After the Marriage Cancellation, She Becomes a True Ancestor

At noon that day, all four dishes and one soup were eaten clean.

There is not a grain of rice left in the back kitchen.

In the afternoon, Bo Yicheng went back to school for class, his mind was still a little distracted.

Bo Yimo has passed the interview, so she doesn't have to go to school in the afternoon.

The mother and daughter nestled on the sofa and played black and white games.

The person on the other side couldn't believe it. In the game, the second most popular person was a sixth-grade elementary school student who had just graduated.

I can't even believe that the number one is the second mother.

In the middle, when Lin Zhan went online, Su Ye was about to invite him, but Lin Zhan went offline again in seconds.

Lin Zhan was half busy at the company and went to the next door to find his wife to make out.

The two spent a long time in the rest room, and Lin Zhan said that he was playing a game to be handsome in front of his wife.

As a result, who knew that Su Ye and her daughter were both there as soon as she went online.

With this mother and daughter around, how can he still be handsome?

Go offline now.

After school in the evening, Bo Yicheng went back to the Bo family compound on his bicycle.

The crisp bicycle bell rang all the way.

Bo Yimo went out to welcome her, and the siblings entered the room together.

They ate too much at noon, and it wasn't Su who was cooking at night, so neither brother nor sister ate.

Bo Yicheng said that he would tutor Bo Yimo in chemistry and physics.

They are all new courses that are added after junior high school.

Of course, Bo Yimo would rather listen to her brother than listen to the teacher.

Entering her brother's study room, her brother's chair was high, and Bao Yimo sat on it with her two thin and long calves not touching the ground.

Bo Yicheng thoughtfully helped her adjust the height, and then pulled a chair to sit beside her.

Pick up a pen and start writing questions in the notebook.

Bo Yimo fixed her eyes on her brother's desk.

His desk is clean,

It is completely different from Bao Yimo's house.

There is a long row of books on the bookshelf, from "The Three-Body Problem", "Devil Physics"... to "Gravity Waves".

None of them are brain-burning.

The most important thing is that the size of all the books is quite strictly the same, and any book that protrudes a little bit in height and width cannot enter his bookshelf.

The butler knocked on the door and brought in a plate of freshly washed cherry tomatoes.

The expression is very kind: "Young Master, Miss, eat some cherry tomatoes and supplement vitamins."

The Bo family has not been so prosperous and lively for many years.

It happened that Bo Yicheng wrote a few questions.

He took the fruit plate and put the notebook with the title in front of his sister: "Do it and try."

"Yes," Bo Yimo leaned on her chin with one hand while reviewing the question, and twirled a pen with the tip of the other finger.

Her hands are quite small, but she can already see the slender and beautiful hand shape, and the fingertips move very lightly. The pen seems to be alive, from top to bottom, and from bottom to top on her fingertips.

After about a minute, I started writing on the notebook.

The questions that Bo Yicheng asked were of course not as common as those that would appear in ordinary junior high school textbooks.

If the brothers and sisters go on like this, they don't know how much technology that can subvert the times will be mastered in the future.

His eyes fell on the notebook.

My brother's handwriting is heroic and fair.

My younger sister's handwriting danced like crazy snakes.

...

"Finished?" Bo Yicheng handed her the plate of small cherry tomatoes, and replaced the notebook.

Bao Yimo lowered her head, and the next second, she narrowed her eyes.

It's no wonder that when she was doing the question just now, she kept seeing her brother tap the plate from the corner of her eye.

Right now, there are dozens of small cherry tomatoes on the whole plate, arranged one by one, from the outside to the inside, circle after circle.

Neat and well-proportioned.

Bo Yimo: "..."

What kind of performance art is this?

What she didn't know was that her brother's extreme rigor, stubbornness, and self-discipline even surpassed that of her father.

Seeing her staring straight at the cherry tomato in his hand, Bo Yicheng smiled warmly: "Eat some."

Bo Yimo stretched out her small cat-like pink tongue to lick the corners of her lips, casually squeezed out two pieces from the middle and threw them into her small mouth together, biting them through, the sour and sweet juice overflowed between her teeth in an instant.

Delicious.

Looking at his younger sister's expression, Bo Yicheng couldn't help but smile, but when he lowered his head and noticed the plate, his smile suddenly froze.

After being taken two from the middle by my sister, the entire plate of cherry tomatoes that were firmly arranged was all messed up.

Bo Yicheng's forehead was dripping with sweat...

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The summer vacation is over, and Yali Middle School begins.

Regardless of top class and ordinary class, all students are randomly assigned to classes.

Just over half a month after the start of school, Bo Yimo, the first in her grade, has become a celebrity in Yali Middle School by virtue of her outstanding appearance.

Countless senior boys whistled at her after school.

But Bo Yicheng took his sister to and from school every day, so those boys had no chance to do anything.

Of course, there are other obstacles...

First grade (6) class.

Zhang Mao came back from the office with a thick stack of Chinese homework.

As soon as he reached the door, he was stopped by three tall and handsome senior boys.

"You, Bo Yimo, are at the same table?"

With the thick stack of homework books on his chin, Zhang Mao pushed his glasses with a chubby hand, and said bravely, "I am."

There was an evil smile on the corner of the senior boy's lips, as if he was laughing at Zhang Mao's sparse head.

The one in the lead took a bag of delicious fast food from the younger brother's hand, handed it to Zhang Mao, and raised his eyebrows at him: "Tell you at the same table, it was delivered by Feng Bing, class 2, third grade, and I went to the fast food restaurant in person." Queued up to buy it for her!"

When he said this, the boy's tone sounded domineering and shy...

Zhang Mao nodded very sensiblely: "Okay, don't worry, I will tell her."

The senior boys nodded in satisfaction, hung the fast food on the little fat man's fingers holding the homework, and they walked away.

Taking advantage of his small head, Zhang Mao glanced around the corner, making sure he couldn’t see the pedestrian, and then quickly glanced at his deskmate who was still sleeping with his arm on his head and a hat on from the back door, and quickly put the homework back on his desk , and then ran to the corner where no one was holding the bag of fast food.

Squatting in the corner, eating up the fast food in two or three bites.

Throwing the remaining courier bag into the trash can, wiping the criminal evidence from the corners of his mouth, he finally took out the cold sour plum soup health drink he bought for Bo Yimo from his trouser pocket.

After being here for a month, Zhang Mao has already gotten used to it.

Anyone who wants to send something to Bo Yimo, no matter if it's breakfast or dessert, will be cut off by him!

Bo Yimo can only eat what he buys.

Besides, these fast foods are not nutritious at all, and eating too much can cause acne easily!

"Oh, I bought you a drink for your tablemate again? It's so precious that you are my tablemate, but I wonder if they can take a fancy to you?"

A particularly uncomfortable sound came from around the corner.

A second later, a pretty but slightly vulgar girl with a small pink hairpin appeared from behind the wall.

Zhang Mao: "Qi Wanyao, I just like being nice to her! Are you meddling in my own business?"

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