Naturally, I can’t go to Tianhai Group.

Otherwise, I don’t know what will happen when I meet Xu Xuan’er.

In order to save money, I decided to take the bus.

Since today is Saturday, students are all on holiday, so there are a lot of people on the bus.

Crowded in front and behind.

The bus driver's skills don't seem to be very good either.

When walking a short distance, it's different to apply the brakes, which makes people in the car squeeze around.

But, suddenly, I felt something was not right.

An old man next to me stared at me for a long time.

what happened?

Is there any lipstick mark on my face?

Nothing happened between me and Ye Yao today.

Thinking back to the scene when I opened my eyes this morning, Ye Yao was actually staring at me.

Could it be that this little girl took the poplar tree from yesterday and painted on my face?

I hurriedly touched my face and found nothing unusual.

Then the old man said to me: "Young man, look at your face, you should weigh 80 kilograms, right?!"

I was shocked at that time!

Damn it,

This old man can actually read faces, and he can read them so accurately?

I hurriedly said: "Uncle, you are very accurate. I am really 80 kilograms. Well, uncle, can you help me check my fortune this year? Is there any luck for wealth or love?"

The old man immediately replied angrily: "Look at your sister! You stepped on my foot!"

I:"……"

I

Very speechless, he hurriedly put his feet up.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry. There were too many people, so I didn't pay attention just now."

I quickly apologized to the uncle.

The old man quickly hugged his grandson in his arms, fearing that he would be hurt.

The child seemed to love learning very much. He was still reciting "Yong Yu Le? Nostalgia for the Past in Bei Guting, Jingkou" even when he was riding the bus.

The child suddenly said to the old man: "Did Xin Qiji write this poem?"

The old man glanced at his grandson and interrupted: "How do I know? Maybe it's Sunday!"

"Pfft..."

After hearing what the old man said, I almost laughed out loud.

Xin Qiji?Sunday?

Uncle, can you still be more funny?

You have completely made me laugh for a year.

I hurriedly said: "Children, this poem was written by the great poet Xin Qiji."

The child looked at me and said, "Uncle, do you know why our parents always say that our children are picky eaters, but they are not picky eaters?"

Damn it.

This problem is much more complicated.

Most of us working people have experienced severe beatings from society.

Work is not easy and making money is hard.

Household expenses, firewood, rice, oil, salt, sauce, vinegar, tea, rent, water, electricity and living expenses, as well as children’s tuition and living expenses, etc., are all quite large expenses.

Tremendous stress.

As the saying goes, life is easy. Life is easy, but life is not easy.

Parents also plan as early as possible for their children.

I am busy every day, preparing a house and car for my children to get married in the future.

They also have to face mortgage and car loans, so how can they dare to be picky about food?

However, this child is still at an innocent age. As adults, we cannot spread negative energy to them as primary school students.

But how do I explain it to the children? This puts me in a difficult position.

Just when I was in a dilemma, I heard a little girl behind the seat say cheerfully: "Because my parents buy the food they like, so they are not picky eaters..."

Hearing this, I felt a look of embarrassment in capital letters on my face.

Damn, are all primary school students today so unfaithful?

I am simply speechless. Is there any question?

After getting off the car, I came to Lin Guanghui's community.

Still nothing has changed here.

Lin Guanghui was extremely excited when he saw me: "Ah Chen, where have you been during this time? You're worrying me to death."

I gave him a big brother hug.

Lin Guanghui hugged me excitedly: "Brother, I thought you were dead that day when you jumped off the cliff. I didn't expect you to be alive. It's great."

I was very touched.

That day, Lin Guanghui also went down the mountain to look for me.

However, my fake body has already been carried back to Wu Fan Dojo by Infinite Heavenly Lord.

When dealing with these people and ghosts, no one is sincere.

Only Lin Guanghui can risk his life for me.

"It's okay, I'm back."

With that said, I handed him a thick wad of money.

Lin Guanghui looked surprised: "What is this?"

I said mysteriously: "You will know when you open it."

As soon as Lin Guanghui opened it, he was stunned.

He couldn't help but swore: "Damn, so much money. Ah Chen, where did you get so much money?"

This is a long story.

One or two sentences are not enough to explain clearly.

It's hard for me to explain either.

The less people know about Xu Xuan'er and I, the better.

Otherwise, if Xu Xuan'er is pushed into a hurry, she may kill someone and silence her.

"The 100,000 will be used for tuition and living expenses. This 10,000 will be returned to you, and the remaining 40,000 will be given to you and your sister-in-law. You can look at the arrangements. Speaking of which, you have helped me a lot recently, and I have also helped

All in all, I’m very grateful.”
Chapter completed!