When it was Ma Liang's turn, Li Bowen and Luo Peng came over and cheered Ma Liang down. They were very imposing, making Ma Liang's feet slip twice with joy.

"I'll buy a set of equipment next time," Luo Peng looked at the shoes on Sun Wenqu's feet, "The shoes they match are not good."

"Let's talk about it," said Sun Wenqu, "I don't have the ability, but I have a good posture."

"This is just like writing and painting. If you want to do a good job, you must first sharpen your tools," Luo Peng said. "Hey, have you written it recently? If you don't show me a pot, can I ask for a few words?"

"Within four words," Sun Wenqu sighed, "I haven't touched the pen for a long time."

"Four words? I'll think about it..." Luo Peng said.

"I'm still stronger." Li Bowen said.

"... OK?" Luo Peng looked at Sun Wenqu.

"Okay," Sun Wenqu said, "and then hang the head of the bed?"

"Damn! Are you losing money?" Luo Peng was happy.

The day was quite fun, eating, drinking, climbing stones. Sun Wenqu was drowsy in the car when he returned to the city with Ma Liang in the afternoon.

"I thought you had thought about it and stay overnight," said Ma Liang.

"A bunch of dogs, men and women," Sun Wenqu closed his eyes, "What's wrong with me?"

"Yes," Ma Liang nodded, "You dog... a man."

Sun Wenqu smiled and said nothing.

"No, no, it's not a dog man," Ma Liang thought for a while, raised his index finger and stretched it in front of him and touched his nose. After he opened his eyes, he said, "It's a dog, a dog man, one, you are single."

"Get out!" Sun Wenqu made him happy, "The fucking thing is so bad!"

It was just after six o'clock when he got home. Ma Liang had a dinner party in the evening and didn't eat with him. When he entered the house, he screamed when he hadn't eaten anything for a day.

Mr. Huang was dozing on the sofa with his claws in his claws, and when he heard him entering the door, he jumped off the sofa and rubbed at his feet.

"You're hungry, have you finished lunch?" Sun Wenqu looked at the bowls placed next to the coffee table. He was already empty. He had used the cat sand I bought temporarily in the morning. "Wait, little one is quite good to eat."

After getting the cat food for Mr. Huang, Sun Wenqu took a shower. After taking the shower, he became even hungry. After looking at the time, Fang Chi should have finished school.

Why is a liar who owes debt and signs a contract for sale so arrogant? He has to be urged to cook for a meal!

Sun Wenqu dialed Fang Chi's number and picked it up for a long time. Then he heard Fang Chi's panting voice: "Hey?"

"What are you doing? Are you running for your life?" Sun Wenqu was stunned.

"It's almost the same." Fang Chi said.

"When will you escape from your life and come to cook?" Sun Wenqu frowned, "Do you have some service spirit? There is still a salary on the contract?"

"Half an hour." Fang Chi seemed to be running.

"I don't drink porridge today, I want to eat stir-fry, and you have to come over to shovel your master's poop. After half an hour, you should say you're going to school again." Sun Wenqu listened carefully to Fang Chi's movement. It was said that this kid didn't look like he could cause trouble, but now he ran so hard that he was really like running away.

"I won't go to school tonight," Fang Chi said while gasping, and then added, "What do you want to eat?"

Sun Wenqu was stunned for a moment, and after a while, he said, "Whatever."

After hanging up the phone, he walked into the study and stood at the desk.

I dreamed of a rooster laughing this morning. I woke up early and felt so uncomfortable that I prepared all the pen, ink, paper and inkstones, but I didn't even write a word after I picked up the pen.

It's still impossible to write it out now.

Fang Chi's words made him suddenly feel a little moved, what do you want to eat?

He is quite familiar with this sentence. When a group of people go out to eat, they always ask what they want to eat, what dishes they eat, and which restaurant to go to...

But for some time, no one asked him what he wanted to eat because he had to cook for him.

Although it was forced, Sun Wenqu was stunned for a long time.

Mr. Huang meowed with his pants legs a few times. He bent down and pulled Mr. Huang up and walked slowly around the house: "After you are a former wandering president, and you still have a handkerchief, why are you so coquettish..."

Mr. Huang meowed again.

"Stop meow, your slave will be jealous when he comes soon. Did you still scratch him that day?" Sun Wenqu walked to the client in the living room and heard the footsteps of someone running outside.

He ran over? He reached out and tried to open the lock of the yard door. Before he could touch the switch, a thud sound came from the yard, and then the door was knocked.

"No, are you addicted to climbing over the wall?" Sun Wenqu opened the door and saw Fang Chi who was sweating outside the door.

"It just jumped as you ran, inertia," Fang Chi entered the house. "Don't you install an anti-theft net in this house? It's as easy as going into your house and following the mall."

"The community security guards patrol 24 hours a day, and I have nothing to steal here," Sun Wenqu saw Fang Chi carrying a supermarket bag in his hand, "Have you bought vegetables?"

"Well, you say whatever you want, I'll buy vegetables, or you have to go out," Fang Chi threw his schoolbag on the wall and entered the kitchen, "Put the meat, there was chopped meat yesterday."

"Oh, what kind of brew to use?" Sun Wenqu asked.

"Bitty melon." Fang Chi walked out again and took Mr. Huang from Sun Wenqu's hand.

"I don't eat bitter melon." Sun Wenqu frowned.

"Then you have a meal," Fang Chi said very simply, "I took the cat today."

"Shut the poop first," Sun Wenqu pointed to the plate of cat sand, and took his wallet again, "How much does it cost to buy vegetables?"

"Not much, I've kept my account all, let's calculate it together at the end of the month," said Fang Chi, "I won't cheat you of money."

"Oh," Sun Wenqu smiled, "It's a bit touching to say this from the liar."

Fang Chi turned his head and stared at him.

"I don't accept it." Sun Wenqu poured it into the sofa.

"I'm not...I'm just..." Fang Chi frowned, "I..."

"You look pretty normal, how can you get along with Fang Ying?" Sun Wenqu bent his legs and stepped on the coffee table, "I won't learn well when I'm only 14 years old."

Fang Chi didn't say anything, put down Mr. Huang, went into the kitchen to free up the supermarket's plastic bags and put them in cat sand, and took them out of the door and threw them away.

When he returned to the house, Sun Wenqu said again: "You really have a surname Fang?"

"Well," Fang Chi took out a sign from his schoolbag and walked to him and waved, "I'm just called Fang Chi."

It looked like a school sign, but the school name and grade were blocked by Fang Chi's fingers. Sun Wenqu saw the name on it, Fang Chi and Zhang Ting's serious photo.

"Do you have facial nerve paralysis?" Sun Wenqu said.

"Ah?" Fang Chi looked at him.

"It's just facial paralysis," Sun Wenqu also looked at him, "Will you laugh?"

"Yes," Fang Chi said, carrying the cat slag tray to the toilet, "I just saw that you have nothing to do with cola."

"Oh, I look at you with a very cola, and I want to be happy as soon as I see you." Sun Wenqu said with a smile.

Fang Chi ignored him and came out again after entering the bathroom less than a minute. He looked at him and asked, "Did you hit her?"

"Who?" Sun Wenqu hugged Mr. Huang who jumped onto the sofa, "My mother?"

"...Hmm." Fang Chi responded.

"Why are you asking this suddenly?" Sun Wenqu pinched the cat's ears.

"I just think you are very reasonable." Fang Chi said.

Sun Wenqu laughed: "You finally feel it?"

"Did you fight?" Fang Chi asked again.
Chapter completed!