Bian Nan sat on the passenger seat without saying a word. He remembered that his phone was thrown to the ground. He stretched out his legs and wanted to get out of the car, but his father slapped him back into the car: "What else do you want to do!"

"Mobile phone!" Bian Nan shouted, "Pick up the phone!"

"Stay!" Dad shouted at him, turned around to find his cell phone, "Where?"

"Where is the tree?" Bian Nan leaned against the back of the chair, his shoulders and ribs began to thrust in pain. He frowned and stared at the direction of the hotel.

Regarding why the fight, no matter how my father asked, Bian Nan stopped talking. After asking several times, he didn't get the answer. My father sighed and stopped trying. He started the car: "Do you go back to school?"

"Go to Wan Fei's house." Bian Nan put his forehead on the car window and looked out.

My father responded and drove the car downstairs in silence all the way. When Biannan opened the door and got out of the car, he pointed to the back seat: "I'll bring you a change of clothes."

"Oh." Bian Nan took out the bag of clothes from the back seat.

"I'll transfer the money to you tomorrow?" said my dad again.

"Don't worry, there's something else, I'll just say it casually." Bian Nan took out his cell phone and dialed Wan Fei's number.

After two sounds, he was hung up, and then Wan Fei's head came out of a window upstairs: "I'll go down and open the door for you!"

The lock on the door downstairs of Wan Fei’s house was broken, and no one cared about it. When I returned, I had to call and wait for someone to come down and open the door before going up.

"I'll wait for him to come down," Bian Nan closed the car door, "Dad, go back."

"Biannan," my father put down the car window and looked at him in the car. After thinking for a long time, he said, "Your temper is really... "

"I know," Bian Nan patted the car window and walked back a few steps, "I know."

"You know, that's a big deal!" My dad stared at him fiercely, closed the window and turned the car away.

As soon as he entered Wan Fei's house, Bian Nan smelled the fragrance of pancakes. Bian Nan was stunned: "Where is pancakes?"

"Well, don't you want to eat when you come back," Wan Fei pointed to the kitchen, "My mom went to bake when you heard you came."

"How embarrassed I am tonight," Bian Nan took off his coat and ran into the kitchen, shouting, "Auntie! I've eaten, don't be busy."

"It's sold out with just a wave of your hand. It's no trouble. His father is on a business trip these days, and no one has eaten after I cooked it. It's finally easy to have a meal," Wan Fei's mother said with a smile, "Don't be polite. How many times have you been getting this meal? Do I still don't know how much you eat?"

Bian Nan did not refuse anymore. He went back to Wan Fei's house and ate a lot. In addition, he met Qiu Yi today and even started to eat without eating. At this moment, he had an inexplicable appetite.

Wan Fei's mother baked a few cakes and ate them all. She washed her face randomly and went into Wan Fei's house. She lay on the bed and touched her stomach and drank milk.

"Is this meeting with your dad happy?" Wan Fei entered the house and closed the door.

"It's almost the same virtue whenever you meet," Bian Nan smiled, frowned and lifted his clothes to take a look, gritted his teeth and cursed, "Fuck me!"

"God!" Wan Fei leaned over and looked at him and was stunned. Then he lifted up his clothes and looked at him, "Is this thing still contagious? Have you given it to you?"

"You can take out your IQ and dry it when you have time? You have grown enoki mushrooms," Bian Nan sighed and sat up, took a sip of milk, "Do you know who I met for dinner today?"

"Qiu Yi?" Wan Fei replied without thinking.

Bian Nan stared at him for a while: "Are you happy to grow up?"

"I'm really fucking Qiu Yi?" Wan Fei was a little excited and jumped onto the bed and sat cross-legged across from him, "Tell me, what's going on? Have you started?"

"I didn't move much, my dad is here," Bian Nan frowned, covered his ribs and slowly drank two sips of milk. "Today, my dad took me to eat mushrooms. He is working there, the waiter."

"Working?" Wan Fei was stunned. It was rare for high school students to go to a hotel to work. The only people around them were as painful as sending a flyer as if they had been sentenced to three years.

"Yes." Bian Nan lowered his head and sucked the milk.

"Is he experiencing life or making money..." Wan Fei snatched the milk box in his hand, "Can it taste good? I can't stand this movement the most."

Bian Nan didn't say anything, lay back on the pillow, with his head resting on his arms: "I care why he is. Anyway, I'm not finished with him. I will fight him every time I see you in the future."

"Fight!" Wan Fei had no objection to Bian Nan's decision. Anyway, he was full of love for fighting and was much more concerned about training.

He also lay down next to Biannan, and sighed after a moment of silence: "You said...I think...I just feel...I just think..."

"You have too many psychological activities," Bian Nan was a little impatient, "I didn't think about it and held it in my mind!"

"Hey!" Wan Fei slapped him, "What did you say Zhang Xiaorong like him? Here, handsome guys who are handsome, have a figure, have money, have money, chase after him, don't, turn around and chase a poor boy and run around the world. Do you think she is blind..."

"Shut up!" Bian Nan kicked Wan Fei. Even if he didn't feel anything about Zhang Xiaorong, he was still chasing someone he could not pursue. "I just like her spirit of loving the rich and loving the poor!"

"The spirit of the fart, that's the nerve!" Wan Fei turned over.

Bian Nan made him laugh and laughed for a long time: "I find that sometimes you react very quickly."

"Nonsense, I'll stay with you all day long and react. If I don't hurry up, I'll let you lose it." Wan Fei held the quilt and suddenly turned around after a while, "Brother Nan."

"Hmm?" Bian Nan stared at the ceiling.
Chapter completed!