you're so stubborn

It was fairly quiet today, neither Cheng Jingwen nor Cheng Yiming came to make trouble.

Only Lao Ban called Xie Lang and informed him that he had to take the final exam next Friday.

Xie Lang said yes.

After hanging up the old class's phone, Xie Lang answered the phone call from Xie Yuyu's homeroom teacher. There was nothing else to do, but the primary school students' final exam results came out, and the homeroom teacher told Xie Lang about Xie Yu's results.

56 points for Chinese and 63 points for mathematics.

The head teacher said that Xie Yu's attitude towards study was not serious, but Xie Lang thought it was okay, and his grades were better than he expected. The head teacher and Xie Lang had different concepts, so they hung up after talking.

After hanging up, he just received Ouchen's WeChat. He smiled and typed a few words to Ouchen, then looked at Xie Yuyu, "Your final grades are out."

Seeing his brother smiling, the child's eyes lit up instantly, "Did I get [-] points in the exam!"

Xie Lang rubbed his hair, "It's better than [-] points, you passed the fire police test."

"Fire alarm?" Xie Yuyu blinked his eyes for a long time before realizing, "I got 119 points in the test!"

"Well," Xie Lang leaned back in the chair, looking at the child's stupid look, "Isn't it amazing?"

"Amazing! How can I be so good!" Xie Yuyu blinked his big eyes and looked surprised, "Then I have passed more exams than Zhang Yikai!"

"Yes." Xie Lang smiled.

Ou Chen didn't arrive at the hospital until 06:30. He carried two rice buckets in his hand, and couldn't spare his hands to open the door, so he slammed open the door with his butt and walked backwards.

As soon as a butt came in, before he could turn around, he heard Xie Yuyu yelling, "Brother Ou Chen!"

"Hey!" Ou Chen came in and turned around, closing the door with his back heels, "Why are you shouting so loudly, you're not afraid of tearing your wounds, are you?"

"Hee hee..." Xie Yuyu smiled obediently as soon as he said it, "I am happy to see Brother Ouchen."

"Tsk, your mouth is so sweet." Ou Chen looked at Xie Lang, "Did Brother Xie Lang feed us candy?"

"We are already sweet, so we don't need to eat candy," Xie Lang came over to help him take the rice bucket, "Why do you take so much?"

"Sister Wang asked me what I wanted to eat, but I couldn't tell, so I let her make it casually, and she ended up making so much." Ou Chen gave Xie Lang all the food, and shook his hands, "Hey, I'll go , heavy, but exhausted me."

"Oh, it's hard work for our eldest young master." Xie Lang put down his rice bucket and was about to come over to rub Ouchen's hands, thinking that it would be inappropriate in front of Xie Yuyu, so he instructed Xie Yuyu, "Xie Yuyu, hurry up The young master rubs his hands."

"Okay!" Xie Yu promised loudly, and then stretched out two small hands to grab Ochen's hand.

Ou Chen dodged it and didn't let the child catch it, "Hands are cold, wait for my young master to rub it to warm it up before rubbing it for you."

"It's okay, I'll give it to the young master's brother Wu Wu."

"Just your hand with bigger eyelids," Ou Chen looked at his little hand, "Will it warm me up for two years?"

"Yes," Xie Yu said proudly, "I gave my brother a tummy yesterday."

"Come on, you," Xie Lang opened the rice bucket and took out the rice bowl inside, "Did you give it to me? You're clearly putting on me to control yourself."

Thank you so much for being silly.

"Did you sleep in the same bed as cutie yesterday?" Ou Chen rubbed his hands and asked him.

"Well," Xie Lang took out the vegetable soup from the two rice buckets, put the rice buckets aside, and wrapped his hands around Ochen's, regardless of whether they fit or not, "It's so cold? Are you falling?" Is it in the ice cellar?"

"Don't you know?" Ou Chen was frozen on the roof for a long time, and he didn't react at this moment. He probably caught a cold, but he didn't tell Xie Lang the truth, he just talked nonsense, "People with cold hands in winter No one cares, hey, look at me poor."

Xie Lang glared at him, didn't respond, and patiently rubbed his hands.

"Then I feel sorry for you!" Xie Yu shook his two little hands, "My hands are not cold."

"Dare you have a brother who loves you dearly," Ou Chen sighed miserably, "I don't."

"Then I'll give you half of my brother, so we both feel sorry for each other!"

