The ruffian is hard to guard

Zhan Changsong raised his eyebrows, looking proud.

"You? You are an iron rooster, and you will pay for others' tuition?" Fei Fan snorted, "If you want to make up a story, can you make up a more reliable one?"

Zhan Changsong didn't puff out a puff of cigarettes, he was choked and coughed: "Little bastard, why can't I be a Bodhisattva who can help the world?"

Fei Fan rolled his eyes and nodded perfunctorily: "Okay, I believe it. What happened later? Could it be that his life was a mess, and he managed to become the wealthy Mr. Zhou in just a few years?"

Zhan Changsong pondered for a while: "It can be regarded as a life hack. I met his grandfather after a year in college. It turns out that Zhou Bingyi is the young master of the largest pharmaceutical company in the provincial capital. He has become the wealthy Mr. Zhou."

Fei Fan was tongue-tied, and it took him a while to sigh: "It's really a novel that reflects reality."

"Grass, you are the goddamn novel brought into reality." Zhan Changsong snorted, wrapping his arms around Fei Fan's head, "Who would have thought that a little guy who swindles food and drink by my side every day, turns around and walks away?" He became the young master of a rich family."

He opened the distance between the two and glanced at Fei Fan's expensive clothes: "Who would have thought that a few days ago you were still wearing a 20-yuan t-shirt from a street stall, wearing 30-yuan sneakers, a The broken poncho lasted all summer."

Fei Fan made him feel a little embarrassed, so he pushed Zhan Changsong and said awkwardly: "The left is just clothes, what's the difference between good and bad."

What he said was true. Although he walked in sackcloth and had light meals and rough tea in the small town, it was the most relaxed and comfortable time he had passed since his mother passed away.

There are no vicious stepmothers and step-sisters, no despicable and sanctimonious fathers, no profit-seeking partners, only a group of sincere children and the black-hearted boss next door.

Fei Fan bit his lips, feeling sore in his heart.

I am afraid that I will never go back to that place, he sighed in his heart.

"Have the family affairs been resolved?" Zhan Changsong only got a chance to ask a serious question after the two had met for a long time.

Fei Fan glanced at Zhan Changsong, then quickly looked away: "My father will not agree to Zhou Sen's marriage proposal in the near future."

Zhan Changsong raised his eyebrows: "So? What's the price?"

Fei Fan choked up, and after a long silence, looked at the vast night and uttered a helpless sentence: "Resuming classes and going to school, I have broken relations with...you."

Crap, Zhan Changsong was burned by the soot, and his face was stern: "He will be broken if he says so? Who is he?"

Seeing that Fei Fan was still silent, he suddenly had a surge of anger and blood. He pulled the young man into a remote alley, pushed him against the wall, pressed his forehead against his forehead, and raised his chin and asked in a low voice: "Little Fei!" , you agreed?"

Fei Fan's heart contracted tightly, as if the air had been squeezed out, only trembling remained.

"I..."

Zhan Changsong's eyes became deeper as he hesitated to speak.

"I...agreed temporarily." Seeing the man's face darken, Fei Fan hurriedly grabbed him and explained, "It's just a stopgap measure, it can't be done for real."

The eyes of the two were tightly intertwined, and Fei Fan's uneasiness and insecurity were captured in Zhan Changsong's eyes, and his anger slowly dissipated, leaving only distress in the end.

He rubbed the hair of the young man who was flustered like a rabbit in front of him: "Okay, I know you are insincere, I am not angry, don't seduce me by pretending to cry or not.

Fei Fan was ashamed and angry. Just as he was about to defend himself, the man pressed his thumb to his lips, and the deep voice rang in his ears again.

"The important thing is your opinion, and I don't care about other people's opinions." The man pinched his tender cheeks: "Poor thing, our family's little things have to fight wits and courage with others."

Who said it wasn't, Fei Fan lowered his face and pursed his mouth in an aggrieved look.

"I'll help you with what you want to do in the future," Zhan Changsong scratched his head, "Although it may not be of much help to you, I can always give you some advice."

Fei Fan's heart was ironed, and as soon as he relaxed his mind, he was in the mood to play tricks: "You have such a bad heart, what good idea can you come up with?"

"Haven't you heard a sentence? The wicked have their own grind."

Zhan Changsong lifted one corner of his mouth and smiled incomparably, but Fei Fan found peace of mind and strength in this wicked smile.

. . . . . .

Zhan Changsong rented an old house and temporarily stayed in the provincial capital.

He entrusted the supermarket in the town to Jiang Chunsheng's mother, and made more than an hour's phone call to teach him the black-hearted and ignorant "way of doing business". Jiang's mother, who has been an honest person for more than 30 years, heard these remarks , I didn't sleep well for two nights, and as soon as I closed my eyes, I was chased by someone with a big stick. While chasing, I scolded "the boss with a black heart, a profiteer with no conscience"!

The news that Fei Fan's "adulterate" came to the provincial capital reached Fei's father the next day.

Today, he tidied himself up, and at first glance, he was undoubtedly a well-off upstart.

Seeing Fei Fan coming down the stairs, he greeted him with a smile on his face.

"Son, let's go out?" He looked at Fei Fan from head to toe, "Why don't you tidy up and buy some more good clothes, Dad will pay for you."

Fei Fan frowned, and looked at Fei Pinen cautiously.

Zhan Changsong was mistaken for Fei Fan's boyfriend by Zhao Baihui's mother and daughter. He made a high-profile appearance a few days ago. Fei Pinen must have heard about it. Fei Fan was ready to be reprimanded or even grounded by Fei's father, but he unexpectedly met him This face.

There must be a demon in the abnormal situation.

"Go out for a stroll casually, why are you so particular about your clothes?" Fei Fan responded to all changes with the same attitude.

"Where are you going? To see Mr. Zhan?"

Fei Fan raised his eyebrows.

Mr. Zhan?He remembered that a few days ago Fei Pinen called his "adulter" a dog piss moss who couldn't get on the stage.

"Take me to visit Mr. Zhan. He's here for you. We can't neglect him. How about treating him to a meal?"

Fei Fan didn't understand what kind of medicine was sold in Feipin's gourd, so he didn't respond for a long time.

Father Fei rubbed his hands, impatient: "I heard that Mr. Zhan knows Zhou Bingyi, the president of Zhou's Pharmaceuticals? How about I be the host and invite him to the gathering."

It turned out that this was the case, Fei Fan understood, the old stuff was really useless.

In order to catch up with the rich and powerful, he even accepted his son's boyfriend like a "turtle". In front of money, there is nothing that Fei Pinen can't "sacrifice".

Didn't he just sacrifice himself and marry his mother against his will?

Feeling depressed, Fei Fan refused with a sullen face, preventing Fei Pinen from using Zhan Changsong as a raft.

"Dad, Zhan Changsong doesn't know Mr. Zhou well, so I'm afraid he won't be able to invite him."

"How can it be unfamiliar? I've heard people say that Zhou Bingyi, who is decisive and ruthless in the mall, meets Mr. Zhan as respectfully as a younger brother meets a big brother."