"Come and drink chicken soup to replenish qi and blood, I specially boiled it for you."

"Thank you, Aunt Wen."

Shen Qianzi, who had stayed up all night, looked very bad, and she was a little hungry.

Aunt Wen knows that people who engage in artistic creation have very strange habits, as if they still need inspiration.

The inspiration is magical, and the time and place of its appearance are not specific, so she did not comment on or dissuade Shen Qianzi's habit of staying up late to paint.

She glanced at Shen Qianzi's painting.

A suppressed breath came to the face, as if it was choked by a pair of hands from hell, making people breathless.

The painting is too dark.

She only glanced at it and didn't dare to look at it again, "The school has already asked for leave, you hurry up and go to bed now, your face is too bad." ”

"Hmm."

Shen Qianzi covered the drawing board, and simply cleaned up to catch up on sleep.

……

"I'm sorry, sir, we don't have the space you need."

"Sir, it's a misfortune that you're a step late, and our last house has just been rented out."

"Sir, the houses listed here do not have real estate certificates, so it is better for you to take a look at the newly opened real estate, which will be handed over by the end of next year."

"No thanks."

Yan Weiran sat on a chair on the side of the road and nibbled on bread in despair, not knowing how many times he had hit a wall.

The house he signed with the landlord was about to expire, and he suddenly called him two days ago to sell the house and go abroad, and if he wanted to buy it, he could give priority.

The house he currently lives in is located in a prosperous area in the city center, a set is tens of millions, and he is now poor, let alone buying a house, and he can't even afford a toilet.

I came out to look for a house and encountered this situation again.

How can the huge Jiang City not even be able to rent a house, there must be someone behind it.

The mobile phone in his pocket rang, Yan Weiran saw the caller ID, and his face was cold, "What's the matter?" ”

"How are you doing?"

The man on the phone was like an ordinary father greeting his children who were working alone outside, and Yan Weiran only felt sarcastic.

"Aren't you very clear about how I've been doing lately?"

He didn't have to think about it to know that there was his hand in it.

The Yan family is involved in the real estate industry, and it is not difficult to say hello to these agents.

"Weiran, Dad doesn't mean anything else, he just wants you to go home."

"Do I still have a home?"

"As long as you come back, this will always be your home, and everything in Dad will be yours."

Yan Weiran only felt disgusted, and the bread was tasteless, he threw it into the trash can and leaned back, "What about your other son?" ”

There was silence on the other side of the phone for a long time before he said, "I will give him other things, but everything in the Yan family is yours, and this will never change." ”

"Everything in the Yan family is not uncommon to me."

"And what do you want?"

"Get their mother and son out."

There was no word over there, Yan Weiran's eyes were cold, didn't he know his answer when he left the Yan family?

Yan Weiran hung up the phone directly and pulled the other party into the blacklist.

Let him go back to work as a coolie for the Yan family, so that the mother and son can continue to be powerful, does he look so stupid?

He looked at the address book, those friends who drank and meat in the past hadn't been in contact with him since he left the Yan family, these people were too realistic.

His finger fell on Gu Mo's name, hesitated for a long time, and finally dialed it out.

"Gu Mo, the rivers and lakes are in emergency."