"Really?" Ouchen looked at him holding back a smirk, "After you give me half of the money, your brother will have to hide two pieces for me when you buy milk and sugar, so you are willing?"

"Yes!" Xie Yuyu agreed generously, "My milk will also be shared with Brother Ouchen."

Ou Chen smiled, raised his eyebrows and looked at Xie Lang, "Did you hear, your brother promised you to me."

"Promise," Xie Lang looked at him, "I promise you half of it, what's the fun."

"Don't worry," Ou Chen said, "Based on my young master's ability to capture cute boys, your other half will be mine sooner or later."

"Well, the ability to capture cute boys." Xie Lang nodded in agreement, and then let go of Ochen's hand, "Come on, boy, I like you...Thank you for the rest of our meal."

Ou Chen's let go hand suddenly became cold, and he was stunned for a long time without realizing what was going on, and he was even slightly unhappy because his hand was not yet warm.

It wasn't until he took a bite of vinegared cabbage with chopsticks that he suddenly understood.

oh!Xie Lang is jealous!

Tsk!How stingy.

Ou Chen pulled the corner of his mouth happily, and gave Xie Lang a piece of vinegared cabbage, "Try this dish, it's quite sour."

Xie Lang lifted his eyelids to look at him, and Ouchen looked back at him with his mouth pursed and a suppressed smile.

"I don't like sour food." Xie Lang raised his eyebrows, and put the cabbage back into Ochen's bowl.

Ou Chen was still happy, and took another piece of fried milk for Xie Lang, "Then you eat fried milk to relieve the acid."

Xie Lang didn't move, and looked at Xie Yuyu with drooping eyelids, and saw the child staring eagerly at the piece of fried milk.

He had never eaten this dish before, and Xie Lang didn't know how the nanny of Ouchen's family came up with this dish. He only brought six yuan. If he ate one, there would be two left, probably not enough for a child.

"Can I eat, cheapskate." Xie Lang asked Xie Yuyu.

Xie Yu looked up at his brother, blinked his eyes for a long time before saying, "Brother, eat, fried milk is delicious, sweet!"

The child was extremely protective of food, but he was also very generous to his elder brother. Xie Lang even contradicted him, smiled, and put the fried milk into small pieces in Xie Yuyu's bowl.

"You can eat more sweets, my brother doesn't like sweets," Xie Lang said, looking at Ou Chen provocatively, and put a vinegared cabbage under his nose, "I just like to eat something with vinegar. s things."

Ou Chen didn't say anything, just looked at Xie Lang helplessly and dotingly and smiled.

"Then I'll eat it for my brother!" Xie Yu happily picked up a small piece of fried milk and put it in his mouth, it was delicious.

Half an hour after dinner, Xie Lang gave the child medicine.

As soon as I took antipyretics and anti-inflammatory drugs, I started to feel sleepy after taking Xie Duo.

There is no school tomorrow, so Ouchen won't leave at night, and Xie Lang doesn't lie down on the bed, letting Ouchen sleep with the child.

"I'll sleep with him?" Ou Chen frowned, "Where can I go? What if I touch his wound later?"

"It's okay, you lie on the right side, you can't touch the wound." Xie Lang rinsed a hot towel and came out to wipe Xie Duo's hands and face.

"What about you?" Ou Chen looked at him, "Where do you sleep on my bed?"

"There's also a folding bed here," Xie Lang pointed under the bed with his chin, "I'll just open it up and sleep on it later."

"How uncomfortable is this?" Ou Chen obviously didn't want Xie Lang to curl up on such a small bed, so he said, "I'll sleep on the bed, you sleep with the cutie."

"You," Xie Lang pointed at him, "you can either sleep with the cutie, or go home to sleep, there is no choice."

"Why?" Ou Chen glared at him.

"I love cabbage because I'm jealous." Xie Lang looked at him.

Ouchen was stunned for a moment, and then laughed, "I really admire you...Come, let brother Ouchen coax you."

"Go away," Xie Lang covered his mouth and pushed him away, and then wiped his palms with a towel in disgust, "Hurry up, take off your clothes and go to bed, he should cry out for pain later."

"Hey..." Ou Chen took off his clothes while sighing, "All right."

Xie Lang returned the towel to the bathroom, and turned off the light when he came back.

"Hey!" Ou Chen just lifted the quilt and was about to lie down, when the room suddenly went dark, he was startled immediately, "You should wait until I lie down before turning off the light."

"Isn't it still bright?" Xie Lang knocked on the glass on the door, then walked back.

