When Qi Ji and Ivan returned to the bedroom again, the sky outside the window was still dark, and time was still stopped when they left, and it began to pass again the moment they came back.

If there was a man in Qiji and their room, he would see Qiji and Ivan in the room all the time, the short and almost negligible time could not be detected by the naked eye.

"Mr. Wade, this trip made me feel much more comfortable, I felt much more comfortable in my heart, and I also had answers for many things." As Ivan spoke, he began to take off the clothes stained with soil.

I ran to Skull Island these two days and had to wash a lot of clothes again.

"Of course~" Qi Ji lay on his back on the bed without taking off his clothes: "I always make everyone feel comfortable."

...

The following days are in accordance with the rules. Ivan is still on vacation now, so Tony asked him to have fun with Qiji.

Recently, Tony has had a lot of his own private affairs, so Ivan is very idle during this period.

After a few days in a row, Qi Ji discovered a problem, which Ivan told him to be precise.

Tomorrow is Russell's birthday.

This little fat man is about to celebrate his 15th birthday!

Qi Ji sat on the sofa anxiously and kept knocking his thighs with his fingers. At this time, he pushed open the door and walked in with a large bag of big Lieba's red tanks, and then stuffed the big Lieba into the refrigerator one by one.

The refrigerator in their room was already filled with red tanks.

"Kain, do you know what day tomorrow is?" Qi Ji asked.

The red tank put Da Lieba in the bags one by one into the refrigerator: "I don't know."

"Tomorrow is Russell's birthday!"

When the Red Tank heard this, he paused slightly, and then looked at Qi Ji: "What if I put a candle in Daleba for Russell?"

"Hey, big guy, believe me, that must be the worst birthday cake in the world, that means Russell needs to change his teeth." Qi Ji said, "It's more expensive to see teeth in the United States than buying a house."

Red Tank sighed and stopped his subordinates' actions: "What should I do?"

"Russell and Ivan will come back from buying vegetables later. Before that, we can discuss it briefly...for example, how to celebrate their birthday...but you can't tell Russell about this."

"I'll listen to you." Hong Tank said as he took out a big Lieba, then broke it in half with a light break and handed it to Qiji half.

Qi Ji quickly shook his hand: "Man, re-toothing is really a painful thing...so how do you think you are going to a damn amusement park?"

The red tank bit off almost half of the big Lieba in one bite, and after chewing it for a while, he said, "I have never been to an amusement park."

"It's decided. I'll ask Ivan to buy the tickets, and everyone will get them! I'll tell them... The weasel likes to talk nonsense, don't tell him first."

"Crack." The red tank chewed on another bite of Lieba. The thing was as powerless as an ordinary bread in front of him.

...

Everyone sat at the dining table during supper, and the punisher suddenly began to pray. No one knew why such a murderous guy sometimes suddenly believed in God.

After the prayer, everyone started to eat. Today's supper was quite casual. Ivan made a few soups and two dishes, one of which was the "volcano snow" taught by Qiji.

Russell touched the wall of the bowl over and over with an iron spoon, and his long bangs covered his forehead. The little fat man looked worried.

"Have you bought it? The goods..." Qi Ji touched Ivan with his elbow.

Ivan nodded and continued to eat the corn in the bowl.

"Hey, I think I'm rejected, what are you talking about?" The weasel pushed his eyes, grabbed the spoon and dug a large spoon of mashed potatoes into his mouth.

"Bonds, stocks, real estate, futures." Ivan said a few words casually.

The weasel shrugged and took another big bite of mashed potatoes.

He didn't understand what Ivan said, and he knew nothing about finance. I really hoped that what Ivan said just now was a word that describes Qiji.

Russell took a bite of corn and glanced at Qi Ji who was sitting opposite him, and then glanced at the punishment man sitting next to him...

Why are these guys indifferent?

Doesn’t anyone know that tomorrow is their 15th birthday?

"Why……"

Russell sighed to attract the attention of others.

Ivan glanced at him and then continued to eat.

