Chapter 140
I hate my brother
Chapter 140 I hate my brother
"Why did you steal my brother?"
In fact, Song Ci had some guesses in his heart.
"Isn't my brother cute?"
Chen Wenbo did not answer this question, but asked Song Ci instead.
Song Ci nodded. Before entering elementary school, children were very cute, chubby, innocent and simple. After entering elementary school, they might become hateful.
"Actually, I didn't like him at all before." Chen Wenbo said.
"Mom and Dad are all around him, weeping when they touch him lightly, there is a lot of shit, it stinks..."
"He also bit my homework book, and my classmates laughed at my brother as a mouse, and I am a brother mouse..."
"He said with his mother that he came to pick me up from school, but in fact he just went shopping at the small shop in front of the school. Mom always bought him something, huh, I didn't have any..."
"Why can he watch cartoons when I do my homework..."
From his mother's clothes, it can be seen that the family conditions should not be bad, such as drinking milk tea, he should not be reluctant to part with money.
Song Ci didn't know how to comfort him, so after thinking about it, he asked, "Do you want milk tea?"
Then he asked curiously: "Are you a god, you are a god, right?"
But for boys of this age, Song Ci is very understanding, after all, he also came from this stage.
While waiting for the traffic light, Song Ci took off a string of amulets from his wrist and handed them over.
"Ok?"
Song Ci didn't force it, and asked him to go and get it.
"Uncle, thank you." Chen Wenbo thanked Song Ci again.
"Really, didn't you think about how to steal your brother out just now?" Song Ci said, squinting at him.
Then he looked up at the sky, facing the sun, and stretched out his hand to grab it, as if he wanted to keep the sun in his palm.
"You're welcome, meeting is fate, do you want something to drink?" Song Ci pushed open the door of the milk tea shop and walked in.
Chen Wenbo carefully stretched his feet out of the car, tested the ground, and after reconfirming the feeling that his feet were down-to-earth, he got out of the car.
Song Ci did not ask Chen Wenbo about him.
After all, Chen Wenbo was a child, so he didn't think carefully, not to mention that he was still excited just now, and he was immediately stunned after hearing Song Ci's words.
Chen Wenbo, who was sad, froze for a moment, and looked at Song Ci with tears in his eyes.
Then I parked the car on the side of the road, and there was a milk tea shop with clear windows in front.
"Okay, do you think you are a poet?" Song Ci interrupted his emotion.
Chen Wenbo swears that he is authentic, as if he is familiar with magicians and gods.
That's why Chen Wenbo asked Song Ci for his opinion. From this, it can be seen that he is a very polite child.
"He really hates him to death, I don't like him at all..."
And Chen Wenbo didn't say the same, just put his hands on the glass wall, feeling the coldness under the sun.
"Did you drink it often before?" Song Ci asked.
At this time, the waiter shouted: "On the 38th, the milk tea is ready."
"Come on, take this one."
Chen Wenbo looked up at the display screen behind the counter.
Chen Wenbo quickly brought back two cups of milk tea.
Seeing that Song Ci didn't answer, he hurriedly asked: "Are you a god? Did you resurrect me? Then can I go home now?"
Although his life is over, it is not a new beginning, as long as he learns to let go.
With that said, he turned back to look behind the car again.
Chen Wenbo was silent when he heard the words, maybe he understood the reason, but he still resisted this kind of practice.
"Of course I know." Chen Wenbo said proudly.
"What is this? Let me take... eh..."
"Um……"
"Let's go." Song Ci took the lead and walked towards the milk tea shop.
"I said, do you want milk tea? I remember there is a very popular milk tea shop in front." Song Ci said again.
"You're welcome, let's drink." Song Ci said.
"Hey..." Chen Wenbo smirked as a default.
"That's it. In fact, your mother is right. Milk tea is indeed not very healthy, especially when you are developing. It is better to drink less."
But Chen Wenbo shook his head.
"It's delicious." He showed an expression of enjoyment.
……
"Can I have a full set of milk tea?"
Chen Wenbo looked at his body in surprise, touched and pinched it, and then a smile gradually appeared on his tear-filled cheeks, and the smile grew bigger and bigger.
So Song Ci started the car and drove forward, but Chen Wenbo turned his head and looked behind him.
Song Ci saw it, Chen Wenbo said he didn't like his younger brother and hated his parents, but he was still very attached to them in his heart, otherwise he wouldn't have reacted so subconsciously.
Walking halfway, Chen Wenbo glanced at the amulet tied to his wrist, and muttered softly.
Chen Wenbo didn't know why Song Ci said this suddenly, but he nodded hastily. It's fine to do anything, but he can't eat. As a child, this is definitely the most unbearable thing since he was born, so even if he still Sad, but subconsciously nodded.
