People are rejoicing: My childhood sweetheart is Qiao Yingzi

Chapter 7 Discussion
Shuxiang Yayuan, Qiao Yingzi's house, at this time, mother and daughter had just had breakfast, and Qiao Yingzi was helping her mother, the cook, Song Qian, clear away the dishes.

Song Qian looked at the baby girl who was yawning while washing the dishes, a trace of worry flashed in her eyes, and asked Yingzi aloud.

"Yingzi, why are you yawning so much this morning? Is it because you didn't get any rest last night?"

Yingzi yawned again, covering her mouth with one hand and waving the other hand to show that it was nothing serious.

"It's okay, I was just thinking about the topic last night, and I thought about it very late." There was a hint of panic in her words, Qiao Yingzi explained to Song Qian.

"Pay attention to your health! You can't stay up late even if you are doing questions,"

Of course she wouldn't tell her mother that she read a novel at 3 o'clock in the morning last night, otherwise Song Qian wouldn't scold her to death.

It’s all Fang Houer’s fault!She just searched it out of curiosity last night, and couldn't help but fall in. She hid under the quilt and read the novel while laughing non-stop.

He was criticizing Fang Houer's crimes in his heart, but he did not stop washing the dishes in his hands.

While washing, Song Qian beside her suddenly said to Yingzi, "Yingzi, your Aunt Wenjie is coming later, don't wash this bowl yet, go and clean up the living room first."

Qiao Yingzi was stunned, as if she remembered something, and then asked Song Qian nervously, "Is Fang Hou'er coming?"

Song Qian smiled, and looked at Yingzi strangely, "Of course, Auntie Wenjie just wanted to bring Fanfan to supplement her math. It just so happens that he is better at Chinese and you are good at math. You two can complement each other. "

For some reason, after hearing this, Qiao Yingzi sighed and felt an unknown joy in her heart.

Jumping towards the living room.

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Downstairs from Song Qian, Tong Wenjie and his party were carrying a bag of fruit and were preparing to go to Song Qian's home.

On the way, Tong Wenjie and Fangyuan kept talking about Fang Yifan's novel writing.

"Fanfan, you said how could you sign a contract with others without asking our parents? What would you do if you were cheated by others?"

Tong Wenjie pulled Fang Yifan earnestly, wanting to tell his son the consequences.

Fangyuan nodded in agreement, "Your mother is right! But I just read it at home. There is nothing wrong with the contract."

"Sister Miao Yi is very kind to me and won't lie to me.

"Sister Miao Yi?"

"That's the one who sent me home last night. That's my editor."

Seeing Fangyuan and Tong Wenjie looking at each other, Fang Yifan once again explained to them how he and Sister Miao Yi got to know each other during this year.

After listening, Tong Wenjie was a little embarrassed, thinking that she thought of her as a bad woman last night, and she planned to apologize to her in the future.

Time passed quickly, and with the sound of the three people talking, the group finally arrived at the door of Song Qian's house.

bang bang-

After a series of knocks on the door, the door was opened, and Qiao Yingzi welcomed everyone in.

Seeing this, Fang Yifan's expression felt wrong. He still remembered that girl Qiao Yingzi reported to his parents behind his back.

The five of them were sitting on the sofa, and Tong Wenjie and his wife were chatting with Song Qian.

Seeing that Fang Yifan's expression was not right, Qiao Yingzi realized something, and slowly approached Fang Yifan, whispering to Fang Yifan: "Fang Hou'er, your parents didn't do anything to you yesterday, did they?"

Seeing her cautious look, Fang Yifan had already lost most of his anger, and he couldn't help but want to tease this girl.

Covering his head and leaning on the back of the sofa, he said to Qiao Yingzi with some discomfort: "Yingzi, they beat me so hard yesterday, it was a mixed doubles match."

When Yingzi heard this, she felt guilty, "Wherever it hurts, I can rub it with you."

Perhaps because of guilt or something else, Qiao Yingzi's voice was surprisingly soft at this time, when Fang Yifan was usually very tough.Fang Yifan didn't notice the difference and quietly pointed to his back, "This is it. Thank you so much Yingzi." His voice seemed to be full of pain.

