poor guy

"Come, Xiao Shen, have a bowl of ginger soup." Mrs. Ji brought the hot ginger soup to Shen Lian, her bark-like face seemed to bloom at this moment.

Shen Lian took it over, and said obediently, "Thank you, grandma." He imitated Wen Yeyan's name, and he also had a local accent, and his voice was very soft.

The old lady Ji couldn't help laughing, and patted his head and praised him for his beauty.

Wen Yeyan coughed a few times unwillingly, and said a little strangely: "I don't see anyone else here? What about my share?"

Mrs. Ji didn't give him any face, "The kitchen serves it by itself."

"Can you make the difference more obvious?" Wen Yeyan said.

Shen Lian looked here and there, he didn't know how the grandparent and grandson get along, so he handed the soup to Wen Yeyan timidly.

Wen Yeyan was not too polite, took a sip from the rim of the bowl, and cast a provocative look at Old Madam Ji, "Little Shen Lian'er has a conscience."

"Don't pay attention to him." Mrs. Ji said to Shen Lian, "After drinking the soup, I'll make a pack of medicine for you to drink."

There was a muffled thunder outside the house, and the rain started to rain again at some point, not too big or too small, and it seemed that it would last forever.

Shen Lian looked out of the window worriedly, he was going back in the rain, it didn't matter if he got caught in the rain, but he couldn't bear to let his new clothes get caught in the rain.

Mrs. Ji saw what he was thinking, and said softly, "You can stay here tonight. It just so happens that this prodigal son bought you new clothes. I'll go and put some hot water on you, and I'll take a good bath later."

Shen Lian hadn't thought about this option yet, so he gave a blank "Oh", but soon realized that he had to go to school tomorrow, and his schoolbag was still at home.

"How simple is this, can't it be done by letting Yanyan help you?" Wen Yeyan said casually.

Shen Lian thought he was joking, how could Shen Yanyan help him carry his schoolbag.Unexpectedly, Wen Yeyan made a phone call, finished speaking in a few sentences, and said to Shen Lian, "It's done."

Shen Lian couldn't believe it.

Wen Yeyan grabbed his shoulders and teased, "Yanyan is so enthusiastic and kind, how could she not even do such a small favor?"

Shen Lian: "..."

Mrs. Ji couldn't go out to buy vegetables this day, so she could only entertain Shen Lian with the "leftovers" they brought back.

The old man always disliked fried food, but Shen Lian was happy to eat, so old lady Ji lit Wen Yeyan again.

Shen Lian felt guilty for causing Wen Yeyan to be scolded by him, so he quietly approached Wen Yeyan and pushed the egg tart that he couldn't bear to eat.

Wen Yeyan was enraged by the words, and muttered: "Didn't I help her collect the flower pots, my breathing is wrong!"

Shen Lian comforted him, "It's not wrong to breathe."

Wen Yeyan suddenly lost his temper, and looked at him amusedly, "It's not about that."

"You eat, it's delicious." Shen Lian gestured to the egg tart and said.

Wen Yeyan took a sip, and found that the tart skin was rough and the egg liquid was sweet and greasy, which really didn't suit his liking, so he returned it to Shen Lian, "It's only you who like this stuff."

"It's delicious." Shen Lian muttered, after finishing the egg tart, there were crumbs on both sides of his mouth.

"It's sloppy to death." Wen Yeyan said to him.

Shen Lian looked at Wen Ye Yan, his face puffed up, but he was still reluctant to swallow the last bite.The thin white face bulged into a small bun, which looked a little tastier than egg tarts.

Wen Yeyan raised her hand and pinched that cheek.

Almost squeezed out the contents of Shen Lian's mouth.

"It's fun, let's pinch it again." Wen Yeyan said.

Shen Lian grabbed the back of his hand, protected his face and continued to eliminate the remaining food.

The old lady Ji was afraid that Shen Lian would not be full, so she served him a bowl of fresh and sweet clam soup, and said to him, "Sleep in the same room with Wen Yeyan tonight, and I will let him sleep on the sofa."

Wen Yeyan was not happy: "Why don't you ask my opinion?"