"Uncle, thank you." Chen Wenbo chased after him.
So he smiled and asked, "Do you know where your family lives?"
Song Ci was about to get up, but Chen Wenbo stood up first and said, "I'll come, I'll get it."
"Don't even think about it." Song Ci directly interrupted his innocent thoughts.
"I didn't think about it." Chen Wenbo said with a guilty conscience.
"It's really amazing, I almost forgot this feeling, I'm floating with the wind..."
"My mother said that milk tea is unhealthy. She is very strict with me. I have grown up so much, but I have never drank it a few times."
Song Ci asked for a classic milk tea, so the two found a seat by the window and sat down, waiting for the waiter to make it.
As Chen Wenbo spoke, he began to wipe away tears, full of grievances, choked with sobs and could not continue.
After lowering his head and taking several sips of milk tea, he said again: "Actually, I quite like him."
"If you don't want to go back, let's go drink milk tea." Song Ci said with a smile.
"What? Don't say I'm a magician?" Song Ci asked with a smile.
"I'm not worried. I often go out to play myself, and then I go back by myself." Chen Wenbo said a little stiffly.
He said sadly, "I don't want to go home."
Hearing this, Chen Wenbo was not polite. He inserted the straw into the milk tea cup, took a deep breath, squinted his eyes and let out a long sigh of relief.
"That's good, don't worry, I'll send you back later." Song Ci said.
"Am I really alive again?" He turned around and looked at Song Ci with a beam of joy.
Song Ci patiently explained to him: "I am not a god, but I just let you show up for a short time. After eighteen hours, you will change back to your original appearance. You can go home if you want. I can send you off." Go back, but have you figured out how to tell them?"
Then he handed Song Ci the cup to him, and sat down opposite Song Ci again.
Hearing this, Chen Wenbo withdrew his palm and showed a simple and honest smile.
The full set is a hodgepodge of adding everything, because the portion is sufficient, the price will naturally be higher.
"I'm alive again?" he said excitedly.
"Magicians are not as powerful as you, only the gods of Daxia have such abilities."
"I finally watched TV for a while, but he still snatched my remote control. If I didn't give it to him, he would cry, but my mother still criticized me for not letting my brother..."
"what?"
"I said that I actually like him a lot, and my brother, he is very cute, isn't he?"
This is the second time Chen Wenbo asked Song Ci whether his brother is cute.
Song Ci's answer was still nodding.
(End of this chapter)
"Why did you steal my brother?"
In fact, Song Ci had some guesses in his heart.
"Isn't my brother cute?"
Chen Wenbo did not answer this question, but asked Song Ci instead.
Song Ci nodded. Before entering elementary school, children were very cute, chubby, innocent and simple. After entering elementary school, they might become hateful.
"Actually, I didn't like him at all before." Chen Wenbo said.
"Mom and Dad are all around him, weeping when they touch him lightly, there is a lot of shit, it stinks..."
"He also bit my homework book, and my classmates laughed at my brother as a mouse, and I am a brother mouse..."
"He said with his mother that he came to pick me up from school, but in fact he just went shopping at the small shop in front of the school. Mom always bought him something, huh, I didn't have any..."
"Why can he watch cartoons when I do my homework..."
From his mother's clothes, it can be seen that the family conditions should not be bad, such as drinking milk tea, he should not be reluctant to part with money.
Song Ci didn't know how to comfort him, so after thinking about it, he asked, "Do you want milk tea?"
Then he asked curiously: "Are you a god, you are a god, right?"
But for boys of this age, Song Ci is very understanding, after all, he also came from this stage.
While waiting for the traffic light, Song Ci took off a string of amulets from his wrist and handed them over.
"Ok?"
Song Ci didn't force it, and asked him to go and get it.
"Uncle, thank you." Chen Wenbo thanked Song Ci again.
"Really, didn't you think about how to steal your brother out just now?" Song Ci said, squinting at him.
Then he looked up at the sky, facing the sun, and stretched out his hand to grab it, as if he wanted to keep the sun in his palm.
"You're welcome, meeting is fate, do you want something to drink?" Song Ci pushed open the door of the milk tea shop and walked in.
Chen Wenbo carefully stretched his feet out of the car, tested the ground, and after reconfirming the feeling that his feet were down-to-earth, he got out of the car.
Song Ci did not ask Chen Wenbo about him.
After all, Chen Wenbo was a child, so he didn't think carefully, not to mention that he was still excited just now, and he was immediately stunned after hearing Song Ci's words.
Chen Wenbo, who was sad, froze for a moment, and looked at Song Ci with tears in his eyes.
Then I parked the car on the side of the road, and there was a milk tea shop with clear windows in front.
"Okay, do you think you are a poet?" Song Ci interrupted his emotion.
