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This night was really unlucky for Wen Yang.
Wen Yu, who spends six months of the year as a trapeze man, is actually at home. This man known for his iron-blooded methods in the business field doesn't understand what it means to be soft-hearted, even his only son is no exception.
At this time, the half-turned financial magazine was put on the coffee table. He glanced at the disheveled boy and said lightly, "Did you fight?"
"En." Wen Yang was noncommittal.
Wen Yu didn't even ask the reason, and said straightforwardly: "Go and reflect."
Hearing what his father said, he was not surprised. He put down his schoolbag with a cold face, and walked directly to the small ancestral hall on the first floor, but before he could take a step, the oncoming woman held her hand tightly.
"Excuse me!" Mrs. Wen rushed out like a savior, glaring at her husband angrily: "Wen Shenjin, didn't you see that your son was injured?"
Wen Yu's face was serious: "He didn't break his limbs, he just told him to face the wall and think about his mistakes."
Listen, this is the thinking of the Wen family man. Mrs. Wen felt that it was so miserable. The grandson of Wen's patriarch, who was passed down for three generations, didn't have a bite of food, and went home with a bloody head, yet he was still punished.
Yaoshou! No wonder the descendants of the Wen family were raised as cold-blooded animals.
"I don't care, I don't listen, I don't allow it." Mrs. Wen finished three times, looked at the gauze on her son's head, and said with some distress: "Is it serious? Is there a big hole?"
Wen Yang Ren's mother held his face and looked at it, with a helpless tone: "Mom, I only had three stitches."
Wen Yu nodded, with an expression of "I'll just say it's okay".
Mrs. Wen didn't bother to pay attention to him, she pulled her son to sit down, worried: "You are like your father, you have a bad personality, you can only see one face, now that you are disfigured, will anyone still like you?"
"" Wen Yu, who was called out by his wife for having a bad personality, could only silently pick up the magazine and continue reading.
Wen Yang didn't bother to explain so much, took off his coat, and put on the clean clothes handed over by the servant.
Mrs. Wen suddenly thought of something, and ambiguously nudged her son with her elbow: "By the way, who is the girl with you?"
When Fu Sasa was mentioned, Young Master Wen's face darkened, and he said firmly, "It's a nurse."
boring.
Didn't find gossip, Mrs. Wen changed the direction again, and sighed to her husband: "Even if it was you, you could receive love letters every day, why is Linzhou so unpopular with girls?"
Since elementary school, her son has never brought home a gift from a little girl. This shouldn't be true. After all, he is also a school grass-level figure, or does it mean that the little girl's aesthetics have changed now?
Mrs. Wen couldn't figure it out, but she couldn't think of it. It wasn't that there were no gifts, and it wasn't that there were no love letters, but they were all rejected by Wen Yang ruthlessly.
Unable to resist his wife's strange questions, Wen Yu stood up, pointed to his son and said, "Did you win? If you win, copy the family training ten times. If you don't win, go kneel for half an hour."
This is already extraordinarily merciful.
Wen Yang thought impassively, what if half of the calls were made by the city management? Speaking of which, if Fu Sasha hadn't hugged him and got a bottle of wine, how could he have been unable to deal with the gangsters for so long?
So it's barely a win.
So he tacitly copied the family instructions, and Mrs. Wen was dragged back to the room by Wen Yu, only in time to ask the aunt to cook some porridge to pad his son's stomach.
In the study room, the red sandalwood table is covered with rice paper, and the "Wen's Family Instructions" that has turned yellow for many years is placed on the ancient book stand. He holds a brush in his hand, dips a little inkstone ink, and writes down with his wrist hanging .
I have copied it hundreds of times in the past, even with my eyes closed, but this night, when he copied "You must not lose your benevolence, you must not abandon etiquette, and you must never forget meditation", the ink on the tip of the pen dripped down, and the black Youyou is rendered abruptly on the paper.
Suddenly, the girl's answer came back to her mind¡ª¡ª
"If I don't like you, unless you kiss me now."
¡¡Neuropathy.
Wen Yang stopped writing, and it was rare for him to be superstitious, whether he was driven into a hurry by that stalker, and recently he was irritable and irritable, and even his ancestors came to warn him.
Then, he felt that his thoughts were ridiculous. When will he be affected by irrelevant people?
The mobile phone placed aside vibrated, and he glanced at it. It was a message from an unfamiliar number. After clicking on it, all the calm buffs brought about by the family training and rules disappeared.
theOrder: "Couple package."
The staff made popcorn and Coke, then pulled out a pink card and handed it over as if by magic, "The little girl is very lucky."
