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Gu Yanze came to the desk and continued to read the book. He occasionally looked at it and saw the little Heiya who was surprised at his bookshelf.

Hearing the sound of the pages turning, Mo Xiaomi turned her head and realized that Gu Yanze had already had a meal. She was stunned here, and he didn't say anything. Perhaps he didn't hate her.

"You've finished eating, then I'll go down." Mo Xiaomi walked to the dining table, packed up the dishes and prepared to leave.

Gu Yanze was stunned for a moment, and then said, "If you want to read a book, you can come and borrow it."

Is this a book for her to read?

I never expected the rich to be so proactive!

She really wanted to borrow those classics to read, but... but she is only in the second grade and doesn't even recognize Chinese characters. What classics are you reading?

In order not to reveal the truth, Mo Xiaomi scratched her head and said a little timidly: "I am only in the second grade and I don't know many words. I was so surprised to see so many books just now."

Instead of speaking, Gu Yanze turned his wheelchair and bent down from the bookshelf of ancient history, took out three small picture albums from the lower floor, and placed them on the desk: "You should understand this!"

Oh my, little painting book, "Railway Guerrillas".

A story with the characteristics of the times, and children like it.

Mo Xiaomi is also a child now, so naturally he likes it too.

"Can I take it home to read it?" Mo Xiaomi asked. My mother was at home and she couldn't read books here all the time.

"Yes." Gu Yanze nodded, then his eyes fell on the book, he was about to read the book.

Seeing that Gu Yanze was reluctant to speak, Mo Xiaomi was even more reluctant to pay attention to her, so she took three small painting books and left with a plate.

When we arrived downstairs, my grandfather had already returned and brought Dr. Xiong.

Because Gu Yanze is in poor health, he often goes to see Dr. Xiong for treatment, so Dr. Xiong and Butler Zhou have a good relationship. I heard Mo Xiangshan say that Butler Zhou is sick, so he came over with a medicine box in person and took a look and prevented Gu Yanze from catching a cold.

"Grandpa, my little brother has eaten." Mo Xiaomi said crisply, "It's just that Grandpa Zhou is sweating after drinking ginger soup and has not had lunch."

Dr. Xiong smiled and said, "Xiaomi is great. After your Grandpa Zhou drank the ginger soup, he sweated and he would be mostly healed at night."

"It was my grandfather who asked me to do this, and I don't understand either." Mo Xiaomi said modestly, "There is something in the kitchen, I'm going to work."

Mo Xiaomi wanted to pack up quickly and read the painting book.

Mr. Zhou was also very happy when he heard Dr. Xiong's words. After sweating in the quilt, he felt more comfortable and said, "By the way, the rice I bought today has been raining now, so I probably can't eat it anymore. Brother Mo said that there are also big jars and big jars in the kitchen. You can do it yourself."

"Okay, I'll do it now." Mo Xiangshan said, "Brother Xiong stayed to help, and have a drink tonight."

"Haha, I'll forget it." Dr. Xiong said, "I'm going to the clinic. It's raining now, and the children and the elderly are prone to illness. If someone goes to see a doctor and I'm not here, will it delay the condition? Besides, you are good at brewing wine. When Brother Zhou gets well, let's find time to drink a cup."

"That's fine, you go and do it." Mo Xiangshan said, "Be careful on the road."

After Doctor Xiong left, Mo Xiaomi packed the kitchen and prepared to go home with a painting notebook, saying, "Grandpa, I've been out for a long time and I want to go home to see my mother."
Chapter completed!