As long as he sends himself to that park, he can go home by himself.

This time, he did not ride very fast as he had just done, so Yinghan did not hold his waist anymore, but pulled the wire on the seat behind the bicycle.

Along the way, except for the sound of the wind, no other sound rang beside the two of them.

Yinghan didn't like talking at all, and strangers and boys didn't like it. Rather than saying they didn't like it, it was actually better to say that they didn't dare and were embarrassed.

Until they arrived at the destination, the two of them didn't say a word. Seeing the little park, the boy stopped the bicycle, Yinghan also jumped down and took his bicycle from him.

He was so cool that he said nothing, and turned around and left.

Yinghan felt a little disgusted and hurriedly said in a low voice: "Thank you for sending me back." Then he pushed the bicycle away.

He stopped and looked back. She had walked away. He didn't stop much, and he quickly left.

When I got home, my parents and my sister were already waiting. Yinghan felt a little disgusted: "I went out to eat rice noodles with Xiaofeng today, so I came back late. Mom and Dad, sister, you guys eat it quickly! I should have been hungry for a long time! I'm sorry."

As he said that, he quickly washed his hands and ran to the table to pick up his bowl.

Cheng's father smiled kindly and said, "It's okay, remember to call back next time, do you know? We thought something was wrong."

"Yes, my eyelids were twitching just now, and I thought something was wrong with you." Cheng's mother continued.

"Oh, I've said a long time ago that my sister will be fine. Isn't it just that I'll go home late? Will it be even later if I have a boyfriend in the future?" The younger sister Cheng Yingrou said in a vague way while drinking the soup.

"What?"

The three of them all looked at Cheng Yingrou, some strange, some surprised, and even more frightened. She was so scared that she didn't even dare to drink soup: "I just said it casually. My sister has just been in high school, so where can she have a boyfriend? It's hard to see you."

The whole family breathed a sigh of relief.

"But, sister, are you really not having a boyfriend? During these three years of high school?" Before going to bed at night, Yingrou turned over and asked another Yinghan.

"Boyfriend?" Yinghan whispered, pulling the quilt over to cover himself.

Somehow, I suddenly remembered the boy I just now.

He's going crazy, how could he think of him?
Chapter completed!