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As soon as Ye Feng entered the house, the housekeeper greeted him.

Those who didn't know, thought he was the young master of this family, the housekeeper of the Qi family, without colored glasses, treating Ye Feng like a child.

"Has my father come back?" Ye Feng asked.

Without Lao Ye, he really didn't want to stay here for a minute.

"I'm back, I'm in the study with the master now." said the housekeeper.

"Oh." Ye Feng was not in high spirits, and sat on the sofa in the living room watching TV.

boring.

Very boring.

"Young Master is back?" The butler's voice came from far to near, "What does Young Master want to eat, I'll let the kitchen prepare it."

As soon as Qi Jie came in, he blasphemed, asking for this or that, it was terrible that no one was waiting for him.

Delicate fault, Ye Feng snorted.

The sound was neither too loud nor too small, and Qi Jie happened to hear it.

"What are you humming?" Qi Jie scolded.

Ye Feng opened his arms wide, with an innocent face: "I didn't hum anything?"

Qi Jie's problem of finding fault with him is like a stubborn disease, and it will never get better: "You just hum, I heard it."

Ye Feng let out a long "Oh", pointed at the TV screen, pretended to be innocent and said, "I hum, this male boss has too many affairs, he is delicate. Why, can this also hinder you?"

Qi Jie gritted his teeth with anger.

He wanted to grab Ye Feng's pigtails, but this man had learned his lesson and would not confront him head-on, but he couldn't take the initiative to provoke trouble if he turned a corner. Although his father was protecting him, the one who provoked trouble was He, his father won't be too used to him, after all, he overheard his father and Ye Tang talking in the study a few days ago, talking about finding another illegitimate child.

He was very scared, afraid that the illegitimate child would really come back.

Then he...

He has no place in this family at all.

"Qi Jie, keep your thoughts in your stomach, the person who can threaten your interests has never been me." Ye Feng raised his eyebrows, he didn't watch anything on TV, he just knew about love I love unhealthy soap operas.

Qi Jie gritted his teeth, gave him a hard look, and then went upstairs angrily.

When Ye Tang went downstairs, he happened to see his son sitting on the sofa obediently watching TV.

He was relieved.

This was the first time, for a whole semester, he didn't call him from school, saying that he was an insecure bastard son and got into trouble again.

"Lao Ye." Ye Feng called out.

"Who are you calling, big or small?" Ye Tang frowned.

"Hey, I'm used to it, I know you don't mind." Ye Feng hooked his father's shoulders together.

"Oh, last time you called me to ask for money, what happened?" Ye Tang brought up the old story again.

"Oh, that, it's okay." Ye Feng looked sloppy.

Ye Tang scolded: "You bastard."

Ye Feng chuckled.

"Why didn't you come back yesterday? Didn't you mean that class ended yesterday?" Ye Tang asked again.

Wei Chen's gentle eyes instantly entered his mind.

I left suddenly this morning, I don't know if Street Fighter is angry?

"I went to a friend's house yesterday." Ye Feng replied.

"Hu Ji?" Ye Tang obviously misunderstood.

Ye Feng didn't refute: "Yes."

"Are his parents healthy? We haven't seen each other for many years." Ye Tang sighed, "They seem to have moved away for many years."

Strictly speaking, Ye Feng can be regarded as Hu Ji's childhood friend. Since he was 12 years old and Ye Tang moved into Qi's house, he was stared at by Qi Jie. In this neighborhood, only Hu Ji is willing to hang out with him.

It's a revolutionary sentiment.

"It's all good, you can at least live to 99 years old." Ye Feng said shamelessly.

Ye Tang was amused by his son's sweet mouth, he patted Ye Feng on the shoulder, and scolded with a smile: "Stinky brat."

In fact, there are only a few short days from the New Year's Eve to New Year's Eve, but Ye Feng feels that it has been extraordinarily long.

There was no activity in the WeChat group of [We are the World's Invincible Super Bombardment] for several days. Ye Feng was flustered, so he began to harass Wei Chen who was doing quizzes at home.

After making several voice calls in a row, and bombarded with more than a dozen WeChat messages, Wei Chen only got a little bit of reply, and there was an obvious unhappiness between the lines.

——Are you in a hurry?

Ye Feng leaned against the head of the bed, grinning, and typed quickly, completely ignoring Wei Chen's unhappiness.

He asked: what do you do?

The other party responded very quickly this time: brush the question.

——I'm going, I've already done the half-holiday questions?

Wei Chen said solemnly: In order not to want to go to New Oriental and Lanxiang do basic struggle.

When Ye Feng saw the news, he covered his face and sat on the bedside happily.

When did Street Fighter become so cute?

He was groping for another topic to talk about.

The other party first came over with a message: What are you doing?

Ye Feng hesitated for a while, then suddenly thought about it, and remembered the last point of the strategy for pursuing the plan - in order to give the other party a sense of foundation of trust, he must always say that he is thinking about the other party, so as to gain the other party's trust in this relationship.

Ye Feng hesitated on the screen, and finally clicked his finger to send two words.

Wei Chen didn't get a reply from Ye Feng for a long time, and was about to re-invest in brushing the questions when his phone vibrated, and a WeChat message came.

When his eyes touched the screen, his eyes widened, and a drumbeat exploded in his heart.

Ye Feng spoke concisely.

He said: thinking of you.

On the night of New Year's Eve, the class group was full of excitement. Everyone wished each other a happy New Year. The sound of firecrackers outside the window and the countdown to the New Year's bell on the TV rang together.

Ye Feng spends the New Year with Lao Ye at Qi's house every year. Although Qi Guodong is old and cunning, he never treats the loyal Ye Tang badly in material terms, and he even takes special care of his son by the way.

