Very relieved.

Sun Wenqu rolled back to the sofa, turned the TV louder, and put his legs comfortably on, waiting for the food delivery to come.

I knew I would only order one.

Take out the extra portion and feed the stray cats later.

Sun Wenqu yawned and was sleepy before he could eat. He was quite tired during this free day.

In fact, he was not surprised that Fang Chi would turn his head and leave. Although he had to bargain with him at all, he would not bargain with him again... He just looked at Fang Chi's expression of homosexuality and probably wouldn't agree.

It’s better to agree. It’s not as interesting as having time to do it once.

After reading the news for more than ten minutes, the doorbell was ringed.

This time it should be a food delivery. Sun Wenqu got up and went to the door to open the courtyard and room doors.

When he saw the person walking in from outside the yard, he was stunned.

One is a deliveryman wearing a uniform and carrying two stacks of lunch boxes, and the other... is Fang Chi.

"You..." Sun Wenqu couldn't help but twitch.

Fang Chi didn't say anything, lowered his head and squeezed into the room from him.

"Sir, are you the food you ordered?" The deliveryman took out a list and waited to collect the money.

After the delivery man left, Sun Wenqu closed the door and put the lunch box on the coffee table. Fang Chi stood back to the position he had been standing before.

"Eat and leave?" Sun Wenqu looked at him, opened the lunch box and looked at it. When he smelled it, he felt that he had no appetite.

"Why do I have to write IOUs and... those messy ones?" Fang Chi said.

"Because I can't trust Fang...your mother," Sun Wenqu closed the lunch box and sat back on the sofa. "She would definitely agree to any IOU or any conditions, and then it was gone."

"I can do this too." Fang Chi looked at him.

"Then whatever you want, you can leave." Sun Wenqu laughed, looking at the TV, and stopped talking.

It’s not only clear what Fang Ying is like, but Fang Chi is different. You can tell that his life is much more normal than Fang Ying. As for why these two people are together, Sun Wenqu is too lazy to think about it carefully.

Now Fang Chi will come to "borrow" money for Fang Ying, maybe because of the deep love between mother and son, maybe because... if Fang Chi had not left and came back, he was not sure, but now he could almost guess that if he couldn't get the money, he might have trouble.

"Then your conditions," Fang Chi paused before asking again, "Why."

"No," Sun Wenqu put away his smile, his voice a little cold, "Tell you how to be a human being."

After feeling Fang Chi's unpleasant gaze, he laughed happily again: "Practice the way for the people to eliminate harm and torture the liar, Fang Ying is helpless. If you take some medicine, you may be able to reflect on your life."

Fang Chi's eyebrows were twisted.

"Why, don't accept it?" Sun Wenqu stretched, "I'm so upright and selfless."

"I'm going to take the money and refuse to admit it." Fang Chi said.

"You can try it." Sun Wenqu said with a smile.

Neither of them spoke anymore, and there was only the sound of TV in the room.

Sun Wenqu didn't care about him. When he went into the kitchen to take his chopsticks, sat down and put a few mouthfuls, Fang Chi finally spoke: "Okay."

"Agree?" Sun Wenqu said.

"Well, but you... can't go too far." Fang Chi said.

"This cannot be guaranteed." Sun Wenqu said very simply.

Fang Chi moved, Sun Wenqu glanced at him, feeling that the boy wanted to pounce on him and punch him twice, but after holding it in for a long time, he only said one sentence: "When will I give the money?"

Sun Wenqu took paper and pen from the drawer and threw it on the coffee table: "Write the IOU."

After Sun Wenqu’s family came out, Fang Chi had no idea how to vent his anger. He kicked four or five garbage cans along the way without kicking out the anger that was blocked in his throat.

If those people hadn't contacted Shang Fangying once, they would have blocked his school gate and reported his address. If he hadn't been afraid that this would make a big deal and let his already sick grandmother know that she couldn't bear it. If Fang Ying hadn't been begging him and said that there was a way to raise all the money, but it would take three months, he wouldn't have come to Sun Wenqu.

Sun Wenqu's proud expression made people want to just pick a stick and hit him in the face one hundred and eight thousand times.

When the phone rang, Fang Chi kicked over another trash can.

"Xiao Chi..." Fang Ying's voice came from the phone as soon as it was answered.

"I'll give you the money tomorrow, and write the IOU," Fang Chi suppressed his anger, "If you can't pay it back in three months, you can go to jail."

"Borrowed?" Fang Ying shouted in surprise, "I knew you could have a way! Ask who borrowed it?"

"You don't have to worry about it," Fang Chi gritted his teeth, "Have you heard what I said clearly?"

"I heard it clearly, I heard it clearly," Fang Ying said in a series of words, "I will write an IOU right away and wait for you tomorrow. No, I will send it to you."