He didn't set up the folding bed first, but sat back in the chair beside the hospital bed. Xie Duo was not asleep yet, and when the wound hurts, the child would definitely cry for a while, so he had to comfort him.

The beds in the single room are larger than those in the common room, and Xie Yuyu doesn't take up much space, so it's not a problem for a boy as big as Ouchen to lie down, and he can even lie on his side quite comfortably. He got down and looked at Xie Lang with his head propped up.

"Hey, Xie Lang," he asked, "shall I hug him?"

"Hug his belly, don't touch his heart." Xie Lang said.

"Oh." Ou Chen put his arms on Xie Yu's stomach, and he had to say that it was much more comfortable. He exhaled comfortably and said, "Hey, Xie Lang."

"Say." Xie Lang was quite impatient.

"Fuck," Ou Chen glared at him, "Stop talking!"

If it wasn't for the cutie's wounds right now, Ou Chen would have pulled the quilt and got into bed, and promised not to give Xie Lang even a hair.

The room was not completely dark, and the light that came in through the glass vaguely illuminated Ou Chen's face with the temper of the young master.

Xie Lang sighed softly, and said in a voice that was many times softer than before, "Speak, I'll listen."

"You beg me!"

"Please."

"......" Ou Chen was speechless and wanted to laugh, but he held back and asked Xie Lang, "When will cutie be discharged from the hospital?"

"If the fever subsides and the wound does not become inflamed, you can be discharged from the hospital." Xie Lang answered him.

"Then..." Ou Chen was a little hesitant to say it. He said that he was afraid that Xie Lang would quarrel with him again. If he didn't say it, it wouldn't be the case. After struggling for a long time, he still said, "Then After the little cutie is discharged from the hospital, you can find a day to go with me to see Dr. Sun."

His tone was cautious and expectant, and Xie Lang was silent for a while after listening.

Ou Chen didn't rush him either.

The room was completely quiet, and both of them could hear each other's breathing, and they kept a very tacit frequency with each breath.

Maybe it was too quiet, Xie Yuyu, who was not sleeping very well, frowned and groaned.

Because he couldn't wait for Xie Lang's answer, Ou Chen hurriedly rubbed his fingers secretly under the blanket, and suddenly heard Xie Yu's moaning, he thought he had accidentally bumped into the cutie.

So he quickly pulled his hand out and put it outside the quilt, and then patted his calf through the quilt, "Little cute, keep on sleeping."

Surrounded by familiar voices and beats, Xie Yu soon became quiet again.

Seeing Xie Yu's little brows gradually loosen, Ou Chen's heart was raised in his throat, and then he put it back gently.

Xie Lang smiled lightly, "Don't be so nervous, it won't happen."

"Are you willing to speak?" Ou Chen opened his eyelids and looked at him.

"..." Xie Lang took a deep breath, "I checked the information yesterday, and the internet said that mania is not too bad..."

"Not too bad?" Ou Chen cut off his anger. It's impossible to completely cure this sentence. He heard from his father yesterday and from Dr. Sun in the afternoon. Now Xie Lang is going to say it too. I was about to be blown up by this sentence as a second kicker.

Fuck!

"The last time I checked the Internet for tonsil inflammation, I wished I could pick a place with good geomantic omen for myself on the spot," he said while glaring at Xie Lang, suppressing his voice, "We have a ready-made doctor now. If you don't consult, what are you going to do?" Net? It seems that you will be!"

Xie Lang didn't want to quarrel with Ou Chen, so he pursed his lips and tried to explain to him, "No, I think I might be a widow..."

"What's left behind? Where the hell did you come from?" Ou Chen didn't want to hear him give up on himself, so he interrupted him again.

"..." Xie Lang calmed down his desire to beat Ochen to death, and tried to speak again, "I mean I..."

"It doesn't matter what you mean," Ou Chen looked at him without blinking, "I'll ask you now if you want to find a time to talk to me..."

"Look! Follow! Go!" Xie Lang was really annoyed that he interrupted his words again and again, interrupting his words like revenge, and said a series of words, as if afraid of being cut off by Ou Chen a second later, " Is it all right? Are you satisfied? Young master?"

"Very satisfied!" The young master pulled his face and said.

Xie Lang glared at him and didn't want to talk to him anymore.

whispering sound!

Still staring at him?

Ou Chen was so angry that he also rolled his eyes and glared at Xie Lang.

After staring, he suddenly felt that his hands outside the quilt were a little cold, so he flicked his hands towards Xie Lang's eyes annoyed.

