Chapter 671 Neptune’s Ordinary Life

Style: Romance Author: quilt thinkerWords: 2324Update Time: 24/01/12 05:32:01
The leading rich second generation is just okay in school, but nothing good outside.

I usually hang out in Internet cafes. Two bad guys brought a group of people to the Internet cafe to show off, but Liu Beishan gave them a good education.

The arrogant guy also wanted to be the big brother in the Internet cafe, but Liu Beishan happened to catch him and scolded him a few times.

The rich second generation is going to sacrifice Liu Beishan's flag.

result....

After twenty or thirty people rushed out of the billiard hall, the rich second generation became honest. From then on, Brother Bei had his own place in the vocational high school.

The rich second generation never expected that they would meet Liu Beishan by chance today.

After all, these vocational high school students are not part of the society, so they were a little frightened when they saw Liu Beishan.

Liu Beishan, who was biting his cigarette holder, pointed at Zhao Ye and Chen Xun and said: "These two people have something to do with my eldest brother. It's not my skill to block people. You can either make an appointment to have a fight, or you can fight alone. Win or lose depends on your ability." ,what do you think!"

The second-generation rich man rolled his eyes and scanned around his own people. He found two people who were eager to try. He turned around and said with a smile: "Brother Bei's words must be counted, so let's do what Brother Bei said and challenge him to a duel!"

Liu Beishan nodded and exited the crowd.

Zhao Ye and Chen Xun looked at each other and knew that they would not be able to escape today, but there was a question as to which of the two would go.

They all wanted the other party to go up to them, but they couldn't say anything. In the end, it was Zhao Ye who stood up. After all, these people came after him.

"I come!"

On the side of the rich second generation, a big-bodied and round-waisted guy appeared. He had a rough face at a young age. He contributed money and effort to the rich second generation.

A group of people went directly to the small alley next to the school.

Liu Beishan didn't go, but stood on the roadside smoking a cigarette, fiddling with the mobile phone Ye Haoran had just given him.

Although I don't have much education, my brain is flexible and it is not difficult to use it.

A few minutes passed.

Zhao Ye, who had a bruised nose and swollen face, was helped out of the alley by Chen Xun, and the second-generation rich people chose to leave directly.

Just teach him a lesson and there will be plenty of opportunities in the future.

Chen Xun originally wanted to thank Liu Beishan, but Liu Beishan had no intention of talking and left the school gate directly.

Chen Xun opened his mouth but couldn't say anything in the end.

Thinking of the slap Liu Beishan gave him in the Internet cafe, Chen Xun could never forget it.

"Let's go to my house and give you some medicine."

Chen Xun's face was bruised and purple. It was definitely not possible to go home like this. Chen Xun and Zhao Ye took a short break and pushed their bicycles together to leave the school and walk towards home.

These all happened after Ye Haoran left, and were Liu Beishan's own thoughts and had nothing to do with Ye Haoran.

After sending Fang Hui to a place not far from home, Fang Hui stopped his bicycle and looked at Ye Haoran.

After a moment, he whispered: "Thank you!"

"Why do you want to say thank you?"

"Thank you for the mobile phone."

Fang Hui lowered her head in embarrassment.

Ye Haoran asked teasingly: "How do you want to thank me?"

I thought Ye Haoran would say, "You're welcome," but I never expected that Ye Haoran would climb up the pole.

I didn't know what to say for a moment, so I held it in for a long time before I said, "How about I paint another picture for you."

Ye Haoran shook his head and twitched his fingers at Fang Hui, gesturing for her to come closer. ….

Fang Hui, who was confused, parked her bicycle and walked over. Ye Haoran whispered something in her ear.

Fang Hui's face turned red instantly, as if he was changing his face.

After a long while, he whispered: "No, you are just acting like a hooligan."

"Okay, since you don't really thank me, then stop saying thank you. I'm going home!"

"etc!"

Thinking that Ye Haoran was angry, Fang Hui quickly stopped Ye Haoran and didn't know what to say after speaking.

For a moment, he seemed to have summoned up great courage, raised his toes, and tapped Ye Haoran's face gently.

Um?

Ye Haoran, who was attacked by surprise, had not yet reacted.

Fang Hui had already pushed her bicycle back home, her legs pumping very fast, and she disappeared at the gate of the community in the blink of an eye.

"Haha, you are still shy for such a big person."

As a hardcore Neptune, Ye Haoran didn't cause any shock when he was kissed. He just sighed in his heart about the beauty and simplicity of youth.

I got on my bicycle and drove toward home while listening to campus-style songs. My figure grew longer and longer, slowly disappearing into the distant streets.

When Fang Hui returned home, her face was still red, as if she had a fever.

After patting his face and adjusting his heart rate, Fang Hui opened the door and entered the house.

"Mom, I'm back."

Fang Hui, who rarely said hello, was extremely loud today and seemed to be in a very good mood.

Fang Hui's mother was cooking when she heard Fang Hui's voice reply: "You do your homework first. I'll call you when the food is ready."

"good!"

He returned to his room with his schoolbag on his back, secretly took out his cell phone, sent a message to Ye Haoran, and then hid it immediately.

Don't let your mother see this thing, otherwise it will definitely be a nuisance.

After finishing my homework, I went out to eat. After eating, I immediately returned to the room and prepared to secretly call Ye Haoran.

Ye Haoran on the other side had just returned home and was surprised to find that Xia Lin and Yang Xiaoyun had not returned and were still at his home.

The two girls can't cook, so they survive on instant noodles during the day.

Seeing the aggrieved looks in their eyes, Ye Haoran asked the nanny Liu Ma to make an extra meat dish.

"Are you two planning to stay here?"

"Anyway, after I graduate, I'll play with you for a while. I don't want to go to work yet."

Although Yang Xiaoyun's family conditions were mediocre, she really didn't want to do work. It was good to eat and drink at Ye Haoran's place.

There are many thoughts of sticking to Ye Haoran.

Xia Lin was just fooling around. When she thought that Yang Xiaoyun would have a lot of time if she left here, she felt bad, so she stayed.

Ye Haoran didn't express any objection or welcome. He could live if he wanted to. It was fine to eat vegetarian food at school during the day and eat meat at home at night.

After a full dinner, the nanny Liu Ma specially made a little extra and put it in the refrigerator.

Leave it to Xia Lin and Yang Xiaoyun to eat when they are hungry.

After the meal, the three of them cuddled up on the sofa and watched TV. Fortunately, there weren't so many Princesses of My Princess now, so they just found something else to watch.

Yang Xiaoyun was lying in Ye Haoran's arms.

On the other side, Xia Lin secretly teased Ye Haoran again, as if they were in love with each other.

Ye Haoran, who was enjoying himself, suddenly received a call from Fang Hui.

Not bothering to hide, he answered Fang Hui's call in front of the two women.

"Ye Haoran, have you eaten?"

A typical Chinese greeting.

Ye Haoran held a mobile phone in one hand and a steamed bun in the other, and responded: "I just finished eating and was watching TV."

Holding Yang Xiaoyun's steamed buns, I felt very happy.

Ye Haoran felt that he had reached the peak of a scumbag.

The well-behaved Yang Xiaoyun was lying down and watching TV. Xia Lin wanted to come over and listen to what was said on the phone, but Ye Haoran turned her away with a look.

After hanging up the phone, Ye Haoran pinched Xia Lin's face hard as punishment. .

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