Yi Cheng led Qi Qi back to the old house of the Qiao family, and only Wang Zhong, San Li and Simei were left in the house.

The TV was on in the main room. Simei was leaning on one end of the sofa with a pillow behind her and another in her arms. Her legs were on the sofa. Sanli was sitting next to her. There was a fruit basket on the coffee table. There were several fruit baskets.

Plant seasonal fruits.

"Sister, I want to eat cherries!" Simei stretched out her hand directly.

Sanli rolled her eyes at her: "I don't have any hands!"

Simei smiled and acted coquettishly: "My good sister, I am too lazy to move!"

Although Sanli didn't spare her, she was very sincere. She took a few cherries and placed them on Simei's white and tender little hand.

"What is uncle doing in the house?" Simei was eating cherries and her eyes were rolling around.

"She must be writing a manuscript!" She said, picking up the remote control that Simei had placed on the sofa: "Turn down the TV volume, and don't disturb my uncle!"

Simei's big black and white eyes widened, she immediately turned over and put on her slippers, and picked up the fruit basket on the coffee table.

"What do you want to do?" Sanli on the side stopped her before she could make a move.

"I'm going to deliver fruit to my uncle!" Simei walked to the door of the study holding the fruit basket and knocked on the door.

"Come in!" Wang Zhong's voice sounded, and Simei pushed the door open and entered.

As soon as he entered the door, he saw Wang Zhong sitting behind the desk with the lamp on, holding several manuscripts filled with words and looking at them.

"Uncle, eat fruit!"

Wang Zhong turned to look at Simei and motioned for her to put the fruit basket away.

Simei put down the fruit basket and came to Wang Zhong's side: "What are you looking at, uncle?"

"The manuscripts from the magazine were sent over during the day. I will review them again." Wang Zhong turned sideways and looked up and down at Simei, who had her hands behind her back and a smile on her face.

"To show your courtesy for nothing is to be either a traitor or a thief!"

Wang Zhong turned around and looked at the manuscript paper again: "Tell me, what do you want to do again?"

"Brother-in-law, didn't you say that as long as I was admitted to the Shanghai Music Conservatory, there would be a mysterious reward?" Simei smiled and asked curiously: "I have already passed the art exam."

Wang Zhong said calmly: "But the college entrance examination results haven't come down yet, so you haven't passed the exam yet!"

"The questions in this college entrance examination are not difficult. I will definitely pass the exam," Simei said.

"Then wait until you pass the exam."

"Oh, uncle, just tell me what the mysterious reward you are talking about is." Simei started to act coquettishly, walked behind, and pinched Wang Zhong's shoulders skillfully.
Chapter completed!