Fang Chi was basically sleeping in the evening self-study, but he couldn't sleep well. The classroom was quite quiet. Everyone was busy reading and writing questions or sleeping, but he would still wake up suddenly every few minutes.

He has always had a good sleep. No matter where and whenever he wants to sleep, he can sleep soundly with his eyes closed, but today he has been looking up again and again.

It was because of Sun Wenqu’s words.

He was so annoyed that he didn't know how to refute it.

The feeling of not finding an outlet to vent is annoying.

However, Sun Wenqu never contacted him until the end of evening self-study, so he still cared a little. After all, Sun Wenqu was still having a fever when he left.

With Sun Wenqu’s personality of being careless, he didn’t make any trouble when he was really worried. It was quite surprising.

Maybe I don’t have the energy to toss when I feel really uncomfortable.

Fang Chi looked at his cell phone and confirmed that he would not receive any calls from Sun Wenqu, so he jogged home slowly.

Mr. Huang was already asleep. He heard the sound of him opening and closing the door and just turned his ears and didn't even raise his head.

He went over and pinched Mr. Huang's ears, touched his head a few more times, but Mr. Huang ignored him. He sighed and turned to look at the wall.

The painting that Sun Wenqu gave him was posted on the wall by him. The eldest one was a painting, with only a small piece in the middle and a seal was stamped. Every time I saw him, I felt a little happy.

However, seeing Mr. Huang's virtue, he felt that the painting should be Mr. Huang and Sun Wenqu himself, or someone else. Anyway, Mr. Huang had never slept on his lap, but he slept very vigorously on Sun Wenqu's stomach.

The only time he would be next to him was probably after he went to bed and lie down. Huang would jump onto the bed and take up half of his pillow, and sometimes he would push his head away with his claws.

For example, today I am very persistent.

"Mr. Huang," Fang Chi turned over and lay on his side face to face with Mr. Huang, "Who is used to your bad habits?"

Mr. Huang stretched out his front paws and pressed his nose. After pausing for a while, he pressed his hind paws on his chin and pushed them.

"You were born as a stray cat, and you were the least beautiful local cat. What did you do when you look like a rat?" Fang Chi said softly, "And just shy at me?"

Mr. Huang did not move.

"Why do you like Sun Wenqu so much?" Fang Chi grabbed it and pulled it into the quilt and hugged it. "Do you like the smell of him? The smell of coconut milk?"

Mr. Huang struggled to climb back onto his pillow and lay down.

Fang Chi tskated: "Do you really hope that I will give you to Sun Wenqu in anger?"

"You think beautifully," Fang Chi turned over and looked at Mr. Huang with the back of his head, "I don't know. I'm masochist, it's just so cool, I'll piss you off to death."

There are two days of school anniversary, a century-old school, etc. This time the school attaches great importance to it and starts preparing one month in advance. In the past few days, various cleaning and sorting are started, and two new rows of trees have been planted.

The senior high school students do not participate in these things, but they still have some benefits. The evening self-study for today and tomorrow will be cancelled.

Fang Chi didn't have much feelings about evening self-study, but he was quite happy to cancel it.

But after a few steps of happiness, I became depressed again when I walked out of the school gate.

I have to cook for Mr. Sun Shuiqu.

However, it is quite good to eat dried bamboo shoots and sausages made by my grandfather!

I became happy again.

But there is also Sun Wenqu next to it.

Depressed again.

I ran away happily and depressedly.

When he ran to Sun Wenqu’s house, he was stunned. Many neighbors outside the yard were standing and looking inside.

Something happened to Sun Wenqu?

Fang Chi was startled, rushed over a few steps, pulled away the person and squeezed into the yard and shouted: "Sun Wenqu!"

"What are you doing!" Someone stopped him.

Only then did he see clearly that there were several security guards in the yard, and there was a person covered in blood on the ground. A security guard was taking a roll of paper to stop bleeding on his face.

"My friend." Sun Wenqu's voice came from behind the security guard.

Fang Chi pushed the security guard away and saw Sun Wenqu Zheng calmly leaning against the door in a bathrobe, holding a cup of steaming hot things in his hand and drinking slowly.

"What's wrong with this?" Fang Chi asked quickly.

"Thieves," Sun Wenqu raised his chin to the living room window, "I guess he wanted to come in through the window, but the window fell and buckled his body."

Fang Chi took a look and sweated down his back. The window frame was empty and the glass was broken. The man probably pulled out the hanging piece he inserted into the window...

If the glass scratches the neck, it would not be a human life!