Chen Wenbo swears that he is authentic, as if he is familiar with magicians and gods.
That's why Chen Wenbo asked Song Ci for his opinion. From this, it can be seen that he is a very polite child.
"He really hates him to death, I don't like him at all..."
And Chen Wenbo didn't say the same, just put his hands on the glass wall, feeling the coldness under the sun.
"Did you drink it often before?" Song Ci asked.
At this time, the waiter shouted: "On the 38th, the milk tea is ready."
"Come on, take this one."
Chen Wenbo looked up at the display screen behind the counter.
Chen Wenbo quickly brought back two cups of milk tea.
Seeing that Song Ci didn't answer, he hurriedly asked: "Are you a god? Did you resurrect me? Then can I go home now?"
Although his life is over, it is not a new beginning, as long as he learns to let go.
With that said, he turned back to look behind the car again.
Chen Wenbo was silent when he heard the words, maybe he understood the reason, but he still resisted this kind of practice.
"Of course I know." Chen Wenbo said proudly.
"What is this? Let me take... eh..."
"Um……"
"Let's go." Song Ci took the lead and walked towards the milk tea shop.
"I said, do you want milk tea? I remember there is a very popular milk tea shop in front." Song Ci said again.
"You're welcome, let's drink." Song Ci said.
"Hey..." Chen Wenbo smirked as a default.
"That's it. In fact, your mother is right. Milk tea is indeed not very healthy, especially when you are developing. It is better to drink less."
But Chen Wenbo shook his head.
"It's delicious." He showed an expression of enjoyment.
……
"Can I have a full set of milk tea?"
Chen Wenbo looked at his body in surprise, touched and pinched it, and then a smile gradually appeared on his tear-filled cheeks, and the smile grew bigger and bigger.
So Song Ci started the car and drove forward, but Chen Wenbo turned his head and looked behind him.
Song Ci saw it, Chen Wenbo said he didn't like his younger brother and hated his parents, but he was still very attached to them in his heart, otherwise he wouldn't have reacted so subconsciously.
Walking halfway, Chen Wenbo glanced at the amulet tied to his wrist, and muttered softly.
Chen Wenbo didn't know why Song Ci said this suddenly, but he nodded hastily. It's fine to do anything, but he can't eat. As a child, this is definitely the most unbearable thing since he was born, so even if he still Sad, but subconsciously nodded.
"Uncle, thank you." Chen Wenbo chased after him.
So he smiled and asked, "Do you know where your family lives?"
Song Ci was about to get up, but Chen Wenbo stood up first and said, "I'll come, I'll get it."
"Don't even think about it." Song Ci directly interrupted his innocent thoughts.
"I didn't think about it." Chen Wenbo said with a guilty conscience.
"It's really amazing, I almost forgot this feeling, I'm floating with the wind..."
"My mother said that milk tea is unhealthy. She is very strict with me. I have grown up so much, but I have never drank it a few times."
Song Ci asked for a classic milk tea, so the two found a seat by the window and sat down, waiting for the waiter to make it.
As Chen Wenbo spoke, he began to wipe away tears, full of grievances, choked with sobs and could not continue.
After lowering his head and taking several sips of milk tea, he said again: "Actually, I quite like him."
"If you don't want to go back, let's go drink milk tea." Song Ci said with a smile.
"What? Don't say I'm a magician?" Song Ci asked with a smile.
"I'm not worried. I often go out to play myself, and then I go back by myself." Chen Wenbo said a little stiffly.
He said sadly, "I don't want to go home."
Hearing this, Chen Wenbo was not polite. He inserted the straw into the milk tea cup, took a deep breath, squinted his eyes and let out a long sigh of relief.
"That's good, don't worry, I'll send you back later." Song Ci said.
"Am I really alive again?" He turned around and looked at Song Ci with a beam of joy.
Song Ci patiently explained to him: "I am not a god, but I just let you show up for a short time. After eighteen hours, you will change back to your original appearance. You can go home if you want. I can send you off." Go back, but have you figured out how to tell them?"
Then he handed Song Ci the cup to him, and sat down opposite Song Ci again.
Hearing this, Chen Wenbo withdrew his palm and showed a simple and honest smile.
The full set is a hodgepodge of adding everything, because the portion is sufficient, the price will naturally be higher.
"I'm alive again?" he said excitedly.
"Magicians are not as powerful as you, only the gods of Daxia have such abilities."
"I finally watched TV for a while, but he still snatched my remote control. If I didn't give it to him, he would cry, but my mother still criticized me for not letting my brother..."
"what?"
"I said that I actually like him a lot, and my brother, he is very cute, isn't he?"
This is the second time Chen Wenbo asked Song Ci whether his brother is cute.
Song Ci's answer was still nodding.
(End of this chapter)