"Hey!" Russell sighed louder this time.

"Speak less when eating." said the stern-faced punisher.

Today he was "bullied" by his workers on the construction site. Because he usually had a bottle of oil on the construction site, he was praised without considering others while working, and everyone else was scolded. Finally, he was blocked by a group of workers in the corner to let him pay attention in the future.

To be honest, the Punisher wanted to kill them at that time, but that group of people were just ordinary people... This also led to his not feeling very good now.

"Okay." Russell dug another big spoon of corn, "Can we eat steak tomorrow? You know, eat steak on big days..."

"A major day! Sigh! I know, tomorrow is tomorrow today! That is, today's tomorrow and the day after tomorrow! Damn, I actually forgot such an important day." After Qi Ji said that, he patted his thigh hard.

"Oh, yes, tomorrow is the day to submit the manuscript. Thank you for your reminder, Russell." Eddie also pretended to be "suddenly enlightened".

"Tomorrow is the 325th day when Mr. Wade and I met." Ivan said.

"Crack." The red tank took a bite of Da Liba.

"Guys, are you all going to do tomorrow?" Russell's face was filled with disappointment.

"Yes, Russell, everyone will be very busy tomorrow! Very busy!" Qi Ji said.

"This is unfair!" Russell dropped the spoon and stood up, "You didn't care about me at all! No one cared about what I needed! You will keep making excuses for yourself every day!"

"Russell..." Ivan was about to say something, but Russell went to his room angrily, and then slammed onto the door.

"Pupils." said the Punisher.

The weasel cleared his throat: "Actually... I'm still in adolescence. Can you see this damn acne on my nose? I squeezed him through my hand yesterday, and a white thing flowed out of it. The thing looked like..."

"Shut up the weasel!" everyone said in unison.

"After saying so much, I just want to ask one thing," the weasel pushed his glasses, "Do you have any plans that haven't told me?"

"You are too obvious, and this idiot can see it." said the Punisher.

"Hey! Frank, we're roommates, are we?"

"I said I'm going to pierce your head."

"Why don't you eat, guys! Does anyone want to try my special mashed potatoes?"

...

The ringtone rang at twelve o'clock in the morning, and Russell sat by the bed, looking at the text message he had preset on his phone, which was a text message to wish him a happy birthday.

He lay on the bed with his cell phone in his arms and began to sob.

At this moment, he felt unprecedented loneliness, and he felt that the whole world was rejecting him. Although he worked hard and worked hard, he was still rejected in the end.

He suddenly felt that he did not belong here. He wanted to leave here, leave forever, not go to school, and make these bastards regret it forever!

Just as Russell was about to leave, he thought of a question.

It seems that Wade can teleport to anyone at any time?

"Depend on!"

Russell cursed inwardly, took off his clothes and lay back on the bed again, and began to stare at the ceiling in a daze.

My parents... haven't been in contact for so long, do they think of themselves?

Probably not, they even feel regretful of giving birth to themselves.

At this time, the phone was buzzing. Russell picked up the phone and saw a text message from the little four-eyed Spencer in Los Angeles:

"Happy 15th birthday, Russell!"

Russell's eyes felt moist when he looked at the text.

At this time, he received another text message, which was also sent by his classmates from Los Angeles, and that strong school bully Billy.

"Big breasts, happy birthday. When I come back when I have time, I will invite you to go for a dance."

Russell couldn't help but shed tears.

Next, his cell phone began to buzz and text messages began to pour into his cell phone, almost all of which were friends from Los Angeles, including even a text message from Defend, the Indian driver, who sent himself a selfie.

Just when he saw the last text message, he suddenly realized something was wrong. The text message had a line of words:

Open the door.

Russell threw away his cell phone and covered his mouth... He quickly wiped his tears with his sleeves and ran to the door. He took two deep breaths and opened the door. The next second, a huge milky white cake slammed into his face.

Before Russell could react, he felt like he was being held high, then he felt like he was tied up and his head was covered...

Russell felt at this moment...

I was kidnapped!
Chapter completed!