It was arrogant and owed, as if it was not his own hand.

Xie Lang was afraid that he would throw him in the face, so he frowned and pressed down his hand. Feeling a little cold, he impatiently warmed him with both hands.

"Don't keep saying that you can't cure it, I don't like to hear it." Feeling the heat coming from his hand, Ou Chen's sad and deep voice sounded softly.

"Understood." Xie Lang replied awkwardly, and at the same time squeezed his hand tightly.

Ouchen stayed in the hospital for the past two days on Saturday and Sunday. Sister Wang brought him food and everything. He only went home once, and he still brought clothes for Xie Lang.

Xie Lang hasn't changed his clothes for several days, but it's winter, and he doesn't sweat or do anything, so he definitely doesn't have body odor, and it's just the smell of disinfectant in the hospital.

It doesn't smell bad, but it doesn't smell very good either. Xie Yuyu began to think that his brother stinks.

Xie Lang knocked on his forehead and said who I was because of.

Then Xie Yuyu began to act coquettishly.

Cheng Jingwen and Cheng Yiming didn't come to find fault for three consecutive days, Xie Lang was able to calm down and take better care of Xie Yuyu.

Xie Yuyu's fever has subsided, and he was supposed to leave the hospital on Monday when the doctor changed his medicine.

As a result, on Sunday afternoon, Xu Haoyu and Jiang Nan couldn't stop coming to see and thank Yuyu.

Neither of these two people was serious, and when they got together, they were completely a combination of cross talk, and they chattered all afternoon, which caused Xiao Erle's wounds to be torn open.

An angry Xie Lang kicked them out of the ward.

In this way, Xie Yu stayed in the hospital for another day.

Ouchen went to school on Monday, Xie Lang didn't ask his aunt to deliver meals, he was very embarrassed.

I didn't ask my grandparents to come over to deliver it. Grandpa's feet are still not healed.

When it was almost time for dinner, Xie Lang ordered takeaway in advance, fearing that it would be dirty, so he didn't order any fried vegetables, but ordered two bowls of porridge and two vegetarian buns.

"There's no meat." Xie Yu looked at Subaba's porridge and steamed buns, his little face was unhappy.

"What kind of meat to eat?" Xie Lang stirred the porridge for him to cool down a bit, "Look at the fat you ate these two days, it doesn't look good."

"Nonsense," Xie Yuyu didn't believe his brother, "Yesterday brother Qing also said that I'm chubby and cute."

"He lied to you, you still don't believe brother." Xie Lang scooped up a mouthful of porridge and put it to his mouth.

"I don't believe it, my brother keeps lying to me." Xie Yu took a sip of the porridge.

"Then you will be with Xu Xiaoqing's family tomorrow." Xie Lang looked at him, "You will be his younger brother."

"No," Xie Du smiled and shook his head, "I belong to Xie Lang's family, so I can't go to other people's houses."

"Virtue," Xie Lang smiled, "Drink quickly, you can drink three mouthfuls of porridge with just one spoonful."

"Then I have a small mouth." Xie Duo leisurely blew on the porridge in the spoon, then leaned over to suck two grains of rice porridge.

"What's the small mouth, you're the ink blot," Xie Lang said to him, "Why don't you go to brother Ouchen's house tomorrow and become the eldest lady."

"Wow!" Xie Yuyu happily agreed this time, mainly because the fried milk is so delicious.

"Okay, let brother Ouchen take you back after school at night."

"Then I can't be discharged from the hospital today." Xie Yuyu finished drinking the porridge in the spoon and looked at his brother with puffy cheeks.

"It's okay, brother will throw it out for you."

In the evening, Ou Chen failed to come to the hospital, but went to his father's place, and his father who had warned him not to see his father a few days ago told him to go.

"It's inexplicable," Ou Chen held up the phone and complained to Xie Lang, "I won't let me come to Sanyuan Street for a while, I won't see my father for a while, and I'll go to my father's place after school for a while "Hey, my baby is so tired. "

Xie Lang's low laughter came from the receiver, deep and crisp, "Thank you, baby."

"Hey," Ou Chen sighed, and asked Xie Lang lazily, "You will discharge the little cutie from the hospital tomorrow."

"Well," Xie Lang was probably washing towels, and the phone could still hear the sound of water, "I'll send the extras to your house tomorrow after I'm done, and someone said that I want to go to your house to be the eldest lady."

