The grown-up Fu Weidong was smug and proud, thinking, "You little brat, you think you can mess with me?"
The little dumpling was so angry that her face turned red and her neck bulged.
She felt even more wronged.
Speaking of which, the little dumpling is five years old now. Born with the precocious bloodline of the Fu family, he is already considered a little genius. Otherwise, he wouldn't be able to hold his position as the leader of the nursery.
Unfortunately, there's always someone better, and there's a deep chasm between the five-year-old boy and his adult self.
Fan Xiaofan seemed oblivious to Fu Weidong's strangeness. Looking at the already packed items, she called out to Fu Weidong, "I'm going to the post office to mail something. Shall we go together?"
The little dumpling immediately forgot about arguing with his adult self. These days, his body had been occupied by him, and he hadn't seen his sister for a long time. Now, naturally, he wished he could be inseparable from Fan Xiaofan for even a moment.
She immediately nodded her little head and said, "Together, together."
The two rode their multi-speed bicycles, Fan Xiaofan riding his own and Xiao Tuanzi riding his. They were quite a sight in Qingcheng, as multi-speed bicycles were only a few in the city at that time.
The siblings went to the post office to mail their items, and unexpectedly ran into Ruan Jiu.
Ruan Jiu already knew Fu Weidong's identity, and greeted the two of them with a smile.
Fan Xiaofan looked at Ruan Jiu, who was now full of vigor and had a rosy complexion, with great emotion. They were completely different from the sickly and weak person recorded in history.
Ruan Jiu handed over a letter, and after seeing the large package on her side, she asked curiously, "Why are you sending so much? Is it for your family?"
Fan Xiaofan shook his head and said, "No, I borrowed some books from a friend and gave him the dried meat as a thank you gift."
Ruan Jiu raised an eyebrow and said with great interest, "Oh, speaking of dried meat, Shi Lingheng gave me some. Mr. Shi's dried meat is superb. I'll send you some to try later. It would be a shame if you didn't."
Fan Xiaofan was inwardly screaming, but her expression remained serious. Ruan Jiu must be trying to dissuade her by showing off her love. Could she really think that the dried meat she gave away was for Shi Lingheng?
This is a huge misunderstanding.
He explained seriously, "Speaking of which, I was also fortunate enough to get some dried meat from the educated youth, which my brother exchanged for for me, his younger sister..."
There was no improper transaction, boss. You have to believe me and don't misunderstand.
Ruan Jiu didn't expect Fan Xiaofan to be thinking. He just had a sudden thought and felt he should help his brother. He noticed that Shi Lingheng treated Fan Xiaofan differently, and he wanted to be a good wingman so that Fan Xiaofan could taste Shi Lingheng's cooking.
Isn't there a saying?
The way to a man's heart is through his stomach; the same applies to women...
However, he didn't expect that Fan Xiaofan already had some. He smiled and said, "Then I won't part with it. Actually, I only have a little bit, and I'm really reluctant to give it away..."
Fan Xiaofan breathed a sigh of relief; it seemed the misunderstanding had been cleared up.
He hurriedly waved his hand, saying, "No need, no need."
Fu Weidong stared blankly at Ruan Jiu. This person's aura was inexplicably similar to Shi Lingheng's, both giving people an unconscious feeling of hidden danger.
Ruan Jiu reached out and pinched his cheeks. He was the only junior in their generation, and Ruan Jiu found it quite interesting.
"I heard he's been training kung fu with Shi Lingheng?"
Fan Xiaofan nodded with a smile: "Thanks to Shi Zhiqing for not minding. At the beginning, he suffered a lot and I was worried that he wouldn't be able to continue. But I don't know how, now he's really into it."
Fu Weidong was embarrassed; he still thought the fairy sister didn't know that he thought Shi Lingheng was a devil...
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