But after all, it was a gift from Yan Zhusheng. It would be a bit rude and disrespectful to ask Li Luo to replace it directly.

However, Li Luo looked at her expression, looked at the gifts on the bed, and sighed helplessly.

Recalling that when he walked out of the community in the morning and saw Yan Zhusheng obediently waiting at the door of the community, Li Luo suddenly felt troubled.

Finally, he simply took off the glove on his right hand, then picked up the glove that Ying Chanxi gave him, unpacked it, and put one on his right hand.

"Is this okay?" Li Luo raised his hands and shook them.

Ying Chanxi looked at what he was doing and didn't know whether he was angry or funny. She couldn't help but rolled her eyes at him: "Do I still have to thank you?"

"That's not necessary." Li Luo put the two extra gloves into his pocket, and then tidied up the gifts on the bed, "I should thank you for buying me so many gifts.

It’s so touching that I almost shed tears.”

"Where are the tears? Let me see if you shed one." Ying Chanxi snorted and glanced at the glove on his right hand, feeling reluctantly satisfied.

"I'm just going to be polite to you. What's our relationship, right?" Li Luo packed up the gifts.

I put the souvenirs in the box for storage, put the watch on directly, changed into a new pair of socks, and tried on the sneakers, they fit perfectly.

As for those sets of summer clothes, just put them in the closet first and wait until summer arrives.

After cleaning up, Li Luo opened the French chocolate that Ying Chanxi bought for him, broke off two pieces, ate one piece for himself, and gave one piece to Ying Chanxi.

“It tastes really good.”

“As long as it’s delicious.”

Ying Chanxi watched Li Luo eating her chocolate, wearing one of her gloves and watch on her hands, and wearing the socks and sneakers she gave her on her feet.

Next to it were the down jacket she bought for Li Luo and the scarf she knitted by herself.

Looking around, Ying Chanxi suddenly burst out with a bright smile, feeling very happy.

Then, her eyes fell on Li Luo's desk, and she muttered: "The mouse seems to be still old?"

"What did you say?"

"It's nothing." Ying Chanxi shook his head quickly, "You can continue coding, I'm reading a novel."

…

In the evening, when meal time was approaching, Lin Xiuhong knocked on the bedroom door. When she opened the door and was about to speak, Li Luo, who was at the desk, raised her index finger towards her and hissed.

"Xixi is sleeping, please keep your voice down."

"Oh." Lin Xiuhong glanced at Ying Chanxi, who was sleeping soundly on Li Luo's bed, and suddenly laughed, "I'm going to make dinner. I'll go out to eat later."

"Oh." When Li Luo heard this, he stopped typing on the keyboard, got up and walked out of the bedroom, closing the door gently, "Let me give you a hand."

"You write your book, I am enough." Lin Xiuhong waved her hand.

If this had happened before, if Li Luo had been idle at home, Lin Xiuhong would have caught her peeling garlic in the kitchen.

Now that Li Luo can make a lot of money by writing books, and after ranking among the best in school, Lin Xiuhong has never taken the initiative to ask Li Luo to help in the kitchen. It was Li Luo who took the initiative, and Lin Xiuhong had to decline.

"Okay, okay, isn't Xixi sleeping? She usually gives you a hand, so I'll do it today." Li Luo pushed his mother's shoulders and walked towards the kitchen, "And the sound of my keyboard is relatively loud.

Noisy, I'm afraid it will disturb her sleep."

Qing Zhu is good at everything, but his voice is a bit torturous to others.

Especially when sleeping.

So after discovering that Ying Chanxi was asleep, Li Luo immediately unplugged the keyboard and used the keyboard that came with the laptop instead.

But the difference in feel between the front and back was too big, which made Li Luo feel a little bit numb.

At this moment, Lin Xiuhong came over, and Li Luo came out for some air.

In the living room, Li Guohong and Ying Zhicheng had been chatting all afternoon.

The two of them usually met less often, but they had a great time chatting this time. They didn't know what could be so easy to talk about.

However, the relationship between Dad and Uncle Ying is very pure.