The New Year's money is also given, and he is also picked up to and from school. It may be because of this that Qi Jie became hostile to him.

However, Ye Feng is not stupid. No matter how good Qi Guodong looks on the surface, he still prefers his adopted son in his heart, so he never takes the initiative to provoke Qi Jie, and occasionally swallows his anger. quiet.

There are aunts in the kitchen preparing New Year's Eve dinner.

A few adults like to walk around the scene, and they have New Year's speeches and toasts.

Ye Feng lowered his head and hid his hands under the table to send WeChat messages to Street Bully.

——I ate dumplings stuffed with cabbage today, which is not as delicious as the leek stuffed we made last time.

Ye Feng curled up the corners of his mouth while he was hairing, with a look of spring on his face.

Wei Chen's news came back quickly: Really?I've finished eating and I'm going to bed.

--So early?Ye Feng was surprised that people went to bed so early on New Year's Eve.

--Um.

Ye Feng was in a dilemma, he still wanted to say happy birthday to him in the early morning.

Yes, he remembered his birthday.

On the first day of the new year, we bid farewell to the old and welcome the new.

In the schoolbag is the watch he bought at the mall a few days ago, which is a pair with the one on his wrist.

—Then you go to sleep.

Ye Feng replied to him, and then there was no news from Wei Chen.

"It's Chinese New Year, don't eat well, who are you chatting with?" Qi Jie noticed his small movements, and said eccentrically, "Isn't it because we fell in love in the new school?"

Hearing this, Ye Tang hurriedly looked at his son, who looked calm as usual.

Ye Feng was about to refute.

On the contrary, Qi Guodong put down his wine glass and scolded softly: "Xiaojie, you can eat when you eat, why are you talking so much?"

Hearing this, Qi Jie picked up the vegetables angrily.

Ye Tang asked in horror: "Are you really dating?"

Ye Feng smiled covertly, thinking to himself, it hasn't started yet, so he can't be regarded as a lover.

"Lao Ye, what are you thinking?" Ye Feng said.

Ye Tang was really worried about his son. Although he didn't expect Ye Feng to be good at studying, it was enough for him to finish his studies in a leisurely manner. He was afraid of his son who was not worried, who was underage and who was a girl of an adult family. Stomach, when someone came to him when he turned around, he lost his old face.

"You are not allowed to hook up with me outside, do you hear me?" Ye Tang warned.

Ye Feng nodded and shrugged helplessly.

Lao Ye was worried about himself, how he could fix it, of course he said what he said and listened to.

Qi Guodong smiled and smoothed things over: "Ye Feng will be eighteen after his birthday this year, so it's okay to have a girl he likes, but just get along in moderation, don't go too far."

Ye Feng curled his lips and smiled: "You are right, I will definitely remember it."

The meal went fairly well.

After the New Year's Eve, this year is basically over, and the first month is just a rest for the working dog, and it's just the process of visiting relatives and visiting relatives.

On the first day of the new year, the bus did not leave, so Ye Feng specially bought a train ticket for the afternoon.

Ye Tang was puzzled, it's the first lunar month, what kind of monster is the bastard son going out again?

Ye Feng comforted Lao Ye: "My classmate is lonely, I'm going to celebrate his birthday, anyway, I've eaten, and I'm bored at home."

Ye Tang asked: "Then will you come back tonight?"

Ye Feng often plays around outside, Ye Tang is used to it.

Ye Tang put his shoulder bag on his back, lowered his head to flip through his things, and while changing his shoes, he answered Lao Ye's words: "Not necessarily, look again, let's go."

All the way to the train station and then to Lu'an, first went to the supermarket, and then took the bus to Wei Chen's house.

There was no one on the street in the first month of the lunar year, and it was very deserted. The dried and fallen leaves that were blown away were floating on the cement road, making a hissing sound.

He didn't say hello in advance because he wanted to surprise Wei Chen.

It was already evening when he went out, and the writer was on the way, and after a while on the road, it was already dark.

Wei Chen was brushing up questions, Xu Mei came back once in a while, and went to catch up with the sisters.

When he woke up at noon and saw Xu Mei boiled eggs for himself, he suddenly remembered that today was his birthday.

After waiting for a day, Daji was the first to send a message. By the way, I prepared gifts for him to pick up. Every birthday, Daji Tawau would like to send Wei Chen all kinds of weird gifts.

The year before last, it was a stack of potions for traumatic injuries. It was a good name for saying that Wei Chen was honest and injured, and he needed to keep it on hand. Last year, it was a box of kidney treasures. Li Daji said the exact words at the time: My father said, what can a man do if his kidneys are good? Everything is fine, so I hope Dachen's kidneys are also fine.

If it wasn't for the sake of years of brotherhood, Wei Chen felt that he would definitely kill someone to silence him.

So when Li Daji asked him to go to the gift, Wei Chen refused his invitation with the reason of learning from a good reputation.

Afterwards, Li Daji sent him pictures on WeChat, and this year's gift was as expected, and it was a bunch of weird things.

——Dachen, this is my birthday present for you, come here to pick it up some time, strengthen the kidney treasure tablet, you deserve it, good luck.

Wei Chen couldn't help laughing, and cursed with a smile: "Fuck."

He put down his phone, took another look at the person who did not send him a WeChat message, felt a little disappointed, and prepared to continue writing questions.

Now that his basic knowledge is almost consolidated, he is now trying to challenge difficult questions.

I was stuck on the question of voltage and voltage, and the screen of the mobile phone turned on.

Wei Chen tilted his head to look, and blinked uncertainly.

It really was Ye Feng.

He said concisely: Brother Chen, go downstairs.