shyly? You just want to pick up girls?" Liu Jiali pushed her son away and walked to the kitchen to pour water for her old classmate.

Liang Anshun stood in the corner of the living room, looking at Nuannuan with his little eyes, turning his head away, covering his eyes with his two little hands, and secretly looking at his sister who was like a doll in the gap between his fingers, his face turned red.

Liu Jiali, who came out with a water cup, said to Chu Qingman: "Your daughter's hair looks like you, dense, black, curly, like--"

"Snow White." Liang Anshun said before her mother.

Liu Jiali glared at her son: "Don't you come up and say it yourself? Didn't you speak out?"

My sister is super cute. Her fat baby face is red in the egg white, like a big peach, making people want to eat it. Her hair is long, curly and black, and her clear big eyes seem to be able to speak.

This sister seems to have come out of a fairy tale book, she is so beautiful that she doesn't look like a child in reality. It seems that if she touches her, her dreams will shatter.

Liang Anshun's heart was beating: I really want to make friends with my beautiful little sister.

There was no choice but to help her son, so Liu Jiali had to help her take out the cake she bought for her sister, and took it out of the refrigerator for Nuannuan and Chu Qingman to cut it: "Cherry chocolate flavor, I don't know if your daughter likes it."

"Say thank you aunt." Chu Qingman taught his daughter.

Nuannuan took the cake slices sent by her aunt and followed her mother's words to her mouth: "Thank you, aunt."

"This voice, come on, your daughter's voice is so sweet!" Liu Jiali shouted.

My sister's voice was so sweet, even sweeter than the cake he bought for her. Liang Anshun squatted on the ground, covering her face with her little hands and couldn't get up.

"It's over, your daughter's future is amazing. See what my son is now fascinated by her." Liu Jiali shook her head and smiled at Nuannuan again, "Nuannuan, if you want to be your aunt's daughter-in-law in the future, Auntie agrees 100%!"

Chu Qingman sprayed out a mouthful of water, took out a tissue and wiped his mouth quickly.

"Your daughter, all boys should like her. She looks down on me, a cowardly son. Does she have a brother she likes?" Liu Jiali said this while not seeing her shy son.

"have."

"Is there any?" Liang Anshun jumped up, his little hands stopped covering his face, and he looked nervous.

Chu Qingman smiled embarrassedly: "I just found out that she was fascinated by that genius violinist brother."

"Are you talking about Mu Suye?" Liu Jiali raised her eyebrows at her son.

Liang Anshun collapsed with small hands on his chest: "What's the point of him? He won't buy cakes for his sister like me."

Nuannuan looked down at the slices of the cake in her little hand, and thought about the familiar face of the little brother on the TV.

"I'm going to go to the company later. Their personnel department asked me to come and see them today. Nuannuan stays with you first. I'll come back to pick her up after I finish my work." Chu Qingman discussed with his old classmate.

"No problem." Liu Jiali agreed readily, "My son is so happy. Nuannuan is willing to stay here for the rest of her life."

Chu Qingman turned around and said to her daughter, "I will play with my aunt and brother. My mother will come back after going to the company. Do you know if you want to listen to my aunt here?"

"I know, mom." Nuannuan nodded to her mother.

Seeing that the time was about the same, Chu Qingman stood up and left his old classmate's house.

Mom left and Nuannuan sat obediently at her aunt's house.

Thinking that this girl is beautiful and obedient, Liu Jiali likes it very much: "Nuannuan, come and tell my aunt what cartoon she wants to watch."

"Auntie, I want to see the one yesterday-" Nuannuan's little fingers touched her hair tangledly, "Brother on TV-"

Liang Anshun fell to the ground with his head raised: he finally saw his sister, but his sister's heart was snatched away by another brother~

After walking out of the community where my old classmate lives, Chu Qingman took a taxi to the most prosperous center of the city center in order to hurry up.

The big city is full of neon lights, and the streets are full of large electronic posters.

The beautiful photos of major stars rolled on the surface of tall buildings.

Pedestrians on the road raised their heads, and the most popular superstars appeared on the poster.

What won today was a portrait of a seven-year-old boy.

He was wearing a white lace shirt on his upper body and black trousers on his lower body. He looked like a little adult. He put a violin on his shoulders. Ten white and tender little fingers were flying on the strings and bows of the violin. He was unruly, talented, free and easy, and intoxicated by passers-by.

Liang Zhu, a world-famous violin music in the East, was perfectly performed by a seven-year-old boy.

Her little face wearing sunglasses is blurry, noble and mysterious.

Chu Qingman found that she had been standing under the electronic poster for a long time. She just got off the car and raised her head, but was attracted by the other party inadvertently. After coming back to her senses, she remembered her daughter at home: My daughter is so obsessed with this little brother, and she looks like her mother, and she is still fascinated by her.

What she didn't think of was that she rushed all the way to the company building where she was newly hired. As soon as she entered the door, she heard two employees say:

"Our boss's son is more famous than the boss, and he is all on the world's headlines."

"I didn't expect that our boss's son is a genius violinist!"

Is the seven-year-old genius violinist Mu Suye actually the boss's son?

Chu Qingman was shocked.

"Chu Qingman?" The counter staff on the first floor verified her ID card information.

"Yes, the Human Resources Department asked me to come."
Chapter completed!