"If you don't want to share a room with Xiao Shen, you can sleep in the living room." Mrs. Ji said.

"Hey, why do I have to sleep on the sofa? How big is your sofa? Can it fit me? Besides, it's not like there is no other room at home." Wen Yeyan said.

"There has been no ventilation for too long, there are mites and molds, and Xiao Shen has delicate skin and tender flesh, so he will be allergic."

Shen Lian whispered, "I can sleep anywhere, I don't have allergies."

Wen Yeyan wanted to say something, but his cell phone rang, and he went to the living room to answer the call.

"Have you eaten Ye Yan'er?" Yao Chukai's voice on the phone was cautious.

Wen Yeyan let out a casual "hmm", "Last time I asked you to help me send that car over, why hasn't it been done for so long?"

Yao Chukai lacked confidence and said, "I was just about to tell you about this... I went to your house the next day after getting your order, but your father didn't let me."

Wen Yeyan's brows slowly frowned.

Yao Chukai continued: "I can't give up like this, can I? Then I asked my dad to intercede and Aunt Qin to say good things, but it still didn't work, I just refused."

"That car belongs to me, why wouldn't he let it go?" Wen Yeyan said displeased.

Yao Chukai followed his words, "That's right, I really don't understand why uncle wants to do this. Maybe, maybe he wants you to tell him in person. If you tell him in person, he will let go."

Wen Yeyan laughed, "No need, I won't do it just for a bike. Isn't it just a mountain bike, I'll order a new one."

"But, but..." Yao Chukai hesitated.

"But what, just say what you have to say."

"I heard from my dad that your uncle has already suspended all your cards."

The corners of Wen Yeyan's mouth sank.

After hanging up the phone, Wen Yeyan immediately checked his bank cards, and the three he used most often were indeed frozen, not even missing the card he used for venture capital.

He first contacted the companies he currently invests in, but fortunately, Wen Ruiping didn't cut the limit.

Then he called Wen Ruiping again.

Waited for a long time to connect.

"Am I not mistaken?" Wen Ruiping said slowly, "It's the first time that my son, who has been away from home for more than a month, called me on his own initiative."

Wen Yeyan didn't play sloppy with him, and went straight to the point: "Why do you freeze my card? My funds are clean and haven't violated the law. What reason do you use..."

"You question me so much, which shows that you are still too naive." Wen Ruiping said.

Wen Yeyan's back teeth clenched, "Old man, you are really shameless."

The veins on Wen Ruiping's forehead swelled up. He is only 45 this year, and he is in his prime with proper maintenance. This little fish is simply rebellious.

"Don't be aggrieved. Didn't I give you all the money? Now that I know I'm angry, I don't want to see how I behave."

"I didn't give you a dime." Wen Yeyan said every word, serious and almost cold, "The money in my card is all earned by myself, don't think you are so good, everyone wants to curry favor you."

"Wen Yeyan! Do you know who you are talking to?" Wen Ruiping said angrily.

Shen Lian sipped the clam soup from a bowl, his eyes fixed on Wen Yeyan.

He turned his back to Shen Lian, but it could be seen from his back that he was having an unpleasant conversation.

"Xiao Shen, the hot water is ready for you." Mrs. Ji said, "Have you finished drinking?"

Shen Lian put down the bowl and nodded.

The old lady Ji led him to the bathroom.

Shen Lian was still thinking about Wen Yeyan, and turned to look at him, seeing that Wen Yeyan hung up the phone and was still standing, his whole figure was wrapped in rain.

Walking into the bathroom, Mrs. Ji told him to use that towel, which bottle was the shower gel and which bottle was the shampoo, and where to put the dirty clothes and where the clean clothes were, and let him wash them.

Shen Lian stood in the middle of the bathroom in a daze for a while, the hot water in the bathtub was still steaming, old lady Ji said it was for him, how do I use it?Use a ladle to pour it on your body?But there is no scoop.

Do I have to soak in it?Shen Lian thought blankly.

Wen Yeyan was in a very depressed mood, the cell phone in his hand was getting tighter and tighter, and urgently needed a vent, so he raised his hand——

"If you break my things, you will lose money." Mrs. Ji said slowly.