"Then now..." Fang Chi looked at the thief.

"We'll send him the police station right away!" said a security guard, turning his head to point at the thief, "The surveillance camera has been recorded! It's in the daytime! Do you think that no one can see it if no one comes out?"

"Evening in the evening," Sun Wenqu corrected him, "Evening in the evening."

After a riot, the security guard took the thief away and the neighbors dispersed.

"I'll help you get the window ready first." Fang Chi looked at the glass in a yard, and two pots of flowers were smashed down.

"Just call the property and ask someone to repair it." Sun Wenqu turned around and entered the house.

"Oh." Fang Chi didn't follow in and bent down and watched in a pile of glass.

"Look for this?" Sun Wenqu walked to the living room window, holding something in his hand and shook it at him.

"Yes." Fang Chi saw clearly that it was a hanging film, so he took it and entered the house.

"Why is this thing used?" Sun Wenqu dragged a screen out of the study and stood in front of the window to block the wind.

"Hang a piece." Fang Chi replied.

He was a little surprised that Sun asked the Qu family that there was something else, a screen on four sides with four paintings on it. Fang Chi couldn't understand it, and probably guessed it was plum, orchid, chrysanthemum.

"I just asked what you are doing." Sun Wenquwo went to the sofa.

Fang Chi didn't know what to say: "Hit the rock wall with expansion nails, and then you can buckle it quickly or attach a squid belt."

"I don't understand." Sun Wenqu said.

"This is rock climbing equipment," said Fang Chi.

"I understand," Sun Wenqu nodded, "What should I eat today?"

"I haven't thought about it yet," Fang Chi was actually quite worried. He usually ate casually, noodles, noodles, noodles, and noodles. He looked at the screen again, "Did you draw this?"

"Huh?" Sun Wenqu turned his head and looked at it, "No, I don't have this level, this is... drawn by Li Bowen's father."

"Ah?" Fang Chi was a little surprised.

"My father forced me to learn from him," Sun Wenqu smiled, "his father usually doesn't accept students."

Fang Chi thought for a while before asking again: "You are... the kind of students his father has collected is good?"

"Forget it, compare with Li Bowen," Sun Wenqu said, "Uncle Li is only two students, Li Bowen and me."

Fang Chi was stunned for a moment and looked at him without saying a word.

"What's wrong?" Sun Wenqu also looked at him.

"You two have always had a bad relationship." Fang Chi said.

Sun Wenqu laughed: "Others think we have a good relationship."

"Do you think too?" Fang Chi frowned.

"Me," Sun Wenqu lay down on the sofa, "I often wonder, how much does this kid hate me?"

"If you had slid down from another place that day," Fang Chi turned and entered the kitchen, "at least you would have to break a bone."

Fang Chi felt that Sun Wenqu was a little confused. He didn't even bother with Li Bowen. He was still as if nothing had happened. If he wanted to change him, he would have to beat him up on the spot.

Maybe Sun Wenqu is already snaked and doesn't even want to beat someone up.

"Do you still have a fever?" Fang Chi asked while cutting vegetables.

"The fever subsided in the morning." Sun Wenqu's voice rang behind him.

"Hey!" Fang Chi was startled and turned around and found that the man was leaning against the kitchen door. He didn't know how long he had been standing, "Why are you always like this?"

"Your adaptability is too poor," Sun Wenqu said slowly, "I have adapted to how unpleasant you cook, and you have not adapted to my transformation..."

"Is it very unpalatable?" Fang Chi quickly interrupted him.

Sun Wenqu smiled: "It's not that bad line, but it's almost next to each other."

"...Oh," Fang Chi turned around and continued to cut vegetables, "I thought it was delicious."

"Are you planning to improve your cooking skills?" Sun Wenqu said.

"No," Fang Chi cut the vegetables and put them on the plate, "If you eat, you will endure it, and if you don't eat, you will be hungry."

"Oh," Sun Wenquxiao choked, "This style! Awesome! It's worthy of being a person who sets traps and smashes the thief with blood."

"Hey, that person wouldn't say that the window hurt him and then cause trouble for me, right?" Fang Chi suddenly felt a little worried.

"He dares!" Sun Wenqu tsk.

"Then he dares..." Fang Chi took a sausage and thought while cutting it.

"If you dare, you dare. What you worry about is really strange," Sun Wenqu turned back to the living room. "Don't say he deserves it. Even if you did it on purpose, you'll be fine if you pay some money."

"…Oh." Fang Chi responded.

"I'll pay you if there is not enough money, and then you sign another one..."
To be continued...