Chapter 165
There was a hint of distress in Mrs. Yan's eyes, but after all, she didn't continue to accuse: "Just know what you have in mind."
After Mrs. Yan left, Yan Ji pushed her wheelchair to Yan Xuexiao's side: "Your mother was stimulated at the funeral, and her mood was easily unstable. Thanks to your Uncle Luo for taking care of her, don't worry about her."
Yan Xueyiao hummed softly.
Yan Ji breathed a sigh of relief and was about to say that no matter what, blood is thicker than water, but what he didn't expect was that Yan Xueyiao said, "Part of the equity is still in her hands."
The moment he heard the words, Yan Ji couldn't describe his feelings in words, as if he had seen his grown-up nephew become a different person since he was a child, even his eldest brother had never been like this.
He looked at Yan Xuexiao with a complicated expression, the young man who used to be with the book seemed to have never existed, he sighed: "You have changed."
Yan Ji pushed the wheelchair away, leaving only Yan Xuexiao in the restaurant. He was sitting on the main seat and couldn't see his expression clearly, as if everything was irrelevant.
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Shen Chi took off his headphones and was about to end the live broadcast. Perhaps because of too many uses, the mouse brought from Biancheng to Yancheng failed.
"It's getting cold, it's time to change the mouse"
"I thought something like a mouse would never break."
"The cat is really working hard, tell the address mom to send you a new mouse"
"I'm eighteen, and I've changed from a mom fan to a girlfriend fan. Can I get a boyfriend by sending a mouse!"
"I was about to say that your daughter-in-law is looking at you. Thinking that your daughter-in-law has disappeared for a long time, and only the old man remembers it."
"I'll buy it myself."
Shen Chi turned off the computer directly. The base had an extra mouse, but he was used to using his own peripherals. He left the base and went to a digital store next to Yanda, where he chose a cost-effective mouse.
The digital store is only a few steps away from Huating. The teenager thought about it and walked towards Huating. He took the elevator and opened the door with the key. Yan Xueyiao had not returned.
He was afraid of the beeping sound coming from the microphone, he hesitated for a while to call Yan Xueyiao, and squeezed the phone in his hand tightly.
However, the call was connected within a few seconds of dialing. The phone he clenched slowly relaxed, and he said subconsciously, "You answered so quickly."
"Special concerns are set."
"I don't have anything important." The boy couldn't help but say, "There's no need to be particularly concerned."
"It's necessary." There was a pause on the phone, "I want to receive your call anytime."
Shen Chi, who was holding the phone, pursed his lips, as if a certain part of his heart was filled, with an extraordinarily warm emotion flowing through his body, and suddenly he was no longer afraid that the call would go unanswered.
Just as he was about to ask if he would come back, he heard footsteps behind him. He turned around and saw Yan Xueyiao standing outside the door.
The man was dressed in a dark suit, his face was hidden in the shadows, and his thin lips were tightly pursed into a line, and Ah Pei, who was following behind him, did not dare to step forward.
Sensing that Yan Xuexiao was in a bad mood, the red-haired boy spoke up like a little dog wagging his tail, "I earned 2,000 yuan today, which can cover this month's living expenses."
Yan Xueyiao touched his head and handed him a box.
The young man suddenly had a bad feeling in his heart. He opened the box and found that it was an expensive mouse. He pretended to be calm and asked, "How much is this?"
"Two thousand three."
Hearing the answer, he hugged the box tangled. Although he was very happy to receive the gift, he found that after a hard day's live broadcast, the money he earned turned out to be a negative number. It seems that he will have a good live broadcast tomorrow.
Just as he was bowing his head to cheer himself up, he suddenly heard Yan Xueyiao asking, "Do you think I've changed?"
The young man raised his head sharply, Yan Xuexiao's handsome face fell into his eyes, after looking carefully, she blushed and whispered, "It's getting better."
Chapter 91
A Pei didn't expect the young man to be able to talk like this, and when he felt the coldness of Yan Xuexiao disappear suddenly, he secretly gave the young man a thumbs up in his heart.
Just as he was about to follow Yan Xueyiao into the door, the door was slammed shut. A Pei looked at the closed door with great confusion. Is there anything else he couldn't see?
Shen Chi didn't notice the closing of the door, he just turned around and walked towards the living room, the next second his wrist was held, and he was caught off guard into a familiar embrace.
He froze all over. He found that Yan Xuexiao especially liked to hug him after the reunion. Realizing that the man was in a wrong mood, the teenager hugged Yan Xueyiao and patted it lightly, but he was hugged even tighter, making it hard to breathe.
After a long time, Yan Xuexiao let him go. The man sat on the sofa reading a book, and seemed to have no plans to eat. He lay on the side and said, "Autumn is the best time to eat sweet and sour pork ribs."
Afraid that Yan Xuexiao would not be interested, the teenager looked up the comments in the gourmet newspaper: "The tender ribs are wrapped in a bright and sweet sweet and sour sauce, full of the warmth of early autumn."
Yan Xueyiao quietly closed the book.
"What's wrong?"
He looked up and asked.
"I'll make you sweet and sour pork ribs."
Hidden thoughts were pierced, the tip of the boy's ears flushed red, and he stood up from the sofa: "I'll help you."
Yan Xueyiao walked into the kitchen and looked down at Shen Chi who was busy washing dishes. Even if the people around him started to be afraid of him, his little dog was always wagging his tail to get close to him.
He narrowed his dark eyes, even if he just probed his head to enter the door, he would slowly throw the bait and completely encircle the house, forever belonging to himself.