Mrs. Ren nodded, "No problem, but why don't you send it over yourself?" ”

Chen Qi'an explained: "There are only three sisters and brothers in her family, and there are many people in the place where she lives. ”

Mrs. Ren nodded approvingly: "Chen Xiao is a humble gentleman and does not stand under a dangerous wall. ”

Chen Qi'an shook his head, if he was a true gentleman, he would grit his teeth and adopt these three sisters and brothers.

He pointed to the top of the book, Jurisprudence, and said, "I put a check in it, and when she reads the book, she will see it." ”

Chen Qi'an's idea is very simple, "Jurisprudence" is the foundation of law, and if Song Huanxi learns his own course, he must start with this one.

When the time comes, she will naturally find the check he has tucked into the book.

Mrs. Ren nodded again: "Captain Chen is thoughtful, and this method is very wonderful. ”

Chen Qi'an looked at Mrs. Ren's calm face that was always stagnant, and couldn't help but say:

"Mrs. Ren, you know what? Just now, I sent a check for 500, a 100 yuan bill, and some change to Mr. Song, guess how Mr. Song chosen? ”

Mrs. Ren finally raised a little interest, "Oh, how did she choose?" ”

Chen Qi'an's expression softened: "She didn't take the check, nor did she ask for the change, she only took the hundred-yuan bill." ”

Mrs. Ren thought for a moment, "I don't take the check because the amount is too big, and I don't take the change because it's a drop in the bucket—"

"One hundred is just right, which can not only solve the urgent need, but also fulfill the meaning of the care of the elders."

Chen Qi'an leaned forward, looked into Mrs. Ren's eyes, and asked seriously: "Mrs. Ren, don't you think that classmate Song is so similar to you in the past?" ”

Mrs. Ren was stunned, slowly stood up, also looked directly into Chen Qi'an's eyes, and calmly spoke: "Chen Xiao, what he put in front of me, from beginning to end, is only a coin." ”

With that, she picked up the stack of books and walked out, and when she reached the door, Mrs. paused and whispered without looking back: "...... Just yesterday, he and the woman's daughter were born. ”

Chen Qi'an watched Mrs. Ren walk out, watching the door close, but he couldn't say a word of comfort.

He sighed heavily, his situation, and Mrs. Ren, speaking of which, is also called sympathy.

It's just that one is an abandoned woman from a wealthy family, and the other is an abandoned son from a wealthy family!

Mrs. Ren's family is wealthy, her father and ancestors are high-ranking officials, and she has the reputation of being the first beauty on Macau Street back then, and the handsome and chic Mr. Ren can be called a natural match for talented women.

Who would have thought that it has only been a few years, and before the two of them have time to turn white, Mr. Ren has changed!

Today, Mr. Ren's business in Macau is thriving, but Mrs. Ren lives in a semi-secluded life in a small church school in Hong Kong.

Chen Qi'an couldn't help but sigh again, his own side is also a bad debt, when he studied in the UK, he secretly changed his major, from business to literature, and after he came back, he insisted on marrying a civilian woman that the old man didn't like.

Now it's okay, it's an illegitimate child, the old man was angry, and directly kicked him out of the house, he simply followed his mother's surname and threw cruel words to the old man: When will the old man die, when will he go back to hold the spirit card!

For so many years, he has relied on his own ability to live a life.

It's just that when he encounters a situation like Song Huanxi occasionally, he can't help but think, if he lowers his head, won't he have to leave home?

He is still the most beloved youngest son of the ship king, he has a lot of money in his pocket, and he can fund whoever he wants!

Chen Qi'an shook his head, retracted his thoughts, picked up the pen, and forced himself to start conceiving a new novel - the hundred-yuan bill used to support the scene in his wallet was gone, and he had to give an explanation to the Hedong Lion at home, right?!

Hmm, the last time I wrote about London's beauty had a good response, this time, write about a Parisian beauty?

……

After Song Huanxi came out of school, seeing that it was still early, he went to the vegetable market to buy some vegetables first.

Thinking that the second child said that he hadn't eaten meat for a long time, he went to the pork stall and asked the price - Song Huanxi turned around and went to the fish stall next door without hesitation - in a port city near the sea, fish is always cheaper than pork.

Don't jump around the fresh fish and stare directly at the row of dead fish placed on the straw mat by the fish boss.

Squatting down, picking two fish scales are still bright, and the fish eyes are still picked.

The sum of two fish is only half a catty of pork.

Take it back and make a braised dish, the taste is focused, and the defect of the fish is not tender enough, it is a very delicious dish.

It's just a bit of a meal.

The fish stall owner quickly removed the fish scales and cut his belly, and Song Huanxi specially ordered, "Leave the fish bubble for a while." ”

After the fish is braised in the braised fish, it crunchs when it bites, and the little brother loves it very much.

After packing up the fish, the fish stall owner picked a straw rope, put the fish eye through, and the straw rope was knotted again and handed to Song Huanxi.

Song Huanxi mentioned the fish and walked briskly towards home, still feeling a little pity in his heart.

In the early years, when I lived near the port, I would have gotten up early in the morning and run to the port, and when the fishing boat came back, the dead fish that had just been caught was very cheap, and it was almost a free gift.

Now it's a little far away.

My father worked in a church school and taught cram schools outside of school, earning a considerable amount of money. The reason why the family saved money and didn't save much money was because they bought the house they live in now.

Medium community, there are not so many messy signboards downstairs, what massage parlors, beauty salons, old Chinese medicine corns and athlete's foot-

As soon as he turned to the block, Song Huanxi was relieved, and the police patrolled twice a day, and they still felt very safe.

Seeing that he was about to go downstairs to the house, a deliberately low voice suddenly came out of the dark alley next to him: "Ah Huan! ”

Song Huanxi paused, looked left and right, and saw that no one was paying attention, so he dodged and got into the dark alley.

A tall young man with an inch head, a white sweatshirt, and a cyan Tang suit immediately greeted him, the young man was in his early twenties, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, and sharp facial features, which was very heroic.

He carried a piece of fat and thin pork belly on a straw rope in one hand, and a basket containing most of the fruit in the other.

"Senior brother, you have been promoted again."

Song Huanxi noticed that the black dragon embroidered on the chest of the young man's sweatshirt had changed from one to two, and he took the lead in opening his mouth with some concern.

Feng Zhanpeng replied disapprenously: "There are just a few more junior brothers under him." ”

Saying that, he still tugged at his coat and covered the two black dragons on his chest.

He paused, and then said: "This is not our territory in New Ngee An, I can't come here often in the future, but I said hello to the big circle boy who is in charge of this area, if there is really anything, you go to him!" ”

Seeing that Song Huanxi nodded obediently, Feng Zhanpeng hurriedly added: "Don't provoke him when you're fine, that kind of person, the farther away the better!" ”

Song Huanxi: "......"

Senior brother seems to have forgotten that he himself is that kind of person.