Xiaomai wanted to take his wife out with him. Before leaving, he told Momo:

"My father and I are not at home, so you have to study hard at home. If you have any questions, there are so many brothers and sisters at home. You can ask them. If you really can't read the textbooks, you can just find a few historical novels to read."

Mo Mo agreed absentmindedly.

Who wants to read when you can play ball?

"Don't worry, third brother, I will take care of you." Lan Shu assured him, patting his chest.

"Well, please give it to you." Mai Mai condescendingly rubbed Lan Shu's head.

"If you touch your head all the time, you won't grow taller." Mo Mo protested on behalf of his younger brother.

"Really?" Lan Shu covered his head.

"To coax a child." Mo Mo grabbed his hand and rubbed his head hard.

"Ha. You're just a kid."

"Let's go, let's go. If there is a conflict, you guys have a fight." Before leaving, Xiaomai left behind such an irresponsible encouragement.

Mo Mo is having a fight at home, but he can't actually fight. It's better to play volleyball, it's easier to gather people.

When Lan Ze left, he took with him the most combat-effective personal security team.

The remaining peripheral security personnel basically rely on equipment to complete their work. Who has the leisure to take off work and fight during working hours?

There are three generations of grandparents in the family.

The most powerful ancestors are not at home. Lanze and Uncle Jiang are not in any particular order... Wei Yaoxing is actually pretty good. He learned it specifically for self-defense in his early years and has never failed to exercise. But he has always loved peace and does not stir up trouble.

Not afraid of trouble. There are three people left, Mr. Wang had his liver cut, Uncle Zheng had a belly, Dr. Chen... He often saw bones and seemed to maintain good physical fitness, but that was all.

The grandsons of the old guy are flowers that should be cherished and cherished.

In the middle generation, Xiaomai and Xiaoxiao went out with their father. It was said that An An, who was a bit vicious, did not come home at all. Xiaomin is a spirited person who becomes more and more courageous as he fights... Others are weak chickens.

"Brother, please touch me again! I won't grow taller!"

Mo Mo glanced at the weak chicken Lan Shu.

"Huh...? You don't grow taller anyway."

Lan Shu's hair is extremely smooth and feels great when rubbed.

If you pet Little Hei, the dog's hair will explode. If you pet your younger brother...

"You're still touching me, you're still touching me!" The younger brother was furious.

Mo Mo discovered that Lan Shu's children were very funny to play with.

After all, it was Xiaomai who taught him... He indirectly learned Kung Fu from his grandfather. It was worth teasing him to death.

Lan Shu's fingers were slender and nimble. He was usually a versatile young man with a high-end personality. This young man's figure was a bit slimmer. But that was not the case when it came to fighting.

The room they lived in was full of valuable equipment. Lanshu's children used the terrain to dodge around, which was not easy to deal with.

"You look as fragile as a little girl." Mo Mo couldn't do anything to him for a while. "Do you dare to get punched?"

"You're a little girl." Lan Shu walked around to the little brother and, under the cover of the room full of debris, lightly tapped his calf bone with his heel. It didn't hurt much, but it hurt a little.

"Hiss--don't let me catch you!"

"You are just a little girl. You have long flowing hair and you look like a beauty when you put on a skirt. Zhang Lanyue is a beauty!" Lan Shu shouted at the top of his lungs.

"Hey, shut up!"

"Zhang Lanyue is a great beauty!" Lan Shu opened the window and shouted.

"Shut up! Did you hear me?" Mo Mo was really angry.

This time he didn't hold back any more. If he caught Lan Shu, he would beat him up.

Lan Shu didn't hold back any more. His strength suddenly became stronger and his counterattack became more ferocious.

The two people were so furious that they couldn't wait to take the stairs, so they climbed out of the second floor window and landed on the edge of the flower garden, fighting back and forth.

My brothers and sisters came downstairs to play ball. They all gathered around to watch the two of them fight.

At first, everyone wanted to try to start a fight. Mo Mo didn't care who was surrounding him and kicked him a few times, knocking everyone away.

Lan Shu pulled out a simple red brick from the edge of the flower bed.

Snap! Split into two halves with one palm. The broken bricks flew out.

Lan Shu raised his eyes and looked around. Following his gaze, his brothers and sisters stepped back one after another.

He squinted his eyes and stared at the little brother. He threw away half of the bricks in his hand, and a wrong-step combination flashed behind Mo Mo and pounced on him.

