"Did I win too much?"

Before dinner, Jiang Qiuyi took Chen Wen back to the bedroom and took out a dozen red banknotes in his pocket. He blinked in embarrassment and didn't know what to do with it.

In the afternoon, I was invited by my grandfather Chen Song to play mahjong. Chen Shu and her aunt accompanied me. Chen Wen stayed by the side and watched helplessly as she was so lucky that she often played several games in a row.

Throughout the afternoon, the other three people didn't win many games, and Jiang Qiu won alone.

"Just treat it as a red envelope. Don't you really want a red envelope?" Chen Wen took out an empty red envelope from the drawer, stuffed the money into it, and pressed it into Jiang Qiuyi's palm, "Here, Happy New Year."

Jiang Qiuyi rolled her eyes at him, "You are the only smart one."

After carefully putting away the red envelope, Jiang Qiu asked Chen Wen to hold the camera with a roll of his eyes, then pulled him out of the bedroom, found Chen Wen's niece and sister-in-law, and took out the red envelope he had prepared in advance.

Chen Wen understood what she meant, turned on the camera, and started recording.

At this moment, my little niece was crawling and playing on the sofa. The girl next to her was squatting on the coffee table. When she saw her little niece reaching out towards her, she seemed to be falling off the sofa. She quickly jumped on the sofa and lay down obediently in front of her little niece.

, let it touch it casually.

"What's your niece's name?" Jiang Qiuyi turned to look at Chen Wen and asked for help.

"Chen Xi, the dawn of dawn."

"Oh, Xixi." Jiang Qiuyi turned around and realized the difference between Chen Xi and Chen Xi. She immediately squatted next to the sofa with a red envelope in hand and asked with a smile on her face, "Xixi~ sister prepared a red envelope for you.

Do you want it?"

"I am her uncle, she should call you aunt or aunt."

"You're the aunt!" Jiang Qiuyi squatted on the floor, pushed him aside with her head, and shook the red envelope in her hand towards Chen Xi who was on the sofa, "Does Xixi want it?"

"Yes~" Chen Xi, who was not much bigger than Youzhong, immediately raised his little hand, blinked his big eyes, and took the red envelope into his arms. The cat in front of him was no longer fragrant.

He turned his head warily, realizing that the servant dared to compete with him for favor. He immediately became unhappy and tipped his head under Chen Xi's hand, gesturing for her to continue touching it.

"You're like a licking dog, you have the guts." Jiang Qiu hated the iron, so she held it down and pinched it hard twice to get rid of the addiction.

The sister-in-law next to her sat over, hugged Chen Xi and said softly: "What should we say when we receive the red envelope?"

Chen Xi held the red envelope in her two fleshy hands and looked at Jiang Qiuyi. At her mother's reminder, she said in a sweet voice: "Crab, crab, crab~"

"What the hell red envelope?!" Ding Zeyu next to him had just come out of the bedroom and saw the scene of underground trading. He rushed to Jiang Qiuyi, licked his face and asked, "Auntie! My good aunt~my

Where’s the red envelope?”

"Don't worry, don't worry, I have your share, how could my aunt forget it?" Jiang Qiuyi looked at him with a smile, took out a red envelope from his arms, and patted it in his hand.

Seeing his aunt's expression, Ding Zeyu felt a chill down his spine for no reason. The next second, he accidentally caught a glimpse of the camera in his uncle's hand from the corner of his eye, and immediately felt something bad!

"Wait!" Ding Zeyu took two steps back and raised his hand to stop him, "Auntie, please don't mess with me. Is this red envelope real or fake?"

"?" Jiang Qiuyi glared at him with an innocent look on her face, "Are you so suspicious of your aunt? Your uncle and I went to withdraw the money early in the morning, but you still don't believe me?!"

"No..." Ding Zeyu's face was hard, thinking that if your camera was filming my face, who would dare to believe you, "Ahem... Auntie must be the best, this camera... can you turn it off?"

"Your uncle just records his good life. Of course he has to record things like giving out red envelopes."

You said this before too!

Ding Zeyu was even more panicked. Looking at the red envelope in Jiang Qiuyi's hand, something seemed wrong in his eyes.

I'm afraid there are test papers stuffed inside?

Or is it another registration form for various training courses?

Or is it stuffed with one dollar bills?

right!

That’s right!

Last time you two also went to the bank to change a one-dollar note, right?!

You actually want to do this during the Chinese New Year??

Can I be a person anymore?!

"I don't want it anymore!" Ding Zeyu expressed his refusal with his hands in an X shape. His posture was so standard that it made people think he was launching dynamic light waves to destroy the devil.

"Why don't you want it?" Ding Zeyu's dear aunt walked up from the second floor. She was originally looking for the kitten, but when she saw this scene, she said, "Wow! Red envelope!"

"Xiaoya is here?" Jiang Qiuyi took out another red envelope from his arms, "Come on, come on, this red envelope is for you."

"Thank you, sister!" Chen Ya happily trotted over and was about to take the red envelope handed over by Jiang Qiuyi.

