Before dawn, Zhuo Guoqiang got up, leaned on the door of the West House and listened, then opened the door of the hall and went out to make breakfast for Zhou Fan.

Zhou Fan woke up a long time ago, but she didn't get up, for fear of affecting Yingying's sleep, she slept too late at night, and with the child by her side, she definitely didn't sleep well.

Gently put my son's little hand aside, unplugged the charger, sat up, checked the things that had been packed again, folded the child's clothes with my own change, and put them aside.

The mobile phone lit up, and Zhou Fan picked it up and looked at the message sent by Bian Xuejun.

[Today's trip to Shanghai, what time is the bus]

Zhou Fan replied to him [around six o'clock]

[I have something to do and go to Shanghai, I will go with you, I have already arrived in your town, what breakfast to eat, I will bring it to you]

Did he do it on purpose? Or do you really have something to do in Shanghai? Zhou Fan can't figure it out?

[Light, I don't like greasy]

After Zhou Fan sent the message, he began to get dressed, his best set of clothes, he was reluctant to wear it, and he deliberately took it out last night.

The patch pants in my mother's mouth, there are two large pockets on both sides of the thighs, and there are metal products on them, and there is velvet inside the pants, and the outside is a non-wet fabric, and there is also elasticity, which is very comfortable to wear on the body, especially when working outside, windproof and waterproof and warm.

The dagger was grazed over and over again, shiny enough to be seen in a mirror, inserted into the leather of the knife, and on the side there was a thick metal chain buckle, which hung from the belt, forming a different ornament.

A long-sleeved shirt, a windproof jacket over it, a military boot that my uncle bought, and a shoelace fastening, and I was ready to go.

Zhou Ying flipped over, looked up and saw Zhou Fan lying on the pillow again, his sleepy eyes could barely be opened.

While the child was still sleeping, he quickly washed the clothes he had changed last night, and the time passed so fast, and ten minutes passed in a blink of an eye.

The birds are singing very early, and the chickens and ducks at home have not started to make sounds, and they have been singing for a long time.

Dongfang was slightly bright, drying good clothes, Zhou Ying rubbed his eyes and got up.

"Sister, I'm going to change my toothbrush, and my hair is flying"

"There's another one in the drawer, you study hard at home, don't be picky and disgusted with this and that, I put pocket money in the drawer, and I have nothing to buy junk food to eat"

"Early in the morning, why are you the same as your mother?"

Zhou Fan patted Zhou Ying's head, leaned over to her and said, "Just now Bian Xuejun sent me a message saying that he is also going to Shanghai, come with me, do you think he is a little too positive?" ”

"Really? This is great, I am optimistic that you will be with him, if you two can make a couple, then your parents will be crazy, I will tell my father to go now."

Before the mouthful of toothpaste foam was wiped off, she ran to the kitchen and told Zhuo Guoqiang crookedly about Bian Xuejun, how optimistic about him is?

Zhou Fan packed the things, stuffed them into the backpack, and saw that the child was still sleeping, so he couldn't wake up his son directly, get dressed and leave.

The son rubbed his eyes, both eyes turned into double eyelids, and he sat on Zhou Fan's lap, sleepily closing his eyes.

"Son, wake up, let's go"

“……”

Hehe! The son was so sleepy that he didn't want to, he didn't say a word, and fell asleep again in Zhou Fan's arms.

Zhuo Guoqiang took the burning stick, ran into the room, and asked with a smile, "Really?" Xuejun really told you that he also went to Shanghai."

"Well, now you can put your heart in your stomach"

Zhuo Guoqiang nodded, now he was a lot relieved, at least there was someone to take care of on the road, and there was someone to talk to.

"Dad, you have time to see my mother and the child, bring something for my aunt, don't go empty-handed"

Zhou Fan held the child in his arms, put on his clothes, hats, shoes and socks, and carried a backpack, everything was ready.

"I know, go back, your aunt asked me to bring it back, and bring me a bunch of it, it's all your favorite food, I'm worried about you, and when you come back to see her, you haven't been there yet"

"Alright! I'm gone, take care of Yingying, call me if something"

Zhuo Guoqiang took the key to open the door, Zhou Fan held the child, Zhou Ying flattened his mouth, reluctant to let Zhou Fan go.

Hong Yu sat on the hood of the car, and as soon as he saw Zhou Fan coming out, he immediately greeted him.

