Tomb Robbery: Go Through This Pen-Stealing World!

The two of them were arguing as they drove in the direction of home.

After returning home, Wu Xian dealt with some underground transactions and ledger transactions in the shop.

After dealing with those things, he was ready to take Wu Ling to learn the car book.

However, just as the two were about to leave, Hangzhou was in the rainy season.

It rained in Hangzhou for half a month.

And Wu Ling's plan to learn to drive is also a little in vain.

Two days before he came to Henan, he was still sitting on the tatami mat at the window, draped in his own small blanket, holding a large cup of hot milk tea in his hand, watching the heavy rain crackling on the leaves outside the window.

The leaves were wilted by the rain, and Wu Ling's little mood was also wilted.

He sipped his milk tea depressedly, looking at the dreary weather outside, feeling that he was not in a good mood.

The gray weather, just like Wu Ling's little mood at the moment, was dull and gloomy.

It's time, it's time for emo.

Wu Xian, who was holding the computer next to him and sitting on the tatami mat with him, seemed to notice Wu Ling's unhappy little emotions, and his fingers tapped on the keyboard slightly.

With a flick of his index finger, he sent a [continue checking] message on the screen to a person, then closed the laptop.

Then he reached out and took off the glasses on his face, and came to Wu Ling's face, only to see his slightly depressed expression.

Wu slanted's eyes flashed, his brows furrowed, he gently reached out and pinched his face, and asked softly

: "What's the matter?"

The little mouth is about to pout to the sky, unhappy?"

Wu Ling looked up at him, then pursed his mouth, put his head in his brother's arms, and said a little sullenly:

"Brother, the camping seems to be in the soup, this rain is so annoying, I can't go outside to play." Saying

that, Wu Ling became depressed again, and took a big sip of milk tea with his mouth open.

When his mouth was covered with a sweet taste, Wu Ling's mood had just dropped a little, and he instantly rose a little.

Wu Xian heard this, and his heart came to his senses.

He looked at Wu Ling, who was drinking milk tea like a little piglet in his arms, bent his lips and smiled, and reached out to pinch the soft hair on the top of his head:

"Do you want to go outside to play?"

Wu Ling took a big sip of milk tea and puffed out his face.

After he drank the milk tea, his voice was slightly nasal:

"Although I want to play, the focus now is not to go out to play, but to get a driver's license."

Speaking of this, Wu Ling looked up at Wu Xian, pouted, and said aggrievedly:

"If you don't take the driver's license test now, it will be autumn in a few days, round off, winter is coming, and it will be difficult to go out to play in winter." The

first time Wu Xian heard this rounding statement, it was quite novel.

He patted Wu Ling on the back, wrapped him in his arms, picked up a nibbled cherry tomato from the fruit plate next to him and threw it into his mouth.

When he felt a burst of sourness in his mouth, Wu Xian somewhat understood why this cherry tomato was thrown on the plate after only one bite.

He chewed the cherry tomatoes in his mouth with excessive acidity, looked at the person in his arms with an unchanged expression, and asked,

"Why is it not good to go out to play in winter?"

Wu Ling didn't see him eat the cherry tomatoes because he buried his head in Wu Xie's arms, but the tip of his nose was very sensitive to smell the smell of tomatoes in Wu Xie's mouth.

He looked up and looked at the empty plate.

looked at Wu Xian's slightly bulging cheeks again, and gave him a thumbs up, with an extremely adoring expression.

As soon as he took a bite of this cherry tomato, his sour mask of pain was revealed.

It's like that kind of sour lemon, quacking and sour, which makes people wonder if this cherry tomato is sour.

As a result, his brother was bored in one bite, and my brother is really a god.

Seeing the little expression of admiration on Wu Ling's face, Wu Xian smiled a little.

It seems that no matter what he does, as long as he is a little better, his brother can praise him.

But this feeling ...... Not bad.

Wu leaned against the wall behind him, rubbed Wu Ling's neck with his palm, and listened to him say in a small mouth:

"Because it's cold in winter, the road is frozen, and the tires will be slippery when you go out, and winter is so suitable for eating hot pot.

Wu Xian listened to Wu Ling's words, and felt that the last sentence was the point.

He smiled helplessly, reached out and pinched Wu Ling's face:

"Okay, don't be depressed, I look at the weather forecast for the past two days, and the day after tomorrow will be fine, and when the day comes, I will take you to the car park to practice, it just so happens that I have a friend who is an instructor in a driving school, and I will ask him to open a small stove for you when the time comes." The

dumb hair on the top of Wu Ling's head fluttered upward: "So good?"

"Hmm." Wu Xian nodded, pinched the tuft of derpy hair with his fingertips, and said with a smile:

"It just so happens that I will be free in two days, and my brother will teach you at that time."

Wu Ling's little derpy hair floated up completely, but in the next second, as if he had thought of something, he stuck

to Wu Xian's side, and whispered: "Brother, are we considered to be a fake public and private

?" Wu Xian: "......" He glanced at Wu Ling helplessly, and reached out to pull the soft little derpy hair:

"

I think in addition to the driving school, I should register you for another class."

Wu Ling tilted his head, and his brain circuit was clear

: "Small dining table?" Anyway, does the driving school have a small dining table?

Wu Xuan twitched the corners of his mouth, stretched out his hand to wipe his face, and said helplessly: "Vocabulary use tutorial class." "

......"

Wu Ling blinked his eyes wide, and after hearing the meaning of Wu Xuan's words.

He sniffed his little nose and silently gave Wu Xian a grumpy cat punch.

After Wu Xian was pressed to the ground by Wu Ling and ravaged for a while, this dialogue between the chicken and the duck ended.

As Wu Xian said, the rain stopped two days later.

But after the rain stopped, I don't know if it was because God didn't want Wu Ling to learn to drive, or because everything was such a coincidence.

Wu Xian didn't have time to take Wu Ling to register for the class, and the express from Henan arrived first.

Time comes back to the present.

After looking at the environment of the whole car, Wu Ling blinked, and secretly thought in his heart that

when he went back this time, if it wasn't winter yet, let's go and get a driver's license!

Just when Wu Lingmei was planning the travel route after learning the car book in her heart.

There was a small commotion in the seat in front of him.

After Xiao Shanqing saw Wu Ling, his expression froze, and he was like a wooden man, his face was purple and purple, and he looked like he was deprived of oxygen.

Panzi, who was still on the side, saw that his expression was wrong, and reached out and smashed his back.

Only then did Xiao Shanqing lift it up in one breath to avoid suffocating herself.