Return after rebirth: The devil who helps his brother becomes the devil who kills his brother

After listening to Yan Bin's words, Song Pan'er now wanted to scold her mother. What people say is terrible! Unexpectedly, even Yan Bin was misled by them.

"That person is an intermediary. I asked him to show me the house. Just ask me directly. Why are you asking the people in the community? They are all a bunch of bastards." Song Pan'er took another sip of water angrily.

What does it mean to survive from a desperate situation? This is called survival from desperate situations. I originally thought that the treasure in my box was lost, but now I suddenly realized that I opened the wrong box and the treasure was still stored in the original box.

Yan Bin has been frustrated for half a year. He even put the game he was developing on hold and was not in the mood to develop it. Now that the misunderstanding was over, he had nowhere to vent his excitement. He picked up a bottle of wine on the table, drank it all, found a microphone, and started howling along with the instructor.

"Two hundred and five!" Song Pan'er cursed.

At this time, she actually understood Yan Bin's intentions. After living two lifetimes, she didn't know whether her current state of mind was at the age of eighteen in her previous life, or whether she had lived to the age of thirty-four, or whether she was sixteen in this life.

But no matter what, her mental age has matured, and she knows that the relationship between her and Yan Bin at this time is more than friendship, but not enough to be a lover.

Looking at the mineral water bottle cap still held in Yan Bin's hand, Song Pan'er felt warm in her heart and her eyes were soft.

Wu Qiong sat in the corner and raised his eyebrows with some understanding. A girl in my family has just grown up!

Before she could sigh any more, the seat next to her suddenly sank, and a big butt sat over her.

"Big sister, why don't you sit over and play?" Heizi smiled brightly and looked at Wu Qiong with eyes that were brighter than the ambient lights.

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The party lasted until about ten o'clock in the evening.

"No, our dormitory has access control. If it's too late, we won't make the trip." Li Rui angrily dragged her roommate to leave.

"Okay, let's break up for today. Our school is not far away. Let's get together next time!" Yan Bin changed his dull mood when he first arrived. He said his concluding remarks while helping everyone arrange a taxi.

The instructor was drunk. After getting into Wu Qiong's car, he lay there, slopingly occupying the entire back seat. Han Mengyao couldn't help him up.

Seeing that there was no room left in Wu Qiong's car, Song Pan'er followed Yan Bin's wishes and took a car with him and Heizi.

In the car, Heizi mentioned the clinking of glasses at the beginning of the party.

"That black-faced guy is so fierce. He blows on the bottle when he comes up."

Yan Bin: "That's pretty fierce! Little one, he is your military training instructor?"

Song Pan'er: "Yeah"

Yan Bin: "Don't instructors allow the contact information of international students? How did your roommate get along with him?"

Song Pan'er: "What does this have to do with you? Open the car window, it smells like alcohol."

Yan Bin smiled awkwardly, covered his mouth and smelled the taste in his mouth, and quickly opened the car window.

Heizi said "ho ho" twice, and looked really cheap with that gloating look on his face.

"You rolled open the window over there, can't you be more conscious?" Song Pan'er turned the gun and shot Heizi as well.

This time it was Yan Bin's turn to 'woohoo'.

After the misunderstanding between the two was resolved, Yan Bin became more cautious than before.

Now I not only report my schedule to Song Pan'er every day, but also what classes I took, how many times I went to the toilet and how many meals I had. He also came to Beijing University every now and then to hang out and accompany Song Pan'er to attend a class before leaving.

This made Ma Haiyan chase Song Paner and thought about the dangers of puppy love for a long time. Song Pan'er couldn't laugh or cry.

Yan Bin was very distressed. He was worried about Song Pan'er's age. He could not confirm his relationship with Song Pan'er now and declare his sovereignty legitimately. Every time after a phone call with Song Paner, he would think that it would be better if the little one was older.

But he should actually be glad that Song Paner's young age definitely has more advantages than disadvantages for him.

Song Pan'er needs to have the looks, the temperament, the brains, and the figure. She has grown a bit in recent years.

It is said that based on this condition, there should be constant pursuers on the road of growth. But she received almost no ambiguous signals.

Those who are the same age as her and younger than her have a natural respect for her as a senior; those who are the same age as her but much older than her regard her as a little sister.

Yan Bin is the only exception.

No matter how frustrated he was, Yan Bin had to wait. And he didn't have time to feel aggrieved. He had to work hard. He heard that Song Pan'er was already doing business and made a lot of money. How can a Northeastern man let his wife compete with him?

I took a sip of coffee and stayed up late typing code.

Yan Bin worked hard here, and Song Paner, who had achieved some success, did not stop there. She tasted the sweetness of selling a script last time, and now she plans to write another script to sell.

Before writing, she called Zhou Wen, and luckily she made the call.

Zhou Wen said: Last time you were just lucky enough to meet the God of Wealth, so you were able to sell it at such a high unit price. A new screenwriter can usually only sell a few thousand yuan per episode. Don't write it yet. After the show is aired and you become famous, someone will come to you to order a script, and then the price can be easily negotiated.

Fine! Song Paner temporarily stopped thinking about selling scripts.

After much deliberation, I still have to do something physical! Income is stable. The income of those optical shops has saved another million. When she saves more, she will buy a villa.

The Beijing city issued a villa restriction order two years ago. In the future, villas will be a scarce resource and will definitely make a lot of money. Song Pan'er thought very well.

But again, plans don't change quickly, and her plans changed with just one phone call.

On this day, Song Paner had lunch and was taking Panpan for a walk in the park to eat and think about new business, when the phone rang.

Song Pan'er saw that it was an unfamiliar number and answered politely, "Hi, hello!"

There was a strange male voice on the other end of the phone, "Hello, this is Ms. Qian Guifen! I'm from the Yanyuan Subdistrict Office. Today, an owner of Weixiuyuan complained that a large banner was hung in your home, which affected other people in the community. The mental health of the residents and the appearance of the community environment. Can you take some time to come back and deal with it?"

Song Pan'er laughed, she finally couldn't bear it anymore!