"That's a good thing," Ou Chen said happily, "Three meals of fried milk a day are enough, but I don't know if his brother can stay with him."

"That's impossible," Xie Lang said, "His brother doesn't like fried milk."

"Then what does his brother like to eat?" Ou Chen glanced at the driver, then covered his mouth and said into the receiver, "Does his brother like sweets like me?"

"..." Xie Lang probably couldn't stand this guy anymore, and sighed sadly, "If it doesn't work, you should go back to the mental hospital."

Ou Chen was very happy, and when he looked up and saw his father's teahouse, he said, "Okay, I won't talk nonsense with you, I'm in a mental hospital."

"Well, tell me before you escape."

"Got it," Ouchen waited for the car to come to a complete stop before opening the door and getting out of the car. Standing in the cold wind, he said tiredly, "Quick kiss, I'm going in."

"...You are a little seriously ill." Xie Lang said to him.

"Hurry up!" Ou Chen stamped his feet tremblingly, "It's so cold!"

Xie Lang sighed, kissed the phone, and said fiercely after finishing, "Okay, I'll hang up."

"Hang Hang Hang," Ou Chen said happily, "Go to bed early, I'll send you a message when I go back."

"understood."

It's almost here, all the waiters in Dad's shop are off work, leaving only a few hooligan brothers who watch the scene.

When a big brother heard the door knock, a big head popped out from the sofa with a shudder, and shrank back when he saw clearly that it was Ou Chen.

"Brother Ning is on the second floor." The big head said.

"Oh." Ou Chen knew that his father must be on the second floor without him saying anything, so he walked up to the second floor.

The second floor, which is usually full of tea fragrance, is now filled with a strong smell of foreign wine.

Ou Chen sniffed, frowned and looked at the drunk father alone.

Dad usually gives people a feeling that people can't be provoked, that is, the feeling that your neck will get cold when he looks at you.

But at this moment, the drunk old father exudes a kind of pitiful and sad loneliness inexplicably, like a stray dog ​​abandoned by the owner on the street in the middle of winter.

"Father," Ouchen walked to his side, and pinned his long hair hanging on his cheeks behind his ears, "it's not fun drinking alone."

The old man looked up at him in a daze, and it took him a long time to pull out a bitter smile, "Little boy, come and see your old man's joke."

"You're talking nonsense," Ou Chen coaxed him, "My father is a legend on Sanyuan Street, who would dare to come and see your jokes."

"Stop talking nonsense," the old man laughed out of taste twice, "Your old man and I are nothing..."

"Why are you nothing? Dad, you are still a street grass on Sanyuan Street, you have to stand up." Ou Chen took a cup from the shelf, "Come on, street grass father, my son will accompany you drink one."

"It's not big or small," the old man glanced at him, and took the glass from his hand, "Why are you drinking nonsense, my wine is quite expensive."

"......" Ou Chen made his father laugh all the time, but he still shouted fiercely, "I'm angry!"

The old man didn't speak, and leaned back in the chair, just looked up at Ouchen with half-closed eyes, but the slightly drunken eyes made him look blurred, as if he was looking at someone through Ouchen. After a long while, he smiled softly, and then hooked his hands at Ou Chen.

Inexplicably, Ou Chen pulled his face closer, "What are you doing!"

"You really look like him, exactly the same when you scare people." Dad's eyes suddenly darkened again, "It's a pity...he hasn't scared me like this for a long time..."

"You actually said that I look like a woman!" Ou Chen pointed at his sunny and charming face in disbelief, "Dad, you must be blind from drinking!"

The old man smiled and shook his head, "You don't understand."

"Then just tell me, and I'll understand." Ou Chen tried to catch his father's words in a cute tone.

It's not that his gossiping thoughts are on fire again, it's that he really wants to know who is this woman who makes Dad fascinated!

"You think your father is a fool, don't you dare to trick me!" The father pushed Ou Chen away without mercy.

"Oh, fuck..." Ou Chen was caught off guard and almost lay back on the tea table. Fortunately, his toes caught the old man's chair in time, so that the old man didn't get caught. Dad's million-dollar tea table was broken.

Hooking the chair and standing still, Ouchen said angrily, "Dad, don't make people look down on you because of domestic violence!"

"Get out, I've never hit him, okay?" The old man swung his wine glass, and the strong smell of foreign wine wafted into the air again.

Ou Chen has never drank foreign wine, so he still can't accept the taste. When the smell of foreign wine from the old man rushed over him, he tilted his head indistinctly, and then continued to try to formulate words.

