Raised by bigots, I ran away

Chapter 30 Chen Ping

Yan Qingyang only felt his heart was soft and numb, he loved and hated this little thing, so he couldn't help stretching out his hand to pinch his face.

"What do you say!"

Su Nanchuan: "I don't know."

Yan Yang: "Then think about it carefully and see if you can understand it."

Su Nanchuan: "..."

In fact, Su Nanchuan and Fang Liping were really worrying in vain. It's not that Yan Tanyang is ignorant, on the contrary, he is very smart, and he basically knows what the teacher taught in class.

But obviously Yan Yang doesn't care about any grades or rankings of the school.

Brother Yan knows everything, Brother Yan just doesn't do his homework, Brother Yan just doesn't do well in exams, he just plays.

In Yan Yangyang's 15-year-old life, the only person and matter he cares about is his younger brother.

My younger brother was worried that Yan Yangyang would not be easy to mix with, so he pretended to be honest, but when the results came out at the end of the senior high school entrance examination, Yan Qingyang stepped on the score line of the third high school and passed.

All the teachers in the junior middle school of No. [-] Middle School expressed their shock.

Fang Liping didn't understand what was going on at the moment, and said to Xu Yu dumbfoundedly with Yan Yang's grades: "It's just one point more than the cut-off mark, and if he gets one more point in the test, it will kill him." !"

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summer vacation.

After Yan Tanyang's high school entrance examination, he was completely let go, and he had to go out every day. Su Nanchuan didn't know what he was doing every day, so he asked Yan Tanyang, and Yan Tanyang said with a serious face: "Children don't care about adults' affairs."

Su Nanchuan gestured with his fingers: "You are only three years and nine months older than me."

Brother Yan wrapped his thin white fingers into his palm, and proudly said: "Your elder brother is like a father, do you know that I don't care about father's affairs!"

Su Nanchuan: "..."

Once Yan Qingyang left, Su Nanchuan was left alone at home. Most of the time, he would read books and do homework. Occasionally, when he was tired from studying, he would take a walk by the Changqing River.

On this day, not long after Yan Yang left, the courtyard door opened, and the familiar sound of high-heeled shoes sounded.

As soon as Su Nanchuan heard the sound, he knew that it was Lin Yuemei who had returned, but what was different this time was that besides the sound of high heels, there was another sound of footsteps.

Su Nanchuan was stunned for a moment, thinking that Lin Yuemei brought someone back?Then is he going to hide in the bedroom, or say hello to the visitor first?

But isn't it rude to hide back?

How about saying hello and going back?After all, Lin Yuemei never brought anyone home.

Just as he was thinking, the door of the living room was pushed open.

Lin Yuemei's voice came in first: "It's your first time to come to my house, come in."

The door curtain was lifted, and Lin Yuemei greeted the people behind her while smiling.

This was the first time Su Nanchuan saw Lin Yuemei smiling. He was a little taken aback for a while, but soon, he saw a man of medium build walking in behind Lin Yuemei.

This man is Chen Ping.

Half a year ago, after Chen Ping silently helped her again, Lin Yuemei finally took the initiative to find Chen Ping.

She is tired, love or not is something only a little girl wants. As she gets older, her face will gradually age, and her figure will gradually lose shape.

In life, living to her age, having experienced countless hardships and wind and rain, a heart has long been barren and dead.Now she is just lingering on a body, not asking for anything else, just asking for someone she can rely on.

So the two are officially together.

Chen Ping is wearing a colorful T-shirt and a pair of dark jeans today. Although he looks younger, he can still see the traces of time on his face. Wearing such a suit again, he will give people a kind of old cucumber The feeling of forced green paint.

As soon as he entered the door, he didn't seem to expect that there were still people in the room. When he saw Su Nanchuan, he was stunned for a moment, and then he laughed: "Yuemei, is this your son? He looks quite obedient."

Su Nanchuan stood there nervously and hurriedly lowered his head. At this moment, he saw the man holding hands with Lin Yuemei.

Lin Yuemei withdrew the smile on her face, and said lightly: "No."

Su Nanchuan was even more at a loss, and politely called: "Aunt Mei." Then he said to Chen Ping: "Hello, Uncle."

Chen Ping looked at Su Nanchuan with a smile: "Hello, kid, how old are you?"

Chen Ping smiled with lines all over his face, his hair was sprayed with thick hairspray, his whole person looked very greasy and overly enthusiastic, which made Su Nanchuan feel an indescribable sense of disobedience.

He didn't want to answer the man's words, but Lin Yuemei suddenly grabbed the man's arm and dragged him in: "Chen Ping, come and have a look in my room."

Chen Ping glanced at Su Nanchuan and nodded.Follow Lin Yuemei to the master bedroom next to her.

Su Nanchuan breathed a sigh of relief and went back to his room.

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Chen Ping was led into the master bedroom by Lin Yuemei.

As soon as he entered, he sat on the single sofa next to Lin Yuemei's bed. Erlang raised his legs and began to look at Lin Yuemei's room.

The furniture in the room is very old, nothing special, but there is a framed photo on the dressing table, which is a group photo.

Chen Ping took a second look at the group photo, it was a photo of Lin Yuemei and a man.In the group photo, Lin Yuemei smiled happily, and the man standing next to her smiled honestly. The man looked okay, nothing special, but his demeanor at this moment was somewhat similar to the boy in the living room just now.

Lin Yuemei came over at this moment, blocking his sight.

A faint herbal smell of wormwood filled the air, and Lin Yuemei said softly, "Lie down on the bed."

Chen Ping closed his eyes: "It's right here."

Lin Yuemei responded with an "um" and lifted his shirt.

Lin Yuemei's moxibustion technique was learned when she was doing massage in her early years. Recently, Chen Ping suffered from insomnia and was not in good spirits. He suffered from minor illnesses one after another, and even became irritable. Lin Yuemei thought that there was another set at home. The tools of moxibustion bring people back.

Chen Ping sighed comfortably, and half-opened his eyes to see Lin Yuemei sitting beside him.

Lin Yuemei is 34 years old, her figure and appearance are well maintained, she doesn't look like someone in her 30s at all.

The two of them have been together for half a year.

Half a year, this has almost surpassed Chen Ping's previous record. Chen Ping's previous record was said to be at most half a year. In fact, he was basically bored after three months.

No matter how beautiful the swan meat is, it's just like that when it's in your mouth.

But a swan is always a swan, some people will find it fresh, and some people will always feel envious. Lin Yuemei is different from his previous girlfriends, and Lin Yuemei cannot be easily thrown away.

Chen Ping thought about it, and said, "Yuemei, do you remember Mr. Liu from Xitu? Last time we had dinner together."

Lin Yuemei: "Remember."

Chen Ping: "Let's have dinner together tomorrow."

Lin Yuemei frowned slightly: "Can I not go?"

Chen Ping: "Why?"

Lin Yuemei: "Didn't I tell you that? Last time, Mr. Liu thought I was your accompanying drinker, and he groped me while you were in the toilet."

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