"Hurry up, drop by"

said that it was about six o'clock, and it was only half past five when it was standing, which was already early enough, how could it be fast?

"If you have something to call, the surname is Hong, don't be my family and bully my daughter"

"The surname is Hong, let me tell you, if my sister doesn't come back for a week, I'll kill her"

Zhou Fan sat in the car with the child in his arms, he couldn't listen to anything, at this moment he was probably tired and hungry, where did the eldest young master suffer such a crime.

"Gone"

Hong Yu kept looking at Zhou Fan, too lazy to look at the people outside, it had been too long to wait for this moment, and he could finally go home.

The car started and drove far away, and Zhuo Guoqiang was still following behind, waving his hand constantly.

Zhou Fan's heart was broken when he saw it, his mother was worried, and the same was true for his father, 10,000 reluctant, but what could he do? What should come will always come, and you can't hide from it.

No one said a word along the way, Zhou Fan just hugged his sleeping son, closed his eyes and rested for a while, almost not asleep at night, thinking about the west, thinking about the past, and at the same time thinking about what might happen in the next few days.

The car was rented, and in the car wash next to the station, the mobile phone in Zhou Fan's pocket was vibrating, and he hugged his son vertically, touched the mobile phone in his pocket and answered the call, "Mr. Bian, I'm at the station"

"I'll be there soon, too"

Zhou Fan hung up the phone, Hong Yu put his ear next to Zhou Fan's mobile phone and listened to whose call she answered.

"Childish, why are you like this?"

"If you don't want to do it, don't answer, don't be deceived by scammers, and help give money to the people"

That's better than you, tyrant ruler, who cares about you?

The black car was parked on the side of the road, and Bian Xuejun got out of the car early and waved at Zhou Fan.

"Boss, this is the person who went on a blind date with my sister-in-law, the one who sells mobile phones"

"Dare to come out with this virtue, just jump into the toilet and commit suicide"

Bian Xuejun took out a suitcase and a backpack from the trunk, and after lying on the car window and saying a few words, he came to Zhou Fan's side and said, "My friend, Gu Wei, sells computers in the town, and we used to work together in Dongguan."

"Really? There are two keys in my notebook that have been picked off by the child, and when I come back, I will take them and ask him to help me get them."

"In a word, I didn't have breakfast! I bought soy milk buns, you eat some, there is motion sickness medicine in the bag, you will eat another one later, I also bought motion sickness stickers for the child"

It's really careful, they all say that the Northeast old men are five big and three rough, and they are all machismo, what's going on with this Bian Xuejun? How can a typical considerate and caring man get divorced? Is there a better man than this man?

He is not tall, a lot shorter than Hong Yu, his belly is slightly bulging, more than forty, much worse than Hong Yu, Hong Yu has no fat on his stomach, he has a straight face every day, and Bian Xuejun is always smiling, looking at him is much more comfortable.

"I'll hold the child, you eat some cushion stomach first, it's not okay to be hungry in the car, my mother said let your parents follow you, and take the child to see at my house when you have time, they recently got a mahjong parlor, a group of old men and old ladies, but it's lively"

Bian Xuejun took the child on Zhou Fan's shoulder and held it in his arms, Zhou Fan shook his arm, a little numb.

Hong Yu was half dead angry, looked at the time on his watch and asked, "I said that the car was six o'clock, why haven't you arrived yet?" ”

"Along the way, you have to take people on the road, and there may be discrepancies in time"

Meat buns, what Zhou Fan likes, is that soy milk is not his liking, but it's okay, it's not too sweet and acceptable.

Bian Xuejun shook gently, the posture of holding the child was very good, he was better than himself, and his son slept in his arms, and he also slept very peacefully.

On the bus, Zhou Fan thought that he would get into the taxi first, and then go to the train station, which took a long time on the road, but it was okay to save a lot of time.

The luggage was placed below, Zhou Fan's backpack Bian Xuejun carried her into the car, the sleeper car, it was still up and down, it was quite clean, even the shoes had to be packed in a convenient bag, Bian Xuejun helped put Zhou Fan's boots and put them aside.

There was no one in the car, Hong Yu's people, plus Zhou Fan and Bian Xuejun, suddenly the sleeper car was a lot more lively.

