"Brother Shubai, you are such a living Bodhisattva! Woo wow wow wow wow wow wow wow..."

Zhou Shubai was startled by his sudden hug and tears, and even stuttered when he spoke.

"Damn it, no, you...why are you crying..."

Zou Yi and Pu Zaixi were also shocked-

Although it is very touching, it is not really a cry!

And she burst into tears in a second. What kind of physiological structure is Rong Yuheng!

But Rong Yuheng is indeed a person who is particularly moved, especially now that he is alone and suddenly is cared for. He feels that his delicate nerves are touched.

He cried for a while until the saliva in his mouth was pulled and the light was reflected brightly, then he closed his mouth.

Rong Yuheng raised his hand and wiped his eyes, took the pocket.

The dishes inside are still hot and the packaging is exquisite. You can tell at a glance that they were ordered from a large restaurant.

Zhou Shubai was a little awkward, "You helped me get my luggage today. I just wanted to thank you. I agreed to invite you to Georgian cuisine, which is only more than 400 yuan, not expensive at all."

Three people, “……”

Well, the essence of this stupid show of wealth has not changed.

It was already nine o'clock in the evening when Wen Zewen returned home.

His father Wen Zhongyun is an older generation opera master. After this, he still had a recorder in the living room and sang along.

Wen Zewen listened to a few lines when he passed by. It turned out to be the opera "Dou E's Injustice". The tune turned to Qi Jue, awakening some memories that he originally wanted to be covered with.

Wen Zewen's ears unconsciously heard the faint song "Strange injustice~Strange injustice~Several resentment but it is difficult to relieve fate" and inexplicably matched this opera.

He raised his hand and pressed the temple that was jumping straight, thinking that he was afraid he was not crazy.

The sound of the opera stopped abruptly, and Wen Zhongyun shouted, "Ze Wu, why are you back so late?"

"Director Chen Li's talent show, I'll ask me to serve in the past several classes."

"Oh..." Wen Zhongyun replied slowly, and said, "You have a stern face all the time, the students don't like you, right?"

“………” Wen Zewen.

"What, I was wrong? Could there be any student who is not open to you who likes to come to you?"

A face subconsciously appeared in Wen Zewen's mind, thinking that he was not just open his eyes, but this person was simply indifferent.

"Hmm? Why are you laughing?" Wen Zhongyun suddenly approached in a novel way, and then said confidently, "You have a little secret!"

Wen Zewen reacted and pressed the corner of his mouth, "I didn't laugh." After that, he turned around and walked into the room.

Wen Zhongyun shouted behind him, "It's so ugly" and "I can't stay here if I have a big son!"

The bedroom door closed with a click, isolating the endless screams of an old artist.

Wen Zewen sighed tiredly, changed his clothes and walked into the bathroom with slippers. When he finished taking a shower and packed his things, it was almost twelve o'clock. He still had work tomorrow and had to go to bed.

The bedroom lights turned off with a "bang", and the dark room quickly fell into silence. After about ten minutes, you could only hear even breathing.

...

Three o'clock in the morning.

It is all silent.

Wen Zefeng suddenly woke up from his dream. When he realized that he was awakened by his laughter.

Not to mention how funny it is to wake up by his own laughter, it is incredible that it happened to him, Wen Zewen alone.

Wen Zewen laughed silently for a while and felt a little fresh. He looked at the dark ceiling and recalled it carefully.
Chapter completed!