Xihe: ...It’s amazing.
Seeing that the boy had finished buying clothes and was about to go to the sales office, Xihe quickly grabbed him and said, "That's it."
In the past, she used to find ways to buy things for him, but now she wants to lure him into becoming a rich man. Tsk, things are changing, and this man is becoming more and more shameless.
Yan Zhuang accepted the offer and whispered: "Stingy!"
Xihe was so angry that he almost kicked him into the air. This girl deserved to live in the slums.
It was getting late. Xihe sent the boy to his door as usual, closed the car door and followed him. Yanzhuang was stunned for a moment: "What are you doing?"
Xihe was currently walking in front: "Let's go see your kennel."
Her attitude was righteous and confident, but the boy jumped up and down in a hurry, baring his teeth and claws and blocking the front: "No!"
He refused to let her go, but Xihe still insisted on going. She pushed him away and walked forward. The young man's arms and neck were full of shopping bags. He couldn't stop her for a while and could only follow angrily: "Is there something wrong with you, Qi Fan? Are you tired of living in a big villa and want to live in a slum?"
The alley is narrow and the roadside is full of things, including bicycles, pots, pans, spoons and other items.
Yanzhuang's house is at the end. There is a small room. Open the door and go in. It is only ten square meters in size, dimly lit and full of things... The young man stood at the door with a dark face: "You have finished reading, are you satisfied?"
The company went bankrupt, his father moved in, his mother remarried, and his relatives and friends avoided him like a snake or a scorpion. This was the only place he could go.
Xihe turned around, sat down on the edge of the bed, and crossed his legs: "Seeing how miserable you were, I instantly felt refreshed and felt that life was extremely happy. Sure enough, contrast produces pleasure."
Yanzhuang: ...Pfft, I got a sword in the heart.
Yan Zhuang's face turned black, he ignored her and packed up his things.
The sheets were twisted into a ball, and a few books were placed randomly on the table. The pages were brand new, and it was obvious that they had not been read much at all. The small wardrobe was filled with clothes, all of which were famous brands, but they were all out of date.
Xihe was lying on the bed, resting his head on his palms: "Do you want to hire a tutor for you?"
An eighteen-year-old boy, in his third year of high school, is still a scumbag and has a simple mind. Xihe really can't think of what he can do besides studying? As for debut? Ahem, hey, he has such a bad temper. She has to wipe his butt every day, so forget it.
"Okay, give me the money and I'll pay for it myself!"
The young man carefully placed the watch worth hundreds of thousands of dollars on the table, with a look of care on his face: "Actually, I think the quartz model just now is also good, classic."
Xihe: ...It’s hopeless, I’ve fallen into the eyes of money.
After sitting for a while, Xihe stood up and left. The young man did not see him off, but stood at the door, waving his hand like a girl in the ancient Goulan Courtyard: "Uncle, come back next time, Ruhua is waiting for you."
Xihe: ...Nima.
He turned around and strode up to the young man, ruffling his hair and saying, "Next time you talk nonsense, I'll cut off your tongue."
Back home,
Unexpectedly, the whole family was there.
Neatly, sitting on the sofa, as if waiting for her.
Xihe changed his shoes at the door, walked in, and poured a glass of water: "Mom, dad, brother and sister-in-law, haven't you gone to bed yet?"
"Qi Fan, what did you do this afternoon?"
Mother Qi couldn't bear it and spoke directly.
Xihe was not afraid of being stared at by several pairs of eyes. He walked over with a cup and sat down next to Qi's mother: "Eating, shopping, what's wrong?"
It couldn't be such a coincidence that someone bumped into her and Yan Zhuang directly, right? Tsk.
