On the Harmonious Life of Ghost Gong

Wei Wei felt that if He Yizhi hadn't made trouble on purpose, he would have already borrowed money!

As a result, as soon as Wei Wei finished speaking, Father He walked over from behind, with a very ugly expression on his face, pointing at his nose and cursing.

"Wei Wei, our house provides you with food and shelter. Don't tell me what wronged you. Why are you scolding my son like this behind your back? Get out, pack your things and go out tonight!"

Honest people usually don't lose their temper, they either stay silent or explode. Obviously Father He really couldn't bear it this time, not to mention seeing Wei Wei cursing his son as soon as he came here, he couldn't bear it anymore.

Wei Wei was startled, he didn't expect his father to hear what he said just now, and he felt frightened.

Soon, Wei Wei himself became unconvinced.

It's all torn apart anyway, what else does he care about?

"Just leave, do you think I'm in your family? I'll make a lot of money in the future, don't regret it, and beg me! Didn't you just bully my dad and die? You all wait!"

Wei Wei put down the harsh words, turned around and went back to the bedroom to start packing up.

The second aunt was also angry in her heart, but she was not as impulsive as her son, talking about how father and mother deliberately bullied their orphans and widows.

At this moment, Wei Wei was young and energetic after all, he grabbed his mother's hand and said, "They drove us away, what are we doing here, anyway, I can make a lot of money in stocks in the future!"

"But, but..." Second Aunt hesitated a little.

How could He Yizhi not be able to see what the second aunt was planning, and probably wanted to stay at his house.

After all, if you really move out, the rent expenses are not small expenses.

He Yizhi immediately sarcastically said: "Let's go, hey, don't touch my computer, it belongs to my house, and the bed sheets and clothes are bought by my mother. Don't take my things indiscriminately!"

The bedroom has been turned into a mess, and now Wei Wei finally tidied up his things.

What's ridiculous is that Wei Wei really didn't pack anything. He and his second aunt came to He's house poor and empty, except for a few clothes when they came, it was really easy.

At this moment, Wei Wei also felt a little regretful in his heart - if he really moved out, he would no longer have a computer to play with, no bed or table, and he would have to buy it himself later, and he didn't have much money in his hand.

As a result, He Yizhi saw the other party's hesitation, and said sarcastically, "Where are my Nevis shoes, why don't you take them off quickly?"

"Who cares about your broken shoes!"

Wei Wei took off the Nevis shoes under his feet, fell directly on the floor, turned around and left.

"Hey, wait a minute, don't go so fast!" The second aunt hurriedly followed, and when she got out of He's house, she looked back reluctantly.

He Yizhi had quick eyes and hands, and closed the door with a "bang" first. After doing all this, he walked to the room without any psychological burden.

"Xiao He, will we be too..." Mother He was still a little shaken.

"What the hell, didn't you see how Wei Wei scolded Xiao He?" Father He said impatiently, "We still have to buy a house for Xiao He, and we can't support ourselves. How can we support outsiders?"

"..." Mother He was silent for a while, and she really felt that her second sister had gone too far.

"Mom and Dad, I'm going back to bed first, you guys should go to bed early."

He Yizhi yawned, and finally drove away his cousin and second aunt who had been relying on him for half a year. He was already too sleepy. Maybe this incident was not very pleasant, but long-term pain is not as good as short-term pain, and It's sort of solved a problem.

After giving the contact information of the music teacher's son Song Songbai to his parents, He Yizhi went back to his room early.

Before going to bed, He Yizhi was a little worried that he would be crushed by ghosts, but for some reason, after helping the music teacher in the afternoon, he felt so refreshed that he couldn't even see a ghost.

He Yiyi had a good night's sleep, and when he woke up the next day, he felt refreshed.

He remembered that he had made an appointment to see Miss Dong who was hospitalized, and he brought his own textbooks when he went out, deciding that he could read books on the way.

After all, I have made up my mind to study hard to be admitted to CUHK, so I can't let my second aunt and cousin look down on me any more.

Now He's father and mother went to work early, and after He Yizhi left the house, he took a bus directly.

The sun was shining brightly at noon, the pedestrian lanes in front of him were neat and orderly, and the signal light on the opposite side changed from red to green, He Yizhi immediately took a step.

The phone in his pocket rang, and He Yizhi answered the phone.

"Hello? Lin Gaoyang, have you arrived at the hospital? Oh, I have to transfer to another bus, and I'm crossing the sidewalk..."

He Yizhi walked forward while talking, but there was a sharp sound of brakes that seemed to pierce the eardrum!

"Whoo-"

He Yizhi took a cold breath, and suddenly felt the cold wind mixed with harsh sounds, and a car rushed towards him!

"I'll go!" He Yizhi reacted very quickly, and quickly stepped back a few steps, but his arm was rubbed directly, and there was a burst of burning pain. At this moment, the fruit was directly hit to the ground, rolled down and fell into mud.

He Yizhi suddenly became angry.

In the end, the owner of the car was even more extreme than He Yizhi, and quickly cursed on the spot: "You idiot! Won't you get out of the way?"

Looking in the direction of cursing, a luxurious open-air convertible sports car was exposed in sight. The owner of the car dyed a head of striking red hair. Surprisingly, this person was quite young, and his handsome appearance could not be concealed even wearing sunglasses.

The strange thing is that Shamat has dyed red hair, is wearing a red windbreaker, and is sitting on a red sports car. If it weren't for the black pants, He Yizhi would almost have thought that this man was a crazy lover of red.

If He Yizhi was a pure and charming little girl, she might still have a grievance with this upstart Shamat.

It's a pity... this man just happened to hit He Yizhi's gun.

With a "click", He Yizhi took his mobile phone to record the scene of the other party yelling, and then recorded the green light signal and his own wounds.

After doing all this, He Yizhi remained expressionless, and fell to the ground with a thud, his body twitching.

He Yizhi began to roll on the ground: "You, you hit me!"

He Yizhi thought about why he was so unlucky the past few days, and it's not a good thing to be a ghost and a relative. This is good, even when he bumped into him, he even scolded him!

No, he needs to vent!

Not happy!

To do something!

He Yizhi showed his acting skills all his life, turned over a few times like a salted fish on the ground, and said in a painful voice, "I am in pain, I broke my arm, and I will lose money soon, 100 million."

"Fuck you bastard! I'm so unlucky!"

The young man couldn't see that He Yizhi was causing trouble on purpose. He thought it was a soft bun, but it turned out to be a Porcelain Emperor, who was too lazy to say a word of nonsense.

At this moment, he was so angry that he took off his sunglasses, revealing a blade-like thick brow and star eyes, gritted his teeth, and walked forward to check on He Yizhi's injury.

It's a broken arm, it's clear that it's just scratched.

"Young man, stop making trouble, get up quickly, you look like a student, can you stop doing this kind of thing? Why don't I just call you an idiot?"

"My hand hurts, give me the money." He Yizhi rolled on the ground twice more.

"..."