Chapter 312 The Seventh Uncle, the Long-Lost Missing

"Don't be too happy! The taller you grow, the more painful it will be to fall. Be careful when you fall and shatter your bones, hum!" With a cold snort, Cai Surong turned around and left, even ignoring the two pockets of fresh vegetables on the ground.

As a high-quality scholar, Qin Luo felt that it was necessary to remind her.

So Qin Luo pushed open the car door, looked at Cai Surong's back, and said loudly, "Aunt Cai, you forgot about your beef."

Cai Surong stomped at her feet, her expression extremely difficult to see.

What is your beef offal? Your whole family is bullshit!

Cai Surong really wanted to walk away, but she thought that she spent dozens of dollars, so she couldn't just waste it. Thinking about it, she still turned around and returned to the place and picked up her pocket.

"Although it's worthless, it shouldn't be wasted." Cai Surong said with a twitching mouth.

"Well, it's worthless. It's not as expensive as my foot on the accelerator." Qin Luo slammed on the accelerator, and Porsche rushed out.

Only Cai Surong, who was messy in the wind, was left with her offal.

"Wang Junhan, Wang Junhan, why are you so unsatisfactory? It would be great if you were a scholar like Qin Luo." The more Cai Surong thought about it, the darker his face became.

Angrily, he rushed to the building with the beef offal.

"Wang Junhan, you know how to eat and eat all day long. You can't be like Qin Luo. If you don't have half the achievements of others, your mother and I won't fall into this field."

What's going on, Wang Junhan is stunned.

"mom?"

"Don't call me mom? I'm not your mom!" Cai Surong said sharply.

Wang Junhan: ? ? ?

——

Qin family.

When Qin Luo took out the key to open the door of the room, they were stunned by the scene in front of them.

In the small room, there were more than ten men and women sitting.

Seven aunts, eight aunts, and even a seventh uncle who Qin Luo hadn't seen once in more than ten years.

They looked at Qin Luo with burning eyes, with complex expressions on their faces.

what's the situation? Team up for dinner?

Seeing this scene, Qin Luo was slightly stunned, and his mind was a little dazed.

"My son is back, come and help with cooking." At this moment, Fu Xiaowan put out her head from the kitchen and waved to Qin Luo.

Without any hesitation, Qin Luo hurried into the kitchen.

"boom!"

After closing the door, Qin Luo asked curiously, "Mom, why are our relatives here?"

"I have to ask you." Fu Xiaowan paused slightly while cutting vegetables, and looked at Qin Luo with squinting eyes.

Qin Luo: ? ? ?

Did I accidentally make another big news? Should not be ah.

"I didn't do anything?" Qin Luo scratched his head and said.

Hearing Qin Luo's words, Fu Xiaowan's eyes suddenly curled up: "My good son, you didn't do anything, you just learned a little better."

"It looks better."

"Achieving a little higher."

"A little more money."

"..."

Hearing Fu Xiaowan's words, Qin Luo was instantly overwhelmed, saying that she knew her son Mo Ruomu. Qin Luo once thought this sentence was nonsense, but now, Qin Luo believes this sentence.

If nothing else, Fu Xiaowan is the best example.

"Mom, am I really that good?" Qin Luo asked shyly.

"Of course, don't look at whose genes." Fu Xiaowan said proudly with her hands on her hips.

"..."

How come there is a feeling that the front is all paving.

"By the way, Mom, what are they doing here?" Qin Luo asked.