"It must have hit him, otherwise why would he look down on you."

"You have lost your memory. I said that the family disagreed." The old man sighed very melancholy, not understanding why he would be reduced to talking about these things with his son.

"Hey," Ou Chen looked at his father bitterly, "It's been so long, why haven't you settled with his parents? I've convinced you. If you say you care about my future godmother, you Throw all your real estate certificates, car certificates, bank cards and bank keys at your parents, I don't believe they won't be moved!"

"His parents are both dead, how can I dump him? Shall I take a taxi there?" The old man looked at him coolly.

"...Go..." Ou Chen couldn't answer this sentence, turned his mind for a long time in a daze, and turned to a very unbelievable question, "How do you know that person's parents are dead?" Do you disagree? Called you?"

"......" The old man sighed in admiration, and then raised his voice and shouted, "Can't people disagree when they are alive!"

Ou Chen was yelled at and closed his eyes, opened them after a while, let out a breath of despair, then hooked a chair and sat down next to his father.

Looking at the father and son, one is more depressed than the other, as if there is no tomorrow.

After being silent for more than a minute, Ou Chen said again, "If you disagreed before you were alive, it should have expired now... Could it be that an adult couple wrote a suicide note? The suicide note means that you two will not be together for eight lifetimes." Together?"

The old man squeezed the wine glass, took a deep breath, and then calmly pointed in the direction of the stairs, "My son, go back to sleep, there is still class tomorrow."

"What kind of class are you taking? My dad asked me to watch you! He's afraid that you'll fall in love and drink himself to death!" Ochente glanced at his dad worriedly, "Look how worried my father and son are about you! You are still so inconsiderate!"

"Your dad asked you to come... right?" Dad asked him inexplicably.

"Otherwise, I have clairvoyance and know that you are getting drunk for love today."

"Okay," Dad nodded, "Then don't look at it, go back and tell your dad directly, tell him that I drank to death, and let him bring my coffin to collect my body tomorrow."

This is a bit of a temper tantrum.

Ou Chen rubbed his temples with a headache, "Father, don't you look at how old you are, our elder brother Xie Lang stopped playing such a petty temper this year."

"...Are you going?" The old man looked at him expressionlessly.

"Don't go," Ou Chen shook his head resolutely, "I'll sleep with you today, and you have to send me to school tomorrow."

"Going to school just like you are fooling around? Going to school is also a waste of money." The old man said to him.

Ou Chen opened his mouth to retort, but before he could speak, he heard his father say again, "Your brother Xie Lang is crazy, right? Tsk, what a good child, but you ruined him."

"......" Ou Chen clenched his fist, and when he came into contact with his father's sight, he loosened it timidly, and said with a smile, "I'm going to sleep, father, please slow down." Drink slowly."

"My dear son, go," said the old man, suddenly thinking of something, "Oh, by the way, the water heater upstairs is broken, so don't take a bath today, just go to sleep."

"Hey," Ou Chen got up to go out, sat back before lifting his feet, and looked at his father while taking out his mobile phone, "I forgot just now, my father recorded a video for him and sent it to him before he asked me to leave. ...Dad, I'm going to bed now, my dad won't listen to me, and asked me to tell you he's ummm..."

"How old are you, little bastard, and still complaining?" The old man covered his mouth, confiscated his mobile phone, and completely deleted the recorded video from the mobile phone. Father is not shameful enough, is he!"

"No, no, no!" Ou Chen protested.

Dad let him go, "The phone is confiscated today, go play ball by yourself."

Ou Chen wasn't worried about the phone, he just raised his eyebrows and asked his father, "Are you still drinking?"

"Don't talk to me!" The old man finished the wine in the glass, put the cork back into the foreign wine bottle angrily, put the foreign wine back into the wine cabinet, and then turned around and lit Ochen with his mobile phone, " The bridge between the two of us has been settled, remember to walk around when you see me in the future."

After speaking, he put Ouchen's mobile phone in his pocket, and walked towards the third floor in a graceful manner.

"Get up early tomorrow!" Ou Chen didn't care about that, and shouted at his father's back, "I have to go to morning self-study."

"I love you! It's none of my business!" The old man stepped up the steps without looking back.

"Hey Dad..."

The old man quickly turned around and pointed at Ou Chen, and almost sprained his ankle because of too much force.

"Morning self-study." Ou Chen shook his father's phone.

"Got it!" The old man was annoyed by him.