"Hey, do you want to come to the dance club?" Ye Nancheng came out of the bathroom and was still wiping his hair with a towel in his hand, sitting next to He Shengshan.

"The principal said that there will be an art festival next month, and the dance club will give a show, so should the holy shirt come and help us?"

"Aunt, I'm still not going," He Shengshan said as he watched the TV

"Okay," An glanced at He Shengshan and didn't say anything

"Why not? You don't know that I face that group of rough old men every day, if you come, there will definitely be a group of girls in our dance club" Ye Nancheng is now trying his best to let He Shengshan participate

"It's okay to have one, can you stand it so much?" He Shengshan turned his head to look at Ye Nancheng and smiled meaningfully

"Isn't one good enough at all" Ye Nancheng suddenly understood that he had been trapped, and quickly changed his words, "That's right, one is enough" After speaking, he glanced at Anhao, and was relieved to see that she didn't suspect anything because of He Shengshan's words

He Shengshan saw that no one was arguing with him, so he watched TV leisurely.

An Hao peeled the fruit and smiled, and he congratulated Shengshan for being able to cure his son.

Joe happily opened the door, and sure enough, there was no one in the house.

The phone rang, and Jo happily ran to her room to find it

"Hey, Dad"

"Ranran, your mother and I are going on a business trip, the things you need to use in the refrigerator have been bought in the refrigerator, and there is some money on the table, what do you want to buy, ask the girl downstairs to accompany you, you know?" Jove's gentle voice came from the other end of the phone.

"I know, if it's nothing, I'll eat" Qiao Xinran said without any emotion, she naturally knew that "that girl" was Qiao Weiran, and it was like this every time.

"Okay, okay, you eat first" Qiao's father hung up the phone, and he was also very guilty of Qiao Xinran's attitude, he didn't fulfill his responsibility as a father.

Qiao was pleased to see that Qiao's father had hung up the phone, threw the phone on the bed, walked to the living room, and opened the refrigerator.

The fridge was full of almost everything, and Joe happily took a bottle of yogurt from it and closed the fryer.

Jo happily twisted away the yogurt, walked to the dining table, took out the money that Qiao's father had left for her, and then walked to the room and put the money away.

Joe happily turned on the computer and codeworded.

Jo Xinran is a novelist, she usually writes a few chapters of fiction before bed, and today is no exception.

After a few moments, Joe happily came out of the bathroom after taking a shower, lay down on the bed, and reached out to turn off the light.

Qiao happily lay on the bed with his eyes closed, remembering He Shengshan he saw today.

How do you think of what he is doing, I don't know him, and I won't know him, I must have seen too much, it seems that I will have to follow Qiao Weiran less in the future

After thinking about it, Joe happily fell asleep.