Hearing this, Xiao Fan's face changed slightly, turned around, looked at Wen Yiqian, and his indifferent gaze made Wen Yiqian's heart feel apprehensive, as if what he said just now was a little too heavy.

"Miss Wen Yiqian, may I ask, what is my relationship with you? What reason do you have to restrict my freedom, you have to say to Allure, the mouth grows on your body, and I will not stop you. Xiao Fan looked at Wen Yiqian and said coldly.

When the words fell, Xiao Fan slammed the door and left.

When he came to the outside room, listening to Wen Yiqian's crying, Xiao Fan's heart softened slightly, and it seemed that his tone was a little too heavy.

Xiao Fan calmed down his emotions, looked at Mother Wen, nodded, and walked outside.

Mother Wen looked at Xiao Fan's face and realized what was happening.

came to Wen Yiqian's bedroom, but saw her daughter crying pitifully.

"Yiqian, tell Mom, did he bully you, my poor daughter." Mother Wen looked at Wen Yiqian's heart-rending crying, her heart softened, and she also cried.

"Mom, let's get out of here tomorrow, he doesn't love me, he really doesn't love me." Wen Yiqian leaned on her mother's arms and couldn't cry.

"Tell Mom, what's going on?" Mother Wen looked at Wen Yiqian and said softly.

Wen Yiqian's eyes were red, and she recounted what happened just now to her mother as it was, but Xiao Fan's words were too heavy, "Miss Wen Yiqian, what do I have to do with you?" What reason do you have to restrict my freedom? This is simply Xiao Fan's denial of her, Xiao Fan disregarded her intentions.

She's just playing a little trick, how can Xiao Fan do this to herself?

Wen Yiqian cried.

"Silly daughter," Mother Wen stroked Wen Yiqian's long hair.

"Man, the most taboo thing is to be pampered and arrogant, Yiqian, what you did just now is not right." Mother Wen softly comforted.

"But how could he talk to me like that?" Wen Yiqian bit her lip and muttered in a low voice.

"He is trampling on my love for him, how can he do this to me?" Wen Yiqian said with tears in her eyes.

"yes, that's a bit excessive." Mother Wen nodded and said.

"Let's leave tomorrow, I'd rather not love than choose humble love." Wen Yiqian looked at Wen's mother and said, she almost let go of everything in front of that man, but in the end, it was his ruthless serious injury, Wen Yiqian's heart was cold, cold as ice, at this moment she desperately wanted to escape from this man's side, she wanted to break free from the nightmare he gave her, he gave her rebirth, and finally ruthlessly pushed her into the abyss.

"Okay, you are your mother's life, wherever you go, your mother will go with you." Mother Wen said to Wen Yiqian with tears in her eyes.

Leaving the house, Xiao Fan was inexplicably a little annoyed.

Wen Yiqian is indeed suspected of being pampered and arrogant, "It's just that my own words are heavier after all." Xiao Fan turned to look at the villa, and a subtle remorse flashed in his eyes.

"If you want to explain at this time, I'm afraid she won't listen to it." Xiao Fan laughed to himself.

But it was dispelled to go back.

Xiao Fan went straight to the snack street that he had visited with Ye Tingcheng that day.

The man, however, is still there.

There was a faint smile on the corner of Xiao Fan's mouth, and he appeared in front of the person, dressed the same, but when he saw Xiao Fan, the man picked up the bowl on the ground, "Boy, you are still here, are you really too good to bully Lao Tzu?" The man looked at Xiao Fan and said angrily.

Xiao Fan looked at the man and smiled faintly, "Isn't today's harvest good?" Xiao Fan said with a smile, not taking his words to heart.

"yes, the harvest isn't good, so don't worry about it?" There was a pleading look on the man's face.

Xiao Fan looked at the man in front of him who was not confused, his changing face was worthy of being a guy in the market, but he interpreted the posture of the little person to the fullest.

"Is Uncle like that?" Xiao Fan pouted.

"Tell you, Uncle is here to pay back the money today." Xiao Fan raised his head and said.

"Pay it back, okay." The man grinned, tilted his head, and looked at Xiao Fan.

Xiao Fan slowly took out a hundred-yuan bill from his pocket and handed it to the man.

"Uncle, you are so bright." The man grinned and said without a hint.

Xiao Fan pursed his lips when he heard this, but he had insight into this guy's face, "Open up a fart, looking for money, ninety-three yuan, not a single one." Xiao Fan said with a smile.

"Ah," the man said, his mouth open.

immediately picked up the rice bowl, took the guy, and under the gaze of Xiao Fan, he didn't take the crutches that his face was usually carrying, and ran away.

Xiao Fan looked at the back of the man leaving, and the corners of his mouth hooked up a playful smile, but he didn't chase it, "How can his money be so easy to take." ”

For so many years, he has taken advantage of others, and he has never suffered a loss.

After the figure of the man disappeared from Xiao Fan's sight, Xiao Fan turned around and left with a smile.

There are beautiful women waiting, how can Xiao Fan have the heart to talk nonsense with an uncle who is not confused.

In a corner, the man stopped his footsteps, and saw that Xiao Fan's figure did not chase after him, but he was slightly relieved.

I touched my pocket, the money was still there, and I was surprised that after running so far, the man didn't see any breathlessness.

took out the hundred-yuan bill from his pocket, "Haha, it is rumored that you are wise and close to demons, and you are not taken advantage of by Lao Tzu today." The man smiled.

However, it feels like the money is a little easier.

Flipping over the front, there is a line of words on the back.

"Uncle has long expected you to be like this, today, I won't look for you, he can't solve it for ninety-three yuan a day."

The smugness between Xiao Fan's words is undoubtedly leaky.

And what made the man angry the most was that this guy actually called himself uncle.

The middle-aged man took a sip and cursed, but he put the money in his arms.

"This kid is too cunning." The man looked indignant, and his sunglasses had been put into the broken bag he was carrying.

"However, this favor is indebted." The corners of the middle-aged man's mouth hooked up with a touch of bitterness, and he muttered in a low voice. You know, money is a good thing, but it's not so easy.

The man walked into the community, turned around twice, and was slightly relieved to make sure that no one was following.

"It seems that the kid didn't come with him, and he is not bad." The man muttered under his breath.

Walking into the building, I rang the doorbell, but the door was opened by a middle-aged woman with a graceful demeanor, with a faint smile on her face, and took the broken bag in the man's hand, "Why did you come back so early today, I haven't had to cook," the woman's voice was soft, but with a Beijing accent.

"Didn't I tell you, eat by yourself first, don't wait for me, outside, I can't be hungry for myself." The man said softly.