Really young master, he came to the pride gate

The invigilating teacher didn't believe in evil, ran over to take a look, and fell silent immediately.

He waved his hand, indicating that Song Fanyin and the others could leave, and sat back in their seats in a daze.

Really done.

That's a hundred questions. Are the people in the virus hospital so good?

Seeing this, Anru's face changed, and then he bent his lips mockingly.

What's so great about answering the questions, maybe you didn't get any of them right.

Song Fanyin didn't know what Anru was thinking. After leaving the examination room, he didn't hurry and sat on the sofa in the hall.

Both Zhang Yingying and Qin Chao were a little excited, covering their mouths and laughing, "Senior, you are so amazing that you finished the answer so quickly, then we will definitely get the first place this time."

Qin Chao also nodded fiercely, and snorted, "See how Anru still laughs at us. By the way, senior, don't we go?"

Song Fanyin propped his chin, lazily shook his head, "Wait a minute."

Although Zhang Yingying and Qin Chao were puzzled, they sat down and discussed the previous topic with him without asking any further questions.

Almost an hour later, An Ru and the others came out.

Seeing that Song Fanyin was still there, he curled his lips mockingly and sneered.

Song Fanyin raised his eyelids, stood up, and walked out with Zhang Yingying and Qin Chao. When he passed by Anru, he spoke lightly.

"Anju? Huh."

Anru: "..."

Her face turned blue.

Zhang Yingying and Qin Chao were overjoyed, they glanced at Anru, followed Song Fanyin, and swaggered out the door.

Today is just the preliminary round, and the results will be announced in the afternoon, and it will be the rematch next week.

Song Fanyin waved his hands casually, separated from Zhang Yingying and the others, and went to the mall.

After picking out a gift for Mr. Song in the mall, he drove back to Song's house.

There is only Grandpa Song at home, and my uncle Song Qian'en has gone to work and hasn't come back yet.

Seeing Song Fanyin, Grandpa Song rolled his eyes happily, "Doesn't it mean that the genius is back?"

Song Fanyin curled his lips and smiled lightly, "I'll be back when I'm done with work."

Grandpa Song poked his head and glanced behind him, "Where is Xiao Huo, why didn't you come back with you?"

Song Fanyin paused, "He's busy."

He didn't tell his grandfather about the divorce. He was afraid that his grandfather would be worried before, but now he doesn't know how to say it.

Grandpa Song laughed, "The management company is busy, but it's okay, you can come back."

Song Fanyin responded lazily, rolled up his sleeves, and planned to go to the kitchen to cook.

Mr. Song stopped him, "Let Mrs. Li do it, and you can talk to Grandpa."

Mrs. Li also spoke from the side, "Yes, Young Master Song, I can just do it, and you can talk to the old man."

Song Fanyin didn't respond, "I'll knead the dough for Grandpa to make noodles, Aunt Li will do the rest."

Mr. Song hadn't tasted Song Fanyin's cooking skills for a long time, and seeing his insistence, he didn't refuse again.

Song Fanyin went into the kitchen, kneaded and kneaded the noodles, and then chopped vegetables to make whistles. Before Aunt Li finished the dishes, he was almost ready.

Seeing his skillful movements, Aunt Li couldn't help but praise him, "Young Master Song is really skilled."

She also knows how to cook, and she has done it for many years, but she is not as good as Xiao Song.

When the food was ready, Song Fanyin called Mr. Song, and the three of them ate together.

Just when he was about to move his chopsticks, Song Qian'en came back. When he saw Song Fanyin, a smile appeared on Wen Ya's face, "Xiaoyin is back."

Song Fanyin nodded casually, "I just got home and cooked noodles, do you want some, uncle?"

Song Qian'en washed his hands and rubbed his head, "Eat, can we wait until the cooking is done?"

Mr. Song asked Mrs. Li to also serve Song Qianen a bowl of noodles.

After eating, the few of them sat and chatted together for a while, but Mr. Song couldn't hold on anymore and was going to take a nap.

Song Fanyin helped him into the house, and went back to the living room, chatting with Song Qianen.

Song Qianen poured him a cup of tea, his expression became more serious, "Are you divorced from Huo Chiyan?"

He heard this from Gu Mo. Although he knew that the two had no relationship, he was still shocked when he heard it.

Song Fanyin took a sip of tea slowly, without emotion, "Leave."

Song Qian'en paused, "Then when will you tell your grandfather?"

Song Fanyin paused, "Wait until grandpa's birthday is over."

Grandpa has always liked Huo Chiyan very much. If he knew that the two were divorced, he might be worried, but it is impossible to keep this matter secret.

Song Fanyin didn't go back in the evening, and stayed directly at Song's house. After dinner, he returned to his room.

Just after taking a shower, the phone rang.

He lazily unlocked the phone, saw that Huo Chiyan was calling, his eyebrows jumped, and he hung up directly.

But the other end still didn't give up, and called again. Seeing that Song Fanyin still didn't answer, he sent a WeChat message.

[Huo: Where is it?Not coming back at night? 】

Song Fanyin ignored it and clicked on Zhang Yingying's WeChat.

[Zhang Yingying: Senior, have you read the announcement?We took No.1. 】

An excited expression was added at the back.

Song Fanyin really didn't read it, he didn't even remember it, so he replied casually.

[Fan: No. 】

Zhang Yingying came back immediately.

[Zhang Yingying: The teacher is very happy, saying that you are too capable.The senior is mighty. 】

Emoticons were added later.