"oh--!"

"This is real skill!"

Those who watched the excitement did not mind the trouble and gathered around them to cheer.

These two are having a lively fight, who has the ability to keep them apart? Those who can keep them apart are not at home.

Everyone can only choose to continue watching the fun and cheering for them.

Fortunately, they broke up the fight and the rhythm developed towards a friendly discussion.

Lan Xuning held the crying baby in his arms and stood far away. When the child saw his uncle fighting, his eyes widened and he stopped crying.

Xiaoxie and a group of quiet girls finally came down from upstairs. Gungun followed behind to accompany his elders and also appeared.

Xiaoxie ran at the front: "Okay! You haven't made enough trouble yet!"

"Lan Xuning! Wei Mozhang!" Xiaoxie called by name, "Pull them away!"

Lan Xuning was still struggling with the child in his arms, but Mo Mo stopped first.

Xiaomin was called by his sister, and he hesitated and was about to step forward. Lan Shu had already retreated in front of him.

"Hey. Not bad." Mo Mo was quite satisfied with his little brother's fighting ability.

"Wear a skirt and apologize to me."

"What?"

"Zhang Lanyue, you are a beautiful girl." Lan Shu twisted his waist twice while continuing to back away. He used an exaggerated childlike posture and squirmed away.

"..." Mo Mo watched him slip away, feeling very ashamed.

Before he could clearly see the situation in front of him, Xiao Xie began to train others.

"Lan Mo, what happened to you today? You are the elder brother! Why did you fight with your younger brother? What happened to you two? Did Lan Shu make a mistake?..."

Lan Xiaoxie's title of eldest sister is definitely not because of her age.

"No...no...we were just joking..." Mo Mo looked back at the direction Lan Shu was running, and suddenly felt that he should catch up just now.

If you catch up, you can continue to beat your brother. Lan Shu has given you the reason. It is justified.

Xiaoxie lectured him and turned to Lan Xuning: "Brother Ning! You are here and don't care about them. What's the use of being so big!"

"I...just..." Brother Ning had nothing to say.

The crying baby in his arms did not fight, but suddenly his aunt became so fierce again that she cried "Wow--".

"Uh... you can take care of the child." Xiao Xie was embarrassed. "Baby, be good~ Dad will correct his mistakes when he knows they are wrong, and he is still a great dad!"

So she turned around and looked for Xiaomin: "Wei Mozhang, stop right here!"

Xiaomin trembled.

"It's fun to watch the fight, isn't it?"

"Yes...yes."

Mr. Wang looked around and smiled with satisfaction at his children and grandchildren. That was called kindness.

Mo Mo felt that the second master seemed to be hinting to him to leave as soon as possible.

He looked up at the second floor window. It seemed unrealistic to go back to his room from here. The main reason was that there was too much movement in front of everyone.

He leaned against the flower bed and ducked behind others. Now the focus of attention was no longer on him, but on Lan Xiaoxiexun's younger brother.

Mo Mo turned a corner smoothly and saw the restaurant. After being active for a long time, she happened to go in to get something to drink.

Lan Shu appeared from the kitchen window: "Brother, come on, I made soy milk. Didn't you drink milk and have diarrhea? Dad said it's good to drink more of this."

The straight line between the two points was the shortest. Mo Mo was too lazy to take a detour from the restaurant and went directly through the small window.

"I want more sugar."

"It's an order."

The soy milk had only been boiled for a while. Lan Shu washed the fruits to make a fruit plate, and Mo Mo sat aside and watched him cut the fruits.

"I knew it! You're hiding here!" Gungun appeared outside the small window and smiled happily at Lan Shu.

The window was too high, so Gungun tried to look inside, but in the end he could only put his arms on the window sill and speak like this:

"I didn't expect you to know martial arts, so you can teach me how to do it?"

Lan Shu blinked and calmly refused: "This is a boy's skill. I'm afraid you won't be able to practice it."

"Where in the world can such a thing exist?" Gungun asked. He did not deny that he "couldn't practice it".

Mo Mo also felt that Lan Shu was lying. However, he was busy eating cut fruits and had no time to express his opinion.

"You can ask Third Brother!" Lan Shu bared his teeth and smiled very happily. "My Three Legged Cat Kungfu was taught to me by Third Brother. My practice is far less authentic than Third Brother's."
Chapter completed!