"Ah?" Fu Sasha took the card and found that it was a philatelic card with five frames on it. The first frame was already occupied by a love sticker. She turned it over again, and there was a theater QR code printed on the back.
"You are the 300th customer who bought a couple package today. According to the regulations of our theater, you can enjoy the couple package four times for free. After this card is filled with love, upload the photos of you and your boyfriend to the customer service lady , and get imax premiere tickets.¡±
Is there such a good thing? !
When Fu Sasa was in junior high school, she was obsessed with the dream of huge pocket money. She persisted in buying lottery tickets for a semester, but in the end she didn't even win a two-yuan consolation prize.
It seems that Wen Yang is indeed her lucky man. With such exciting thoughts in mind, Fu Sasa quietly pushed open the door of the Hundred Flowers Hall.
It was pitch black inside, only the big screen flickered, and there was a hail of bullets on it, showing the heroic deeds of our revolutionary predecessors. She marched with the background music of cannons and tanks, feeling inexplicably disturbed.
There was an empty seat in the middle of the sixth row, and the distance between the seats in the movie theater was not too far. Fu Sasa was holding a large bucket of popcorn and drinks in her arms, and was afraid of affecting others watching the movie, so she had to bend over and walk cautiously.
The moment her butt finally touched the soft chair, she was sweating a little. After calming down her heartbeat a little, she mustered up the courage to quickly put the Coke in the cup holder of the person next door. The other person hesitated for a moment, picked it up and took a sip.
At this time, the ancestors in the movie had already broken into the enemy's bunker, shouting: "Comrades, the dawn of victory is near."
That's right, it's close at hand. Fu Sasa nodded violently in her heart, and took a deep breath. She turned her face slightly calmly, and the person beside her was wearing a hood, so she couldn't see her face, but her figure was the same as Wen Yang's.
Uhdoes the sport coat he was wearing just now have a hat?
Fu Sasa was a little dazed, and tried to lower his head to identify his shoes.
It's black and the same color, don't worry. She breathed a sigh of relief, and handed over the popcorn fawningly. The man reached out and grabbed a handful quite naturally.
Fu Sasa thought wretchedly, you give me a hand, and at the end of the day, when I'm almost done eating, my two hands will be able to intertwine in the popcorn bucket without anyone noticing
In order to achieve the goal as soon as possible, she ate very fast, and the people around her didn't know whether they were extremely hungry or afraid of being eaten by her, so they also tried their best to stuff them into their mouths.
Fortunately, this is a super-sized popcorn, enough to last for a while. Fu Sasa didn't want the charming atmosphere to turn into a big appetite competition, so she slowed down first, so that the other party would no longer gobble it up seeing her like this.
It's just that the originally planned scene of holding hands didn't have a chance to come true. The man became very disciplined, and he would only reach out after she finished taking one.
Fu Sasa was so anxious that she saw the ending song of the movie playing, she couldn't bear it any longer, and tentatively touched the other person's hand on his lap.
Unexpectedly, he reacted greatly and stood up with a bang. At this moment, the lights at the end of the venue were also turned on, he took off his hat, pointed at the orchid and complained: "You actually took advantage of me!"
Damn, who is this? ! Fu Sasa looked at the evenly distributed face with pimples in shock, unable to argue.
The boy with acne still complained angrily in the gay room: "Hmph, I knew there were no free snacks in the world, and it's cheaper than you, a female rascal." After finishing speaking, he stomped his feet exaggeratedly and ran away.
The surrounding students roared with laughter. Several people in the experimental class whispered: "These two are not from our class, right?"
"That's right, that woman seems to be chasing God, and she has moved on so quickly?"
Listening to the gossip, Fu Sasa felt ashamed and wished she could disappear in this world immediately.
At the same moment, low laughter came from the last two rows of the cinema. Master Wen put the back of his hand to his lips, enduring it very hard.
"Hey, God Yang, what is it that makes you so happy?" The students around me couldn't figure it out. For such a heroic and majestic movie, it's not bad if you don't cry.
"It's nothing." Wen Yang put away her smile, and her eyes fell on the red-faced girl walking out. She almost hid her face and fled. The sweater coat slipped to her shoulders, and her long hair that was originally loose became frizzy. It's not the petite and weak type, but it looks a little pitiful at this time.
Adolescent boys and girls who don't know the severity have been pointing at her, sympathizing, curious, ridiculing, and ridiculing.
These voices are intertwined and are extremely piercing.
He frowned, stared at her for a while, and slowly looked away after the figure disappeared. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com)??, slowly retracted his gaze. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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