People are rejoicing: My childhood sweetheart is Qiao Yingzi

Chapter 6 Reaction
In Scholarly Garden, when going up the stairs, Qiao Yingzi suddenly thought of something - she forgot to remind Fang Hou'er to pay attention to his parents, forget it, Fang Hou'er has a thick skin, so he shouldn't be afraid of beating him.

When she arrived at the door of her own house, she opened the door with the key and found that the house was still bright. Apparently, her mother was not asleep yet and was still waiting for her.

Sure enough, not long after the door opened, a middle-aged woman wearing khaki pajamas and slippers appeared at the corner of the entrance.

"Yingzi is back. Why are you back so late today? Have you eaten?" A gentle voice with a hint of reproach asked Qiao Yingzi who had changed into slippers.

Seeing that her mother was a little angry, Yingzi quickly explained.

"I didn't get a taxi today, so I wasted a lot of time. I haven't had dinner yet."

"There's something left for you on the table. I'll help you warm it up." Song Qian stepped forward and touched her daughter's long, silky hair, and said fondly when she saw her pouty look on her face.

After saying that, he turned around, picked up the apron placed on the entrance, and walked to the kitchen.

Yingzi threw her schoolbag on the chair and lay lazily on the sofa. Her mind kept thinking of what she had just said in the car. "My Lord, please forgive me, God. Until now, Yingzi's mind is still confused."

Just as Song Qian was bringing the hot dishes to the table, Qiao Yingzi couldn't help but asked Song Qian.

"Mom, do you know that the king spares your life?"

Song Qian was a little confused when she heard her daughter's question, she frowned and answered.

"My lord, spare my life? What is this, a line?"

"I heard it's a novel and it's very popular now."

After hearing the novel, Song Qian immediately became very alert and looked at Yingzi with some suspicion.

"Girl, we are about to enter our third year of high school, so we have to put down all novels and games, you know, we must not touch them."

When Yingzi heard her mother's very stern tone, and then thought about the boxes of Lego she had hidden in her father's house, she couldn't help but feel a twinge of guilt in her heart, and quickly told Song Qian that she would never play with these things.

After seeing her daughter swearing, Song Qian gave up, took out the remaining dishes from the microwave, washed the dishes and chopsticks for her daughter, and placed them before stopping to rest.

When Yingzi was eating dinner, she saw her tired mother whose feet were not touching the ground. She felt distressed and depressed at the same time, worried that she would not be able to repay her mother.

With such complicated feelings, after finishing her meal, Yingzi bit her pen and looked at the exercises in front of her in the soundproof room carefully prepared for herself, but her mind was already wandering.

The more she thought about it, the more curious she became. After noticing that Song Qian had gone back to her room to rest, Yingzi finally couldn't help but search for the words "Your Majesty, have mercy on me" on her computer.

In an instant, countless search results appeared in front of Yingzi.

[Annual Masterpiece - The Great King spared his life to create the genre of spiritual recovery, behind it turned out to be...]

[Let Mr. Eggplant show you how much money the king made by sparing his life...]

[How popular is the most popular novel of the year, King Spare My Life? 】

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Seeing these words, Qiao Yingzi seemed a little confused and clicked on one of the videos at random.

A fat man wearing sunglasses and a white shirt appeared on the screen, talking nonstop.

"Today, audience friends, let's talk about the most popular novel in the Internet literary world today - King, Spare Your Life, how popular it is. Basically, no one in the Internet literary circle does not know about it. This novel The novel can be described as a dark horse this year, dominating the best-seller list for five consecutive months as a newcomer. The spiritual revival flow it created can be said to have supported thousands of authors today, and finally broke five records on the Chinese website and entered the treasure list. Bookstore·······”

Hearing the man on the screen praise the book, Qiao Yingzi was a little surprised. She couldn't believe when Fang Yifan became so powerful. "But its author MY is very mysterious. There are rumors that he is still a student, but I still think it is too ridiculous-"

Qiao Yingzi closed the notebook in her hand, propped her head up with her hands, and digested the explosive information she had just obtained online.

Fang Yifan seemed to suddenly become a very powerful person. For Qiao Yingzi, the explosion was comparable to a monkey asking her for directions in BJ on the street.

Suddenly, Fang Yifan seemed to be very strange. When did it start? Did he take the initiative to transfer to her class no longer in the sophomore year of high school, or did he tell her in front of her that he didn't like Tao Zi, or tonight? And know.

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In Fang Yifan's home, the lights in the living room and guest bedroom have been turned off. It is already late at night, but the two people in the master bedroom still have trouble falling asleep.

Suddenly, Tong Wenjie's voice sounded in the darkness, "Fang Yuan, are you asleep?"

"No, I can't sleep." A male voice answered her immediately.

After a few sounds of clothes rubbing against the quilt, the bedside table lamp was lit, and Tong Wenjie's still somewhat covered face appeared in the dim light.

"I'm still a little confused. How come our son's net worth is suddenly more than the two of us combined? It just feels so unreal to me."

Beside her, Fang Yuan also took his head out of the quilt, "I don't have this kind of trouble. I'm considering whether to start retirement life early."

As soon as he finished speaking, his arm was hit hard by Tong Wenjie, "What are you thinking about? Can you be more aggressive? Your son's money belongs to your son too. What does it have to do with you? Just earn money for me honestly."

Suddenly, as if he thought of something, he anxiously said to Yuanfan, "Fanfan will be in his senior year of high school soon. Should we help Fanfan keep this money?"

"I think it's better to say goodbye. Fanfan is an adult after all. It would be bad if it arouses his rebellious psychology again."

"No, we still need to discuss it with him. Now is a critical time. We must guard the situation!" Tong Wenjie said decisively.

Seeing Tong Wenjie's persistence, Fangyuan reluctantly agreed.

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The time of night is fleeting, and in a blink of an eye, dawn comes again,

Fang Yifan yawned and opened the door. The two people standing in front of the door instantly woke him up from his sleep.

"Dad—Mom—, what are you doing?"

Fangyuan and Tong Wenjie were seen leaning against the wall, one on the left and one on the right. After Fang Yifan appeared, they stared at Fang Yifan like a door god, which made people shudder.

"Fanfan,..." The two told Fang Yifan what they had concluded after careful consideration last night.

"Oh, the bank card, I've prepared it for you a long time ago." After saying that, he returned to the room, took out a card and put it in Tong Wenjie's hand.

The card that Fang Yifan handed over to Tong Wenjie contained part of the money he earned.Although the money is not much, only a few million, but in his opinion, he can make his parents feel at ease.

The two of them didn't expect that the process would go so smoothly. Some didn't know how to react, so they had to hold the card in their hands and didn't mean to go to the bank to check how much money they had.

Without continuing the topic, Tong Wenjie took advantage of the break to tell Fang Yifan: "Fanfan, let's go to Song Qian's place after dinner today. Mom can promise you not to make up for classes this summer, but you are poor in math, so go more often." Aunt Song, let Yingzi teach you."

He was a little caught off guard, but seeing that he was going to Aunt Song Qian's place, Fang Yifan felt a little hopeful and agreed with a smile.

(End of this chapter)