After the collapse of the character design, I was gay at the same table

After coming out of the bar, Han Yi didn't go back to school, but took a taxi to the West Fourth Ring Road.

The taxi was stopped outside a resplendent community. Han Yi got out of the car and took out the access control card that he hadn't taken out for a long time and entered the villa.

The villas are located in the villa. Just looking at the access control and security at the entrance, you can tell that this is a well-known wealthy area.

His house is in the innermost area near the lake, and now the night is quiet, only the chirping of insects and birds.

Counting the days, he hasn't been home for nearly a month. Han Yi saw that the light in the entrance was still on, so he didn't look for the key again, and deliberately rang the doorbell at the door.

The nanny came out to open the door when she heard the sound, and saw someone shouting in surprise, "Ma'am, the young master is back."

Hang Qizhen came down from upstairs wearing a shawl, and the sleepiness on her face disappeared a lot after seeing Han Yi.

But besides being happy, anger also rose up: "Little brat, do you still know how to go home?"

"Look at what you said, can I never come back?" Han Yi handed the things in his hand to his mother, "A little gift for you, don't be angry, the more angry you are, the more wrinkles you will have."

The other party took the handbag and snorted coldly: "I think you have this idea, is it because you have no money to spend before you go home?"

After all, she was still her own mother, and she took out her mobile phone to transfer money to Han Yi.

Han Yi made a pause: "Stop, I'm not short of money right now."

Hang Qizhen asked suspiciously, "Borrowed from Bailin and the others?"

"Don't worry about it, I have money anyway." Han Yi fell on the sofa and rubbed his neck.

It never occurred to her that her spoiled and spoiled son would work for someone else. Seeing Han Yi's resolute appearance, Hang Qizhen didn't worry at all.

"Then you take a rest first, I'll go upstairs and ask your dad to come down and beat you up later." She held Han Yi steady, turned her face and asked the nanny to go to the kitchen for supper.

When Han Yi heard that he was going to call him dad, he said silently: "...Mom, I'll go first."

Just about to get up from the sofa, Han Hongda came out from the study on the second floor.

Even if the other party was wearing pajamas at home, he couldn't conceal his arrogance: "Stop for me."

Han Yi turned around helplessly: "Dad."

"Don't call me dad." Han Hongda snorted coldly, "If your mother and I hadn't been busy with business these days, someone would have sent someone to the school to arrest you. How could you have been free for so long?"

Han Yi spread his hands and said, "Then don't worry about whether I succeed or not, the company's affairs are not enough for you two?"

"If you want me to let go of you, just be honest with me!"

"I didn't let you transfer from No. [-] Middle School to No. [-] Middle School to keep fighting and skipping classes. Your teacher calls me every now and then. Do you still look like a student?"

There is one more thing, Han Hongda gets angry when he thinks about it.

"The people from Seventeenth Middle School called me yesterday and said that you blocked and beat them up again. There is more than half of the city between No. [-] Middle School and Seventeenth Middle School. You can still go up to find fault. Can you save me some trouble?" ..."

Han Yi raised his head and said, "It's simple. As long as the [-]th High School fires that person, and the principal apologizes to me in front of me, I promise I won't step into the [-]th High School in the future."

These words sounded like they were going to be dragged to the sky in his father's ears.

Han Hongda frowned sharply: "You beat someone and asked the person who was beaten to apologize to you? Han Yi, when did I raise you so domineering?"

"Hit him because he deserves it." Han Yi said coldly.

At this time, he restrained his previous idle manner, and when he got serious, he had a cold feeling of repelling others thousands of miles away.

Han Yi folded his arms and confronted Han Hongda: "I told you why the fight happened before, and I have nothing to do if you don't believe me."

"Is there anything about you that others can trust?" Han Hongda said in a blunt tone.

The words reached this point, and Han Yi gave up talking.

Explaining this stuff makes him look like a sinner.

Three people make a tiger, and one mouth makes money. He understood it when he was in the Seventeenth Middle School.

"You believe the principal, the teacher, and others, but you don't believe me. Anyway, in your eyes, everything is my fault."

Han Hongda raised his eyebrows and was about to get angry.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Hang Qizhen slapped Han Yi on the arm: "Stop talking back to your father, and save me a few words."

She turned to Han Hongda and said, "Stop talking nonsense, go upstairs and let me go back to continue the meeting."

Han Hongda's face darkened, and he went upstairs with his hands behind his back.

Seeing his father re-entering the study, Han Yi also went back to his room. Hang Qizhen followed him and asked, "How is the food and living in No. [-] Middle School? How many rooms are there in the dormitory? Is there a bathroom?"

Han Yi fell headlong on the bed, thought for a while and said, "The food is not good, so the living is not bad. I live in a four-person room by myself, and the bathrooms are all integrated. Sometimes there is no hot water."