The corners of Song Fanyin's lips twitched involuntarily, and just as he was about to return his expression, Huo Chiyan's video call popped up.

He accidentally clicked on the connection, and in an instant, Huo Chiyan's handsome face appeared on the screen.

Huo Chiyan glanced at Song Fanyin coldly, and curled his lips, "Going home? I remember grandpa's birthday is tomorrow."

Song Fanyin didn't want to talk about it at first, so he raised his eyelids and said indifferently, "Is there anything else?"

Huo Chi said: "..."

He had a snack, "No."

Song Fanyin directly hung up.

Huo Chiyan looked at the phone, paused, raised his eyelids, and told Uncle Zhong, "Ask the driver to drive, and I'll go out for a while."

Zhong Bo looked strange, "It's so late, young master, you haven't eaten yet, where are you going?"

Could it be that the young master began to disregard his masculinity and planned to go to bars and clubs when the young lady was not around?

He paused, "If you go to drink, be careful that the young lady will get angry when she comes back."

Huo Chi said: "..."

The veins on his forehead twitched, "Go to Song's house."

Uncle Zhong immediately felt relieved and smiled, "Then I'll call the driver now, young master, remember to bring some presents."

Huo Chi said: "..."

Is the discrimination so obvious?

With a sullen face, he took the gift he had prepared in advance, and some other gifts, and went to Song's house by car.

The Song family lives in the suburbs, and it takes two hours to drive there.

By the time Huo Chiyan arrived, it was already ten o'clock in the evening.

Hearing the movement, Song Qianen came to open the door, saw Huo Chiyan, and was taken aback, "Xiaoyan, why are you here?"

Are you already divorced?Why is Xiaoyan still here?

Huo Chiyan handed over the gift very respectfully, "Come and drink with me."

Song Qianen: "..."

If he hadn't known that both of them were divorced, he would have believed it.

He paused for a moment, took the gift, opened the door, and went upstairs to call Song Fanyin.

Song Fanyin had heard the movement long ago, but didn't pay attention to it. After listening to Song Qianen's words, his phoenix eyes narrowed, and a coldness flashed between his brows.

He went downstairs and walked to the living room, and he saw Huo Chiyan in a suit and leather shoes.

Huo Chiyan was tall and tall, standing in the living room, his handsome face was full of dignity.

Seeing Song Fanyin, the corners of his lips curled up, "Yinyin."

Song Fanyin: "..."

He pressed hard, suppressed the fire, and raised his eyes coldly, "What are you doing here?"

Huo Chiyan was quite calm, "Grandpa's birthday is tomorrow, and I'll celebrate his birthday."

Song Fanyin: "..."

It's even more annoying.

Song Qian'en hooked his lower lip in a funny way, "I'm going back to my room, Xiaoyin, you entertain Xiaoyan, after all, the visitor is a guest."

His feelings towards Huo Chiyan were neither bad nor bad, but it was so late and he chased him home, it was obvious that Huo Chiyan still cared about Xiaoyin.

Song Fanyin frowned coldly, and responded coldly, and when Song Qianen left, he looked at Huo Chiyan, and kicked him away.

"My grandpa doesn't need you for your birthday, you can go."

The corners of Huo Chiyan's lips twitched, and his tone revealed a trace of grievance, "Yinyin, I came here on purpose, and I haven't eaten yet, can you bear the thought that I'm hungry?"

Song Fanyin sneered, "Don't do this, I won't eat it."

What a big man, pretending to be a poor little white flower.

Huo Chiyan paused, then walked towards Mr. Song's room, "Okay, I'll just tell Grandpa and leave."

Song Fanyin: "..."

There is no end to this man.

He rubbed his back teeth and was about to carry him out when Mr. Song came out when he heard the noise.

Mr. Song was a little surprised when he saw Huo Chiyan, "Why are you here so late? Didn't Xiaoyin say you were busy?"

The corners of Huo Chiyan's lips curled up, and he smiled, "I came here early because I thought of Grandpa's birthday tomorrow."

Seeing the things in Huo Chiyan's hand, Mr. Song couldn't help but smile, with kind eyes, "It's so troublesome to use, but since you're here, let's stay here. Have you eaten yet?"

Huo Chiyan glanced at Song Fanyin, shook his head, "Not yet."

Old Master Song told Song Fanyin, "Xiaoyin, get something for Xiaohuo to eat, don't be hungry."

Song Fanyin: "..."

With a cold face, he went into the kitchen.

Huo Chiyan stayed in the living room to talk with Mr. Song. Looking sideways, seeing Song Fanyin's irritable appearance, a smile flashed across his eyes.

After chatting for a while, Mr. Song was about to go back to his room to sleep. He had been poisoned before. Although he was cured by Song Fan's method of exchanging blood for blood, there was still residual poison in his body. He was too tired to hold on.

Huo Chiyan sent him back to the room, and then came to the kitchen. Seeing Song Fanyin busy in the kitchen, he paused, walked over, and stood behind him, with inexplicable joy in his voice.

"You didn't tell your grandpa about our divorce?"

Song Fanyin just felt annoyed, so he elbowed him in the stomach, and said coldly, "Stay away from me."

Huo Chiyan frowned in pain, took two steps back, and his voice became aggrieved again, "Drink."

Song Fanyin threw the lid of the pot on the chopping board, looked sideways, Bai Ci's face was cold, "Shut up if you want to eat."

Huo Chi said: "..."

He swallowed all the words with a wink, and just looked at Song Fanyin's eyes, becoming happy.

If this is the case, does it mean that he and Yinyin are expected to remarry?