"I'll get it," said Fang Chi, "I can't get it for three months. You go to jail. If you dare to run away, it's better to bring Xiaoguo with you, or I..."

Xiaoguo was probably Fang Ying’s only weakness. She immediately said: “I will definitely, I will definitely return it to you. Sister Xiaochi, thank you. Sister is not a thing, but I have never cheated her family. I will definitely…”

"Okay." Fang Chi said, hung up the phone.

The next morning, before 7 o'clock, Fang Chi went to Sun Wenqu's house. He had to sign the fucking thing that cleaned the house, cleaned the laundry and cooked to get the money.

It was probably a bit early, and the doorbell was pressed for almost ten minutes, and the dogs in the neighbor's yard were all barking out of asthma. Sun Wenqu was naked and wearing pajama pants and looked unhappy and opened the door.

"What time?" Sun Wenqu's voice was still filled with a nasal voice that he had not woken up, "It's so active to sign a contract to sell your body..."

"I still have to attend class," said Fang Chi.

"Class?" Sun Wenqu curled his lips and asked casually when he turned around, "What grade?"

"The second grade of junior high school." Fang Chi answered without thinking.

"Yo," Sun Wenqu turned around, "the reaction was quite fast."

Fang Chi didn't say anything.

When Sun Wenqu walked into the house, he could see his tattoo on the waist of his pajamas. He couldn't tell what he was talking about, but Sun Wenqu's skin was quite white and his tattoo was very conspicuous...

Fang Chi quickly moved his eyes away from his waist.

There was a piece of paper with words written on the coffee table. He picked it up and looked at it. It was probably this thing, with the words "Service Contract" written on it.

A shit service contract!

But what surprised Fang Chi was that Sun Wenqu’s writing was really beautiful, stretched and powerful, looking like a copybook.

Fang Ying said that when she asked Sun Wenqu for anything she wanted to write in the school, he thought it was bragging...

People with this virtue have simply ruined such good words.

"That's it," Sun Wenqu put on a pajama and came out of the bedroom, holding a paper bag in his hand, "Sign it."

"Where is the money?" Fang Chi asked.

Sun Wenqu threw the paper bag in front of him: "Hurry up, I still have to sleep."

Fang Chi sat on the sofa, took the paper bag and opened it. There were piles of money inside. He counted it, and it happened to be ten, so he got the "service contract" and started looking.

There is not much content, mainly what I said yesterday, and there are brackets, which say that the service items are increased as needed. Fang Chi frowned, and then down to the deadline.

But when he saw the last line, he was stunned again and looked up at Sun Wenqu: "Is there still a salary?"

"It's a contract after all," Sun Wenqu said while holding a cup while drinking water, "If you don't pay, you have to write a contract for selling your body, do you have to change it?"

Fang Chi was silent for a few seconds, lowered his head and signed his name below, and handed the paper to Sun Wenqu.

"Oh," Sun Wenqu took the paper and looked at it, "and didn't even have the courage to take a second look."

"Just close your eyes," said Fang Chi.

After Sun Wenqu signed the name, he entered another room, which should be the study room. When he opened the door, Fang Chi took a look inside. The bookcases on both walls were full of books.

I also saw the pen holder on the desk in the middle and several framed words hanging on the wall. Is it really written in brush words?

"I will take the original, I will give you a copy." Sun Wenqu walked out and gave him the copied one.

"It doesn't matter whether I want it or not." Fang Chi was confused when he saw the four words "service contract". He didn't want to touch this thing at all.

"No," Sun Wenqu poured it against the sofa next to him and smiled, "Do you do what you want me to change the content quietly and add a escort to sleep?"

Fang Chi jumped up as if he was stabbed, grabbed the piece of paper and walked towards the door.

"Oh, leave me one phone number," Sun Wenqu pointed to the cell phone on the coffee table.

Fang Chi turned around and came back, took his phone and pressed his number: "Let's start tomorrow, I have a lot to do today."

"That's not necessarily true, it depends on my mood." Sun Wenqu yawned.

Fang Chi glanced at him, turned around and walked out.

"Study hard and be up every day, son--" Sun Wenqu shouted with a smile, "Give your father some excitement!"

After dealing with the money, Fang Chi was not in the mood to care about Fang Ying's bandaged hands, and turned around and rushed to school.

When I climbed into the school from the wall, the first class had passed, and the second class had been held for ten minutes, and the second class was still the class of the class teacher Lao Li.

Fang Chi shook at the back door of the classroom for a long time, and while Lao Li was writing on the blackboard, he quickly slipped into the classroom.

"Fang Chi, come to my office later." Old Li said while writing without even turning his head.
To be continued...