Xihe: ...It’s just 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 enough."
In the past, she always found ways to buy things for him, but now she is trying to take advantage of him to eat at his rich man's house. Tsk, things have changed, this man is becoming more and more shameless.
Yan Zhuang stopped when he saw that he was ahead, muttering quietly, "Stingy!"
Xihe was so angry that she almost kicked him into the sky. This guy deserved to live in the slums.
As the sky gradually darkened, Xihe, as usual, sent the boy to his home, closed the car door and followed him. Yan Zhuang was stunned for a moment: "What are you doing?"
Xihe was walking in front: "Go check on your doghouse."
She was very confident and righteous, but the boy was so anxious that he kept jumping up and down, blocking the way with a fierce look on his face: "No!"
He didn't want her to go, but Xihe insisted on going anyway, pushing him aside and walking straight ahead. The boy's arms, arms, and neck were full of shopping bags, and he couldn't stop her for a moment. He could only follow her angrily: "Qi Fan, are you crazy? Are you tired of living in a big villa? You want to live in the slums?"
The alley is narrow and the roadside is filled with things, including bicycles, pots, pans, spoons, etc.
The house in Yanzhuang was at the end. There was a small room. It was only ten square meters, dimly lit, and filled with things. The young man stood at the door with a sullen face. "You've finished looking. Are you satisfied?"
The company went bankrupt, his father went to jail, his mother remarried, and relatives and friends avoided him like the plague, so he could only end up in a place like this.
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 incredibly perfect. As expected, contrast creates pleasure."
Yan Zhuang: ...Puff, a sword hits my heart.
Yan Zhuang's face turned as black as charcoal. He ignored her and started packing up his things.
The bed sheets were twisted into a ball, and a few books were placed casually on the table. The pages were brand new, obviously they were not read much. The small wardrobe was filled with clothes, all of which were brand names, but out of date.
Xihe leaned on the bed, supporting his head with his hands: "Do you want me to hire a tutor for you?"
An eighteen-year-old boy, a senior in high school, still a poor student with a simple mind. Xihe couldn't imagine what else he could do besides study. As for debuting? Ahem, with such a bad temper, she would have to clean up his mess every day. Forget it.
"Okay, give me the money and I'll treat myself!"
The young man carefully placed the watch worth hundreds of thousands of dollars on the table, looking very fond of it. "Actually, I think the quartz model is also good. It's classic."
Xihe: ...There's no hope. He's obsessed with money.
After sitting for a while, Xihe stood up and left. The young man did not see her off. He just stood at the door and waved his hand like a girl in an ancient brothel: "Uncle, come again next time. Ruhua is waiting for you."
Xihe: ...Damn it.
He turned around and strode up to the boy, ruffling his hair and saying, "If you talk nonsense again next time, I'll cut off your tongue."
Back home,
Unexpectedly, the whole family was there.
They were neatly arranged and sitting on the sofa, as if they were waiting for her.
Xihe changed her shoes at the door, walked in, and poured a glass of water: "Mom, Dad, brother and sister-in-law, are you still awake?"
"Qi Fan, what did you do this afternoon?"
Mother Qi couldn't bear it any longer and spoke directly.
Xihe was not afraid of being stared at by several pairs of eyes. He walked over with the 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?
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