One works in a breakfast shop every day, and the other shuttles between high-rise buildings all day long, but they can maintain the brotherhood they had when they were young.

It's really rare.

Of course, according to Li Luo's understanding, Ying Zhicheng should now be the president of Huayue Film and Television Company, and belongs to the category of high-level part-time workers.

Of course he does not own the company.

Li Luo checked it out during his free time and found that Huayue Film and Television Company can be traced back to the Qianjiang Provincial Television Station in the last century.

Later, after the wave of privatization, some people from the TV station went out to work alone and established Huayue Film and Television with the support of resources from the TV station.

In his early years, Ying Zhicheng was part of the TV station staff, but later followed the leadership above and left, slowly working his way through Huayue Film and Television to reach his current position.

The company's shares must still belong to the founders and subsequent investors.

At most, Ying Zhicheng has some stakes and can enjoy certain dividend rights. He is still appointed by the board of directors.

But even so, with his status, he must have an income of millions a year. If some hidden income is also included, he will be a diamond king with assets of over ten million.

He maintains a good posture and a good personality. It can be seen from Ying Chanxi's appearance that Ying Zhicheng was also a handsome guy when he was young. Now that he is middle-aged, he looks more and more attractive, even better than Lao Li.

The potbelly is much better.

It is no wonder that Yuan Wanqing fell.

When Li Luo pushed his mother into the kitchen, he glanced at Ying Zhicheng subconsciously, and many things suddenly came to his mind.

Speaking of Uncle Ying's actions...does it count as an unspoken rule for female artists under his own banner?

Oh~

Li Luo couldn't help laughing when he thought about it.

I never thought that I would have a day where I could observe first-hand clues about entertainment industry gossip at close range.

And the people involved themselves are quite familiar with it.

Ying Zhicheng, who was sitting on the sofa, also noticed the look in Li Luo's eyes and thought that the boy was still thinking about the fact that he accidentally exposed him.

Little did he know that Ying Zhicheng's own little secret had already been guessed by Li Luo.

I just don’t know when Uncle Ying will have a showdown with Ying Chanxi.

According to the timeline of the previous life, this matter would have to wait until Ying Chanxi went to college?

Probably because he was worried that it would affect Ying Chanxi's studies.

With Li Luo thinking this way, he did not reveal his plans to Ying Chanxi in advance.

After all, it was Ying Zhicheng's family matter, and it was not for him to meddle in it.

Moreover, I didn't know the specific situation in my previous life, nor did I know what Ying Chanxi thought of her father's second marriage.

At least judging from Li Luo's contact with Yan Zhusheng in his previous life, it's possible that Zhusheng was a bit repulsive about this matter?

Otherwise, he wouldn't have worked at Yan Zhusheng's place for more than half a year, and he had never seen Yuan Wanqing even once.

When he thought of this, Li Luo became more and more cautious about this matter, thinking that it would be better to keep it secret.

"What are you thinking about? Take off your gloves." Lin Xiuhong entered the kitchen and started preparing dinner, greeting Li Luo who was thinking in a daze.

"Oh." Li Luo came to his senses and quickly took off his gloves.

But Lin Xiuhong on the side was also sharp-eyed and asked with a strange face: "Why do your gloves look different?"

"Doesn't this make me look rich?" Li Luo joked, "I'll buy two pairs of gloves and use one and throw away the other."

"What about your watch?" Lin Xiuhong glanced at him suspiciously, then lowered her head and saw that he was wearing shoes, "These sneakers are also new? When did you buy them?"

"Okay, it's all a gift from Xixi." Li Luo had to admit, "This glove was a gift from Yan Zhusheng."

"..." Lin Xiuhong looked at her son with a speechless face, and couldn't help but complain, "Why do you accept gifts from girls all day long? Remember to return gifts, do you understand?"

"I know." Li Luo put his gloves into his pocket and started to help wash and choose vegetables, "Cut me into several portions and send them out."

When Lin Xiuhong heard this, she immediately spat: "I've been talking nonsense all day long."
Chapter completed!