Wearing books: relying on family wealth to start a decadent career

Whether it was Pei Zhen when they first met or now, Mingchuan felt that he had never changed, and he was still the same troublesome person.

They had been playmates for nearly two years. Mingchuan thought it would be fine to ignore the nonsensical Pei Zhen, but this time it seemed that he would not be able to get away with it so easily.

"My cousin said you couldn't spare time. She hasn't even seen you a few times. What on earth are you doing at home?"

His tone was very calm, as if it was just an ordinary inquiry, but the two people present heard something was wrong. Ming Huaying walked around the table and came to him no longer just looking at his back.

"Pei Zhen?" Ming Huaying looked up at him slightly.

But Mingchuan lowered his head. When Pei Zhen moved out from Ming's house, no matter who he was, he was extremely reluctant to leave him. The 12-year-old Mingchuan was no exception. He almost cried while pulling his sleeves.

After a while, he gradually forgot about this person, and even Dui Ming Huaying would only think of him when something happened.

"I..." Mingchuan's voice was a little hoarse, and he thought for a long time and didn't know what to say.

There was a sniffing sound in front of him. Mingchuan looked up and saw him wiping his nose vigorously with a handkerchief he took out from nowhere. At the end, he said viciously: "Don't try to make up any stories to lie to me."

Ming Huaying looked at the handkerchief he held in his hand, then looked at his face, and sighed without speaking.

Seeing that Mingchuan could solve the current situation, she would go to Ji Huatao first. If she knew that her things had been used, no matter who it was, she would scold him bloody.

There was silence all around, and the chirping of the cicadas was isolated outside the door.

"Are you still interested in monsters?"

Pei Zhen looked at him inexplicably and nodded slightly.

Mingchuan's eyes lit up. If he told others about this, he might be considered sick, but for Pei Zhen, who loves story books, he was the chosen one.

Without changing his expression, he began to make nonsense: "It is rumored that the Shadow Clan has been cursed, and it will never be solved for the rest of their lives. They will not be interested in delicacies."

Pei Zhen's expression was as usual, feeling very boring.

"Later, a group of people sneaked out to see what it was like outside. Because he was too excited, he accidentally touched a person's body, and he suddenly developed an appetite."

"He wants to eat mortals?" Pei Zhen guessed, then regretted it, why was he suddenly interested.

Mingchuan raised his lips and shook his head: "He cast a spell on the man and took him to an uninhabited place."

At this point, he paused, his expression became mysterious, and he said softly: "Then the tribesman opened his mouth and covered the man's head in his mouth. He suddenly felt that his appetite was filled. And he let go of the man's head. The other person is also intact."

Pei Zhen was confused: "Then what did he eat?"

"When a mortal wakes up, he sees himself on the street, but he can't remember the purpose of coming here. He suddenly stopped while walking, and he can't remember the way home. His family came out to look for him, but he I only remember who they are, but I don’t remember the past with them.”

The conversation stopped, and Pei Zhen bit his nails while thinking. He walked to the door and turned his head to look at him: "You don't want to tell me that someone has eaten your memory, do you?"

Mingchuan was helpless. He was still the same Pei Zhen. He went around for a long time before he realized it. Even though this thing was unbelievable, he still nodded bravely: "I know it sounds strange. I didn't dare to do it when I first learned about it." believe."

"No." Pei Zhen said seriously, "Can you let him eat my memory?"

This may be sarcastic to others, but Mingchuan glanced at him and went to the backyard. He knew that no matter how bizarre the story was, it would become true as long as Pei Zhen heard it.

"Hey, Mingchuan!"

"Is it possible? Has my cousin met her too? Why haven't I? Does this clan really exist?"

"You can't lie to me."

Ming Huaying heard Pei Zhen's question in the backyard. She could guess what story Mingchuan must have told without asking.

She stopped Mingchuan who was walking this way, helped him turn around and returned to the lobby. She looked at the chattering person and asked, "Where is Xu Suiran?"

Pei Zhen was stunned when he was asked, as if he just realized that this person existed: "Yes, Xu Suiran came here with me, it's time to leave."

He held the door open and looked out, and finally saw the shadow of a person: "Isn't he afraid of the heat?"

Ming Huaying suddenly felt that it would be good to have someone to teach him a lesson. She whispered a few words in Mingchuan's ear, and Mingchuan nodded with doubts on his face.

"What are you doing, Pei Zhen?"

A gentle voice sounded outside the door, making people want to reply involuntarily.

Except Pei Zhen.

Xu Suiran had already adapted to his weirdness, so she passed him and entered the door. He was startled when he saw the people inside, and then smiled and said, "Achuan is here too."

He came closer and looked up and down: "I've grown taller."

The two families have known each other since childhood, but Xu Suiran followed his parents to other places a few years ago, and they haven't seen him for a long time.

"Drink some water."

Xu Suiran lowered his head to take the tea cup, and his warm fingertips touched the other person's. There was an uncontrollable tenderness in his eyes. He hid the smile on his lips while drinking water.

When he put it down, he returned to his original appearance. He looked at the person at the door and asked, "What did you find when you came back?"

Pei Zhen shook his head in confusion. There were few people along the way who had any clues.

"Is it difficult?" Ming Huaying looked at them worriedly.

Pei Zhen spoke this time: "I always feel that if it is found out this time, it may involve a lot."

"Even you figured it out." Ming Huaying blurted out, and she was even more worried when she heard that Pei Zhen could guess it.

Pei Zhen opened his lips, as if he was unconvinced by this sentence and finally had no choice but to compromise.

"I'm hungry." Pei Zhen saw that they didn't move and turned around and walked outside. "Then I'm going to eat. You guys think about it slowly. I'll work after I'm full."

But someone grabbed him by the collar. He turned around and saw Mingchuan's smiling face: "What are you doing?"

Mingchuan let go and looked in the direction of the backyard: "We have some lunch left, why don't you eat here?"

I think he hasn't even had a full night's sleep during these two busy years, let alone a meal.

Afraid of being beaten first, he went directly to the backyard and said as he walked, "What's left?"

Mingchuan said nothing behind him, watching Pei Zhen go in and whispered to Ming Huaying: "I'll go back and pack my things first."

He nodded to Xu Suiran again and left.

Xu Suiran looked towards the backyard and asked, "What's in the backyard?"

Ming Huaying raised her hands to stretch her body, opened the other door and walked to the account counter. She wrote a word and raised her head to think: "The debt owed by Mr. Pei."

Then Pei Zhen shouted.