Hearing this, Yingzi put aside the shame and annoyance in his heart and slowly reached out to touch Fang Yifan's back.

Just when Yingzi's hand was about to touch Fang Yifan's back, Fang Yifan, who was carrying Yingzi on his back, suddenly shouted in a loud voice: "Yingzi, why are you touching me?"

In an instant, the parents' discussion suddenly fell silent, and a mysterious silence fell in the air. Three eyes instantly focused on Yingzi's hand that had just been extended to Fang Yifan.

"..."

Yingzi suddenly felt her face burning. For the first time, she felt like she wanted to crawl into the cracks in the ground.

"Fang Hou'er! How dare you play tricks on me!" Rou Yi instantly turned into an iron palm and slapped Fang Yifan on the back, causing a loud noise.

"Yingzi! How could you hit Fanfan? You don't look like a girl at all!" Seeing Fang Yifan shouting in pain, Song Qian also reacted and quickly educated Yingzi.

"It was Fang Hou'er who tricked me first!" Yingzi accused, her face bulging into the shape of a squirrel, her eyes staring at Fang Yifan in front of her, wanting to eat him alive.

"Stop making trouble Yingzi! Go back to your room with Fanfan to do your homework. I'll come and check on you later!" Song Qian just thought it was two kids messing around and issued an expulsion order.

Reluctant and aggrieved, Fang Yifan and Qiao Yingzi returned to the room.

"Yingzi, your room is so cool! This soundproof wall is awesome!" Fang Yifan, who entered Yingzi's room, exclaimed when he saw the soundproof walls all over the room.

"Fang Hou'er, don't even think about changing the subject! You dared to play tricks on me just now! Tell me, are you tired of living?" Qiao Yingzi ignored Fang Yifan who tried to change the subject, grabbed his collar and pressed him down. asked condescendingly from the chair.

Looking at the young face less than ten centimeters away in front of him, Fang Yifan's Adam's apple rolled up and down unconsciously and fell into silence.

Yingzi didn't think much, her eyes fixed on the hateful guy who had just embarrassed her.

But Fang Yifan did not answer. Instead, his face got closer and closer to Qiao Yingzi. Now, he looked at his bright eyes that were getting closer and closer.

A flash of panic flashed in Qiao Yingzi's eyes, and she struggled to push Fang Yifan away.

"Let me tell you, I will never forgive you..."

Then he added, "Unless it's a box of Lego."

Fang Yifan looked at the rosy-faced girl in front of him and couldn't help laughing.

"Why are you laughing! There's something you're hiding from me, and I'm going to need a box of Lego!"

"Okay, okay! I'll buy them all for my Aunt Yingzi! Come on, sit down and talk, or Aunt Song Qian will see it." Fang Yifan took Qiao Yingzi's hand, pressed her on the chair, and comforted her.

Holding a pen, Yingzi quietly glanced at Song Qian outside the window. In order not to let her mother find out, she could only bite the bullet and talked about mathematics to the nasty guy beside her.

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"Really? Fanfan earned 1000 million by writing novels online?" Song Qian opened her mouth wide, her heart full of surprise.

"This is what Fangyuan and I did this morning. I heard from Fanfan that for one consecutive year, the royalties and rewards alone were close to 500 million, not to mention the copyright fees. This must add up to 1000 million. "

"Isn't that a good thing? Why do you come here and follow me in Versailles?"

Hearing Song Qian's words, Tong Wenjie slapped Song Qian funny, "What are you talking about? I feel like I'm almost in my third year of high school, but I'm worried that Fanfan's writing will affect the college entrance examination."

"I think you guys are completely overthinking. Let me ask first, is Fanfan's performance growth this year managed by you?"

"No, if the teacher hadn't informed us, we wouldn't have known that Fang Yifan was going to transfer to liberal arts."

"So! I have noticed Fanfan's changes this year. He has become an independent child. I think he can definitely coordinate the relationship between study and writing."

Song Qian was telling the truth. Fang Yifan's decision to switch to liberal arts this year, as well as the improvement in his academic performance, Song Qian had been listening to his daughter talking about.

(End of this chapter)