Zhou Fan found a window, took the child in Bian Xuejun's arms, patted his little face and said, "Son, can you wake up?" Is it OK to eat something and then sleep? ”

"Don't"

The son continued to sleep with his eyes closed, Bian Xuejun put his luggage on his seat, took out a laptop from his bag, opened it and said, "There are cartoons, do you want to watch them while eating?" ”

The temptation was too great, and the son could stand it, rubbing his eyes, sitting up, opening his eyes, and looking at everything around him with a frightened expression, especially when he saw Hong Yu's stinky face, he immediately hid in Zhou Fan's arms.

"It's not my son, it's not like me at all" Hong Yu roared again, and then he lay down on the sleeper, holding his clothes over his head.

"Is it necessary for me to make a trip?" Zhou Fan took the opportunity to ask him

"Go, must go"

The son had breakfast with Bian Xuejun and watched cartoons, Bian Xuejun handed the mineral water and motion sickness medicine to Zhou Fan and said, "Eat, sleep, child, I watch, did you not sleep last night, your eyes are bloodshot"

Tossing in the middle of the night, there are people waiting at the door of the house, and no one can sleep.

"Thanks, by the way, what are you going to Shanghai for?"

"My girl, I talked about a boyfriend, let me go and have a look, I haven't been willing to let her stay outside, isn't this just in time? Just thinking that you two will also go to Shanghai, I will surprise her and see how far she has developed with that man? ”

An impeccable man, if he really wants to, if he doesn't dislike being married, and has three children, he can marry him himself.

"Mr. Bian, I want to know what you think of me?"

"I heard Wang Dongyu say a lot of things about you, on the one hand, to understand more about your situation, but what I like the most is your character, straightforward, bold and careful, and you are good-looking, white and clean not like the people I knew before, you draw eyebrows and powder, and some even use knives on your face, it's too scary"

Plastic surgery, some high-income people in the current society can afford to consume, how much courage to dare to go, I am unwilling.

"Plastic surgery is very popular in Korea, how many celebrities and big names have plastic surgery, and men also have plastic surgery, not just women"

Hong Yu changed the bunk for Huang Mao, leaned against Zhou Fan's head, and lay down.

"I like you like this, not pretentious, not hypocritical, true"

"She's my wife, it has nothing to do with you, don't talk less, don't be beaten all over the ground looking for teeth" Hong Yu closed his eyes and said, reaching out and patting Zhou Fan's head.

"But she's unmarried, please figure this out"

"Smack......

Two red marriage certificates, threw them on Bian Xuejun's computer, and said, "She's fake, I'm real."

Bian Xuejun looked at the marriage certificate, threw it back to him and said, "It's your responsibility to fail to take care of her, since you can't give her happiness, why don't you let go and let me take care of her, it's not so much that the child is not yours, so why care?" I would like to be the father of this child."

"I ...... I...... I want you to take care of it."

I hope you let go, and there will be no more relationships, bridge to bridge, road to road, isn't it better?

Hong Yu grabbed Zhou Fan's arm, stared at Bian Xuejun with big eyes, and said viciously, "I don't like to use knives, do you?" Then let you see this."

The sleeves were rolled up, and the tattoos on the arms were completely exposed.

Zhou Fan turned his head to look at Bian Xuejun's expression, and began to have strange changes, and then looked at his son who was watching the computer on the side, and also looked at the tattoo on his arm in horror, and his mouth was so frightened that his mouth was flattened.

"There are other parts of the body too, do you want to see it?"

Fuck off, what can a few tattoos represent?

"Wow......" Moon cried out in fright

"Smack......

The crisp slap hit Hong Yu in the face, pulled up his sleeves, and said coldly, "I've endured enough"

"You dare to hit me!" Hong Yu touched his face and shouted

"It's you who hit you, what's wrong, am I really a bully? I'm no longer the same person I used to be, rubbed and abused by you, cornered by you"

Squatted down and hugged his son, but his son did push Zhou Fan's hand away and didn't let her touch it.

Does my son dislike the tattoo on his arm? Or was it just scared?

I never felt that the tattoo on my arm was a burden, but at this moment I wanted to peel off this layer of skin.

Hong Yu was angry to death, and Zhou Fan was not angry, each with a cold face, sitting on his sleeper seat, back to back.

No one in the carriage dared to speak, even the attendants were silent, holding the ticket holders, staring at them blankly, and forgetting to ask them for ticket money.