"Old lady." Wen Yeyan glanced over, "You and him should be in harmony?"

"It's just to know in advance." Mrs. Ji said, "Your father told me not to give you money, but to see more of me. How can my little pension get into your young master Wen's eyes?"

"I'm bored!" Wen Yeyan said.

"Young man." Mrs. Ji shook her head, "I can't afford you food and drink here, and this small place doesn't cost much money. It should be yours and it will be yours in the future. Why are you angry?"

"You don't understand." Wen Yeyan muttered, "He didn't regard me as an independent person at all."

"Prove it to him?"

"I don't." Wen Yeyan rolled his eyes, "What do I love, why should I prove myself to someone who doesn't like me, how cheap, don't you think so?"

Mrs. Ji nodded approvingly, "You still have backbone."

"I'm so bored, I'm going to sleep." Wen Yeyan shook his hand and left.

In the bathroom, Shen Lian sat in the bathtub with his legs bent, rubbed out bubbles with shower gel, was blown out by him, and then swung back again. It was a boring little game that he played for a long time.

Soaking in hot water is unprecedentedly comfortable. The body is warm and slippery, and the mind is sleepy. I really want to sleep here.

Shen Lian forgot the time for a while, so he kneaded another ball of bubbles, and carefully squeezed out the ears for the bubbles.

The bathroom door was suddenly pushed open.

Shen Lian: "!"

Wen Yeyan walked in, threw the clothes on the rack, and began to undress.

Shen Lian: "...?"

Just when he had only a pair of underpants left, Shen Lian finally said, "Hello."

Wen Yeyan turned around and saw Shen Lian in the bathtub, but was startled, "You are here."

Shen Lian had a wooden face.

Wen Yeyan explained: "It's not that I didn't see you on purpose, I was thinking about something else..." He suddenly came up with a bad idea, and walked towards Shen Lian with malicious intentions, "In this case, let's wash together?"

Shen Lian stared at him in horror, the children in the south didn't have the habit of sharing the bathroom with others.

"Don't come here." Shen Lian resisted and splashed water on him.

"What's the matter, what's the matter, are you really a girl?" Wen Yeyan walked forward against the small splash, and really glanced into the bathtub, it was indeed a boy.

He breathed a sigh of relief, otherwise the joke would be too big.

Shen Lian scooped up a handful of hot water and slapped him hard on the face, "You're perverted."

These three words were spoken thinly and softly, without any strength, Wen Yeyan smiled, and it sounded very comfortable, "Hey, I can swear."

Shen Lian quickly covered herself with a towel, and said unhappily, "I'm not going out yet."

"Have you washed your hair, I'll help you." Wen Yeyan was not serious.

"It's been washed." Shen Lian replied.

"Then you help me." After speaking, he sat down by the bathtub, really intending to ask Shen Lian to help.

Shen Lian was speechless for a while, but still squeezed shampoo into his hands, wet Wen Yeyan's hair, and rubbed it.

"Hey, this strength." Wen Yeyan said comfortably, "It seems like I haven't eaten for half a month."

Shen Lian: "..."

"Hey! Hey! Take it easy! Your scalp has been ripped off!" Wen Yeyan screamed.

Shen Lian rubbed rich bubbles on top of his head, picked up the game just now, and pinched his ears on his head.

"I called my dad just now, and I was so angry." Wen Yeyan said.

It turned out to be his father.Shen Lian thought.

"I will never be a father like him in the future. My son must take good care of me and communicate well. Hey, little Shen Lian'er." Wen Yeyan leaned back, her back stuck on the bathtub, but her head rested on Shen Lian's chest , the bubble ear on the head rubbed against Shen Lian's chin.

He was also sleepy, and said lazily, "Be my son, I love you so much."

Shen Lian suspected that she had misheard, "Are you crazy?"

The voice was very serious and doubtful, his small chest trembled slightly, as if it had reached Wen Yeyan's heart, and he blurted out: "Swear again."

Shen Lian didn't want to scold.

Shen Lian just wanted to pinch poop on his head.