My Sister is Very Obsessive

My sister's "laziness" and reliance on me made the mother who was sitting on the side look down on it.

"You, you will be spoiled by your brother sooner or later!"

"A waste person is a waste person!" The elder sister held up the water glass in her hand and said carelessly, "As long as my brother spoils me, it's fine, right!"

The last half of the sentence she leaned in front of me and asked me.

"Yes!" I gently stroked her head and nodded with a smile.

After that, she instructed me to turn on the TV for her and watch "Bears".

To be honest, the current cartoons are really garbage, not like those classics like "Little Tadpoles Looking for Mother", "Hulu Baby", "Fantasy Books", "Tiejia Xiaobao", "Cat and Hentai" when I was a child. Mouse, The Smurfs, Mickey Mouse, and more.

Now that I think about it, the reason why these animation works can become a generation of classics is probably because they have created vivid dreams in the minds of our generation!

"Hahaha……"

Seeing the two bears tease Bald-headed Qiang, my sister couldn't help but look up and laugh.

Although I have absolutely no feeling for this kind of cartoon, but if I watch it, I can watch it, but I feel that the funny scenes in it can't touch my laughter at all.

Mom doesn't like watching these cartoons very much, so she has already gone to take a bath at this time.

"Brother, the water is finished!"

My sister drank water while watching TV, and soon finished her glass of warm water.

I took the empty cup in her hand, put it on the coffee table in front of me, and then handed her the quilt that was filled with water.

She took it and continued to laugh while watching, while drinking water.

"I've washed it up, who will go next!"

The mother in a black suspender nightdress came out of the bathroom, wiping her hair.

"Can we go together?"

"No!" The mother shook her head at her sister in a serious tone.

"Cut!" My sister pouted in dissatisfaction.

I shook my head gently, feeling that she was really a little childish.

"You go first or do I go first?"

Looking at my sister who was half leaning in my arms, I whispered in her ear.

"You go first!" My sister watched TV with relish.

I got up, put the remote in my hand on her crossed lap, then walked to the room, put away a set of pure cotton pajamas, and then walked to the bathroom.

The bathroom was full of water mist from my mother's bath. I turned the ventilation fan to the maximum setting, then turned on the shower and put hot water.

I'm not particularly tired today, but I also took a bath in the afternoon, so after a brief shower at night, I walked out of the bathroom.

"Sister, it's your turn!"

"Oh, here we come!"

Sister put the remote control in her hand on the coffee table, and then walked back to the room in three steps.

Mom was sitting on the sofa, cross-legged and clipping her toenails.

I walked over, sat beside my mother, and looked at the resumes she brought out on the sofa, and knew that she must be staying up late to work again.

So, I squatted on the ground, reached out and held my mother's hand that was clipping her toenails,

"I'll cut it for you, look at your resume!"

"Thank you baby!" Mom didn't shirk, gave me the nail clipper in her hand, and then put her jade feet on my lap.

Mom's toes are a little long, and there are some calluses on the forefoot, which should be worn out after wearing too many high-heeled shoes.

I gently pinched her toes and carefully trimmed her toes with nail clippers.

For mothers who often wear stockings, the toenails should not be too long, otherwise the stockings will be punctured, and the characteristics of the stockings also determine that as long as there is a hole, it will quickly expand.

While my mom enjoyed me cutting her toenails, she flipped through the resume in her hand.

Soon, I cut one foot for her, patted her round ankle lightly, and my mother put on another jade foot.

"Mom, do you like it?"

I put my mother's cut toenails in the trash and kissed her casually.

"No!" Mom shook her head gently, "What I want is to have ideas and to endure hardships, not those who live on vegetarian meals."

"Have an idea?"

Lao Gently repeated it again, but he thought of a person. This person has a lot of ideas and is not comfortable with the status quo, but he can introduce it to his mother.

"How about I recommend someone to you!"

I looked up and looked at her, and the movements of my hands couldn't help but stop.

"Oh, baby know the kind of talent that mom wants?" Mom also looked at me with a somewhat surprised smile.

"Well, I know someone!" I nodded. "He graduated with a major in fine arts. He always wanted to be a graphic designer, but he was always assigned to be a secretary or public relations or something."

"Then what?" Mom seemed to be a little interested in the person I was talking about.

"Of course she doesn't want to be a secretary or publicist, so she chose to do photography while studying for graduate school. After getting a master's degree, she still couldn't apply for the job she wanted to do, so she has been working as an amateur photographer. "

"Oh!" Mom nodded gently, "How did you know her?"

"I met my sister on a trip." I looked at my mother expectantly, "Mom, can you give her a chance?"

"Of course!" Mom smiled and reached out and stroked my face gently, "Give me her phone number and I'll contact her!"

"No no no!" I shook my head gently, "Tomorrow I will tell her to let her take the initiative to contact you, so that if you think she is not good, you can reject her."

Mom is full of surprise for my words?

"Why are you looking at me like this!" I touched my cheek a little uncomfortable.

"Baby can think of so much, you really have grown up, come on, let my mother smell it."

Saying that, my mother leaned over her lips and gave me a slight smack on my cheek.

After the kiss, I went on to cut my mother's toenails, and at the same time discussed the art director of the company.

However, I don't know much about company management, so most of the time, my mother is talking and I am listening.

"Brother, what are you doing?"

At some point, my sister came out of the bathroom after taking a shower.

She was wearing an orange A-line skirt, and her exposed white arms and legs looked moist and full.

"Cut Mommy's toenails!"

"I also want!"

My sister was wearing slippers, ran over, then sat down beside my mother, and stretched her fair and delicate feet on my lap.

"Wait a minute, I'll cut it for my mom and I'll cut it for you, okay?"

"Then hurry up!"