Hawthorn Candy

When he was 8 years old, someone introduced his grandma to a man with favorable conditions. He followed him to meet his future stepfather and asked the community guard for directions. A skinny and sloppy little girl next to her was licking a stick of hawthorn candy and spoke before the doorman: "Are you going to my house?" Home is hawthorn candy, a mixture of sweet and sour. Where there is a brother, there is a mother, and where there is a mother, there is a home. - "Brother, I hate you!" "Oh." "I hate you, you hear me?" "Don't ask me if you don't know how to do your homework in the future." She pursed her lips and tugged at his sleeves, "Don't..." Calm cool guy x abstract sweet girl *Father takes care of daughter, mother takes care of son, reorganizes the family, everything goes crazy #There is no love during the existence of the relationship Intention: Reorganize the family and let the chickens and dogs fly.