Ding Zeyu, who took over the other side, had transformed into a whirlwind, passing through from the side and shouting: "Wait a minute!"

"What's wrong with my nephew?" Chen Ya tilted her head in confusion.

"..." Ding Zeyu twitched the corner of his mouth, not wanting to get into any more entanglements with his aunt, and pointed at the two red envelopes in Jiang Qiuyi's hand, "I want her red envelope, let's exchange it, and I want it!"

Obviously, as long as he takes Chen Ya's red envelope, he will definitely not be cheated.

When Chen Ya got a red envelope full of one-dollar notes and was unhappy, her uncle and aunt would definitely make up for it.

Thinking of this, Ding Zeyu suddenly felt that he was one of the smarter ones!

"Uh... are you sure?" Jiang Qiuyi looked at him, dumbfounded, holding two red envelopes in his hands, a little helpless, "Can't you even see clearly? Your red envelope is much thicker."

"See clearly, I want Chen Ya's!"

"Call me aunt!" Chen Ya corrected with a pout.

"Okay, okay! Little aunt, little aunt." For the sake of a normal red envelope, Ding Zeyu was willing to put aside his dignity temporarily.

"Does Xiaoya agree? If so, I'll change it for him." Jiang Qiuyi looked at Chen Ya and asked for her opinion.

"Okay, okay." Chen Ya nodded immediately. Why don't you take the thick red envelope? My nephew is stupid.

"Okay." Jiang Qiuyi handed the red envelope originally prepared for Chen Ya to Ding Zeyu, "You have to think about it, don't regret it later."

"No way." Ding Zeyu happily took the red envelope, opened it and saw five hundred yuan. He was pleased, "Thank you, aunt~"

"Wow! So many!" On the other side, Chen Ya took the red envelope that originally belonged to Ding Zeyu. After taking out the money, she counted them one by one with her little hand, "...five, six...nine, ten

Zhang! So many, so many! There are so many!”

Ding Zeyu, who was still immersed in joy, turned around and saw this scene. He was dumbfounded, "No..."

Why didn't this follow the script?

What about the one who promised to prank me?

Why do you really give me such a big red envelope?

Holding the only five red banknotes in his hand, Ding Zeyu immediately regretted it.

"That...little aunt?"

"What for?" Chen Ya cautiously stuffed the money back and held the red envelope in her arms without showing it to him. "This is what my sister gave me. You are not allowed to rob it."

"You don't want it yourself. Just now you said you wouldn't regret it." Jiang Qiuyi kept snickering beside her.

Chen Wen faithfully performed his duties and recorded Ding Zeyu's expressions before and after.

Ding Zeyu was speechless and could only break his teeth and swallow it in his stomach. He stomped back to the house angrily and sulked.

"Oh, this is the consequence of not trusting your aunt~" Jiang Qiu sighed on behalf of his nephew, shaking his head, "Wouldn't it be better to have more trust between people?"

“Is this going to be cut into a video?”

"Okay." Jiang Qiuli became more energetic and picked up two more handfuls. Then he took Chen Wen back to the room and uploaded the material just recorded by the camera to his notebook.

I had no intention of playing pranks on my little nephew.

After all, the two of them didn't want to alert the enemy, so they tried to be nicer to Ding Zeyu first so as to slowly lower his defensiveness.

So the red envelopes were given in real terms. The two girls were still young, so Jiang Qiuyi gave each of them 500 yuan. Ding Zeyu was about to go to junior high school, so Jiang Qiuyi gave a little more, including 1,000 yuan.

It turned out that my aunt's credit had already been overdrawn with him, so she refused to accept the big red envelope.

Is it okay to prank yourself in the end?

He hit the muzzle of a gun himself, but you can't blame Jiang Qiu for being ruthless in editing.

Originally, Chen Wen was asked to record the material just to record the scene where the two of them were nice to Ding Zeyu. After the prank was done, they could take it out and talk about their feelings.

Unfortunately, Ding Zeyu was not willing to give this opportunity.

This time, my aunt accepted the little nephew's self-trickery unceremoniously.

Before dinner, Jiang Qiu occupied Chen Wen's notebook with great interest, suddenly rekindling his interest in video editing.

Previously, Dahao recorded a piano video in a shopping mall, which kept her wet for at least more than a month.

Since I was temporarily separated from Chen Wen, I didn’t have much interest in the trumpet’s videos, and I didn’t even bother to comment on the videos that were relevant.

"What a pity... why didn't you record the video when you went to see me yesterday?" Jiang Qiu held her chin in regret, "What good material."

"I didn't think so much." Chen Wen stood behind the chair, leaned over and hugged her, resting his chin on her head, "Now that you're here, you can take pictures every day."

"I don't believe it." Jiang Qiu nudged his chin, "You must have been in the factory all day."

"...Then you can play mahjong with my grandpa more often." Chen Wen lowered his head and kissed Xiangxiang's cheek, "Record a mahjong compilation, or even live broadcast it."
To be continued...