Ji Xiyin was embarrassed by herself and didn't talk to Yan Luo any longer for the whole day.

There was also a small episode during the break.

Yesterday, Yan Luo, who imagined that she didn't sleep until midnight in her farm, met the mathematics class of a natural nemesis. She felt dizzy and drowsy when she heard it. In the second half of the class, she almost forced her eyelids.

listen.

The math teacher and class teacher in their class is Cang Jinli, who has a different appearance and extremely thick hair than other math teachers. However, this beautiful math teacher still failed to stop Yan Luo's sleepiness.

Almost after class, Yan Luo fell asleep on the table and died of sleep.

A salted fish has lost its dream.

Yan Wang appeared at the door, looking around and wondering who he was looking for, so he often didn't have a sharp eye and saw him.

He poked and wanted to lie down to sleep, "Brother Cang, look, it's your fourth uncle."

Atractylodes looked in his direction for unknown reasons and found that the child at the door was really his fourth uncle.

What did his fourth uncle ask him for?

"My fourth uncle?" He stood up and prepared to go out, but was blocked by Yan Luo who was sleeping on the table.

"Give it and give it." Atractylodes waved his hand and signaled that he would never retreat.

Chang Bu nodded to express his understanding and pulled up Bai Yang, a good deskmate and good brother who was also sleeping on the table.

Atractylodes lancea stepped on his stool, and his long legs jumped out, with smooth and graceful movements.

The messy poplar in the wind was sleepy, "What, what's wrong?"

"It's nothing." Chang Wuyi gently stuffed him back to his seat, forcibly pressed his head back to the table, and patted his head comfortably, "Go to sleep, my dad's good boy."

It seems like this can be regarded as nothing has happened.

It turns out-

It's really OK.

As soon as Bai Yang touched the table, he immediately fell asleep again.

Yan Wang was looking for the red hair, and a shadow cast on his head. He looked up and saw that it was his good nephew Atractylodes.

Atractylodes: "Uncle Four? Are you here to find me?"

His eyes fell on the lunch box in Yan Wang's hand, and his eyes were filled with surprise. He was flattered: "Uncle Fourth, are you here to deliver the meal?!"

Mom, no one in the family is treated like this.

Yan Wang frowned and then let go, "Yes."

He handed him a pink lunch box in his hand and explained patiently, "It's a rice ball I made myself. Please help me with Yan Luo. It may be a little cold. There are a few rice balls wrapped in small fish.

, Remember to remind her not to choke with a small stutter. I have tried my best to pick out the fish bones, and I should pay attention to the fish bones and let her drink more water."

Atractylodes:...He was hurt by the indifference of the fourth uncle again

"Uncle Fourth...are you here to deliver food to me?!" Atractylodes were incredible.

Yan Wang glanced at him strangely, "Didn't you eat a lot of bread in the morning?"

Atractylodes:...will I go?

He felt like a clown.

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There were only two classes in the afternoon, and Yan Luo jumped out of the class with his little pink schoolbag on his back, and the little turtle followed him step by step.

A strong man must use pink!

She also had a live broadcast, and she had already told Yan Wang in advance not to wait for her, and Jiangdong was waiting for her outside.

She was about to run away when the pink schoolbag behind her was pulled and she couldn't make any effort.

Yan Luo turned his head fiercely, "Who is stupid..."

When she saw the visitor, she spoke in a bad tone, "What are you doing?"

The imperfect ghost who pulled her schoolbag was Yan Nanzhi. He held Yan Luo and asked, "Did you kick me the butt yesterday?!"

"Ass?" Yan Luo looked innocent, "What ass?"

"Pretending to be stupid, right?" Yan Nanzhi laughed angry, "When I went back to my room yesterday, someone kicked my buttocks. Are you?"

"Tsk," Yan Luo said, "Isn't it just a butt? Who doesn't have it? Why are you kicking you? Are expensive butts more noble than other people's butts?"

"baffling."

Yan Luo knocked off Yan Nanzhi's hand holding her schoolbag, pretending to be incomprehensible and walked away.

Yan Nanzhi:...?

Could it be Yan Beihuai?

Yan Luo turned his back to Yan Nanzhi, comforted his little pink schoolbag, and breathed a sigh of relief after the disaster.

Even if you are guilty, you must be justified.

As long as you are not guilty, someone else will be guilty.

Yan Nanzhi did not follow. Yan Luo walked to the school gate and looked around, but did not see the last time the van that was "crunching".

A Rolls-Royce Cullinan, whose body was dark purple and still shining in the sun, drove towards her. Although Yan Luo didn't know the brand of the car, he was still shocked by the noble atmosphere that came to his face.

Huh!

Where are the luxury cars in this novel wholesale?

The car made two crisp sounds of horns, as if saying hello to her.

"Me?" Yan Luo pointed at himself, confused?

The car window slowly lowered, revealing a round face that was very friendly - Jiangdong.

Yan Luo was confused from getting on the car to closing the seat belt.

I thought we were all poor people, but I didn’t expect that I was the only one who was poor people?

No, only the boss and her are poor people.

"Brother Jiang, your car..." Yan Luo's body was straight and straight, subconsciously hugging the little turtle in his arms.

Jiang Dong smiled silently: "The car in our company has been in disrepair for a long time. I happened to use this car to pull that van for repair, and I will pick you up to the company by the way."

Use a luxury car... a van to repair it?

"I'm in a hurry to pick you up. I'm driving a random car from our garage."

Yan Luo:...What kind of virtue can I do

She said obscenely, "Brother Dong, I remember you told me... girls just need to study more, so that they will not suffer any losses in the future when they go to society. You just don't study more..."

Jiangdong nodded affirmatively, his eyes full of firmness, "Yes, Brother Dong didn't have many job choices because he didn't study much and did not pursue a doctorate degree. If he couldn't make a fortune by relying on his own abilities, he could only go back.

He inherited the family business."

He sighed deeply.

Yan Luo:⊙_⊙?

Hard.

The fist is hard.

Out of hatred for the rich, Yan Luo patted Jiangdong on the shoulder and promised: "Don't worry, Brother Dong, I will definitely work hard and there will be no chance to let you go back and inherit your family property."

Jiangdong was very moved: "Okay! I believe in Xiaoguai!"

Yan Luo:...

Why are the rich second generations of this novel so introverted?

Neither one or two will need money or resources at home.

You guys wake up!

Be a second-generation ancestor and spend money and life is not delicious?

Is it unhappy if I eat it as a salted fish and wait until I die without trying hard?
Chapter completed!