It also omits that the lights in the dormitory are turned off at midnight, and occasionally you have to wash in the dark, and it is inconvenient to use electricity. In order to prevent students from secretly playing with their mobile phones at night, the teacher checks the dormitory every day.

"Why is the environment so bad? It's far worse than the Seventeenth Middle School," Hang Qizhen frowned, "otherwise you should go home and live."

"Forget it, I don't want to face my dad all day." Han Yi shook his head.

Hang Qizhen squinted at him: "It's not that you are old-fashioned with him."

Han Yi shrugged: "His spirit is too low and dense, I can't tell."

Although he was stubborn and refused to go home, he had to admit that the night he slept at home was the best he had slept in these days.

After Han Yi woke up, he dragged out a suitcase and went to the cloakroom to start packing clothes.

The weather was getting colder, and he didn't have many autumn clothes to wear these days, and the few coats were all made by Zhong Bailin. The logo was too big, and it was too ostentatious to walk among a group of school uniforms.

Hang Qizhen wanted to come over to help, but Han Yi refused: "You don't know what I want to take, you'd better go out and wait, I'll take care of it myself."

Han Yi made up his mind to go home less in the future, turned the room upside down, stuffed only five or six pairs of bare shoes, and the 30-inch suitcase was about to explode.

Before leaving, he thought about whether he had left anything behind, and then, with a flash of inspiration, he went to Hang Qizhen's place to grab a cosmetic bag and a few sticks of lipstick at the bottom of the box.

Anyway, there are a lot of fucking cosmetics, so I definitely can't find them.

After packing up his things, Han Yi didn't bother to say hello to Han Hongda who was deliberately pretending to be reading a newspaper at the dining table, and went out the door dragging his suitcase.

Looking at Hang Qizhen at the entrance, she said, "Don't give it up, I'll go out and take a taxi by myself."

"I didn't say a few words to my mother all night after I came back. What's the use of you." Hang Qizhen glanced at him, "I didn't intend to send you off at first, so hurry up."

Han Yi deliberately said: "So cruel, it seems that I was really adopted."

"How could you be adopted." Hang Qizhen gave him a blank look.

Before I had time to speak, I just heard his mother continue: "If I adopted it, why didn't I choose a better one?"

Han Yi: "..."

He gave up the last hug he wanted to give the other party, and waved without nostalgia: "Let's go, goodbye."

Hang Qizhen and the nanny took a heated lunch box and stuffed it into Han Yi's hands: "Your mother, I made it myself, and I'll eat it in the car later, so don't skip breakfast."

After getting in the car, Han Yi opened the lunch box, and the aroma immediately wafted out.

More than a dozen golden fried dumplings were neatly stacked on top. I knew that he didn't eat green onions, and only sprinkled white sesame seeds on top. Looking at the ugly and cute appearance of the dumplings, I knew that his mother made them by herself.

The driver glanced in the rearview mirror of the car: "Student, are you still cooking breakfast this morning?"

Han Yi was also a little moved, took out his phone and sent Hang Qizhen a heartfelt emoji, only to receive a familiar red exclamation mark.

???

Han Yi remained expressionless, and turned off his phone as if nothing had happened.

He didn't get the blacklist out, and yesterday he said that he wanted to transfer money, which was a feint. Compared with his father, his mother is the real ruthless person!

On the other side, Hang Qizhen watched Han Yi leave and entered the villa. Han Hongda put down the newspaper and looked at her: "You didn't give Han Yi money, did you?"

Hang Qizhen sat down and took a sip of coffee: "Don't worry, I didn't."

Han Hongda snorted: "I'm just afraid that you won't be able to bear this heart. You will soften your heart if your precious son just gives you anything."

Hang Qizhen teased him and said: "If you didn't see your son gave me a gift yesterday and didn't give it to you, you might unfreeze the card for him today."

Confused by the opponent's precise poke in the center, Han Hongda lowered his face: "Nonsense!"

Hang Qizhen: "You just have to be stubborn. People in their 40s are still so naive."

She Shi Shiran took out the small handbag that Han Yi gave her yesterday from the room: "Oh, my son wants to give me things even if he has no money..."

I took out a large colorful shawl from the handbag, the huge peonies on it were earthy and colorful, and there were a few large characters on the outer packaging - a certain treasure's hot style, the best gift for middle-aged mothers!

Han Yi also wrote a note: I can afford this, so you can wear it.

"..."

Han Hongda almost spit out a mouthful of tea, gloated and said: "Son's heart, I will wear it when I go to the company later."

Hang Qizhen gave him a sideways look: "You don't even have a thread, what a joke."

Han Hongda was so angry that he covered his face with newspapers, who cares about her ugly shawl!