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Perhaps because he heard his son drop the phone, Zhuo Yuqin from the outer room called him through the door panel: "Xiaohao, come here, I'll tell you something."

Ren Hao, who was filled with his mind with 200,000 RMB, simply cleaned up his mind and walked out slowly: "Have you tested it? How many meters is our house?"

"The person hasn't arrived yet."

"I haven't come yet? Didn't you say you'll arrive in the afternoon?"

"Oh, they don't have any clues about their words. Do you still remember when our alley was clamoring for demolition?" Zhuo Yuqin laughed: "I said it four years ago, but what happened? Isn't it still there?"

"Yes, by the way, what are you asking for me?"

Zhuo Yuqin opened her mouth, and hesitated for a few times when he wanted to speak, and then said, "You can go to your Aunt Rong's house tonight for dinner."

"Why?"

"Well... Your Aunt Rong has something to ask you for trouble. Anyway, you can go." Zhuo Yuqin flickered his words, stood up and pushed his son's shoulders, and sent him out of the house, "Go quickly."

Ren Hao looked back at his mother for no reason, hesitated for a while, and then walked a few steps forward, knocking on the dilapidated door of Fan Qirong's house, "Aunt Rong, it's me, can I go in?"

At this time, Zhuo Yuqin had already turned back to the house.

"The door is not locked, come in."

Ren Hao stepped into the door and immediately wondered at Fan Qirong who was squatting on the ground to select vegetables: "My mother said, are you asking me for something?"

Fan Qirong threw the celery in her hand into the basket, was silent for a moment, and looked at him sideways: "It's nothing big, I just ask how you are studying recently. Well, this way, let's go out to eat later, so let's go all Jude."

Both mother and Fan Qirong made Ren Hao smell an unusual smell. He sniffed in his heart, frowned and shook his head, "Farewell, how expensive things are there, I think you want to make a box of stuffing, I can eat this too."

"Oh well."

"I haven't had a good time, I'll help you."

Ren Hao wanted to help her, but Fan Qirong refused to do it. She wiped the fine sweat beads printed on her forehead: "There is a book on the bedside of Auntie, you can read it yourself." Then, she worked hard on the food alone and stopped talking to Ren Hao.

A few days ago, Ren Hao saw Aunt Rong's changes and was a little cold to himself. In connection with the previous events, Aunt Rong's performance was natural.

Whether it is an ambiguous incident under the quilt or a voyeur incident, there are reasons to keep Fan Qirong away from herself.

Ren Hao hadn't thought about remedial measures, but it was a bit useless.

Perhaps with Aunt Rong, you can only be a relationship between younger generations and elders.

It is time to wake up those unrealistic dreams.

With a slight sigh, Ren Hao temporarily put down his thoughts on Aunt Rong, turned his eyes, and he sat on the head of the bed and looked at Fan Qirong who was fiddling with the electric pancake pan in confusion: "Did you and my mother have something to do and didn't tell me?"

Fan Qirong, who put down a box in the pancake pan, paused slightly, "No, why do you say that?"

"I think you and my mother are both abnormal today." Ren Hao stared at her tightly, "Regularly speaking, my mother should let you go to my house for food. How could she bombard me here?"

"It will be cooked in a while." Fan Qirong did not answer his question, covered the pancake cover, and then wiped the sweat beads at the corner of her eyes with the towel on the basin rack. After looking at Ren Hao, "Do you like it if you have celery stuffing?"

"Aunt Rong..."

Fan Qirong didn't say anything, dragged her mature and plump body to sit on the chair in front of the desk, exhaled, and her eyes naturally followed the footsteps of the yard. At the same time, Ren Hao also heard the gradually clear conversation in the yard.

"Old Ren, just sit for a while. We won't have dinner with us anymore. The family is still waiting."

"That's not good. I've got home, eat some before leaving."

"I think it's better to be another day."

"No, don't, hurry in the house."

As he said that, the three of them shook over the glass of Aunt Rong's house. Seeing the person, Ren Hao instantly browned.

It’s Sun Song and Sun Sheng!

A few days ago, Ren Hao had already mocked them. Even if they were thick-skinned, they would definitely not come again. Now it seems that it must be his father asking Luo for something, so he would like to apologize to them or something?

Even if Aunt Rong didn't say it, Ren Hao knew the purpose of his mother sending him off at this time.

"Hao..." Fan Qirong noticed Ren Hao's expression, "Sometimes, you have to think about your elder brother and sister, and don't be too impulsive when speaking or doing things."

Ren Hao smiled undeniably and said nothing.

"Look at this time, for the sake of quick talk, how much trouble did you cause to your parents?" Fan Qirong said earnestly: "You are still young, and you don't know much about many things. When you grow up..."

"Aunt Rong..." Ren Hao interrupted her. He wanted to smile bitterly, but he squeezed his lips but couldn't laugh. Ren Hao shook his head, turned around and pushed open the door. Before leaving, he looked back at Fan Qirong: "If possible, I really hope to be a child, a child for the rest of my life..."

"Hao, come back!" Fan Qirong hurried up to pull him, but her hand slipped, but she didn't catch it: "The rice is all right, where are you going?" She knew Ren Hao's temper. Although he was usually disgusted, it would be difficult to suppress it if he really got angry.

Fan Qirong hurriedly caught up with him, but at this time Ren Hao had already pushed open the door of his house.

Fan Qirong said intimately, "Oops".
Chapter completed!