Stand Alone's Anti-Green Tea Guide

"Mom, don't ask me to come over to deliver meals next time. Also, there are activities in school, and I don't have time to go home for the next month, that's all."

Seeing Yin Qingran's pitiful appearance, Yin Yunluo snorted softly, put the lunch box in his hand heavily on the bedside table, turned around and left.

"Activity, every day is activity." Lin Yinglan was angry, and grabbed Yin Yunluo's hand.

"Why are you leaving in such a hurry, stay and have dinner together."

"I don't eat it, clear soup and white water." Yin Yunluo stopped obediently, without disobeying his mother, but hummed softly.

"Your second brother is injured like this, and you still hate this place, why don't you have a meal with him?" Lin Yinglan tried to pull him to sit down together.

"How old is he? I remember he's an adult, right? Does he still need someone to eat with him? Also, Mom, have you forgotten? My second brother is studying at school now, he? What kind of second brother is he?"

"You child, you and Qingran grew up together, why isn't he your second brother?"

"Oh, so based on what you said, I should respectfully arch the person in front of me who would frame me for stealing and bullying him since I was a child, and serve him with gratitude, right?" Yin Yunluo folded his arms Hugging his chest, his originally good mood suddenly turned bad.

"This happened so many years ago. Didn't Qingran explain everything to you? It's all a misunderstanding, why are you still complaining about these trivial things?" Lin Yinglan felt a little headache when she heard this topic again.

"Oh? He said that I did it. I did it. He said it was a misunderstanding. Why? I was the one who was wronged. He only needs to make a few pitiful sophistry, and he didn't do it, right? Most of them are like this!"

"No, you are brothers, why would Qingran want to harm you..." Lin Yinglan explained earnestly.

"I treat others as my brothers, and others still look down on me at all. Come on, I recognized your rhetoric when I was 6 years old."

"Okay, I'm leaving, you can have dinner with your good son, it's the same with or without me anyway."

"Yin Yunluo, stop!" Lin Yinglan stood up, breathing heavily with anger, but Yin Yunluo still walked out of the infirmary as if she didn't hear her.

"Mom, don't be angry. Yunluo is still young, but he is a little rebellious. He will be sensible when he grows up." Yin Qingran quickly patted her on the back.

"He's still young. You always explain to him that he's still young, but he's already 16, and will be an adult in two years. If he misunderstood you so much, you still talk to him."

"Yunluo is my younger brother after all..."

"Hmph, you heard it just now, you treat him as a younger brother, but he doesn't regard you as an elder brother, this brat, I have to teach him a good lesson next time." Listening to Yin Qingran's soft coaxing words, Lin Yinglan was not so angry anymore.

"Okay, let's eat! Mama Chen's cooking is the best, it can make you feel better, and it's not a big deal. My mother is so beautiful, so you can't be angry. Angry will cause wrinkles." Yin Qingran hugged Lin Yinglan intimately.

"Oh, we Qingran are the most obedient." Lin Yinglan sighed, hugged her obedient son into her arms and patted her head.

……

After Lin Yinglan left, Yin Qingran skillfully dialed a number.

"Hello? Dad."

"Oh, wait a minute, I'll be fine soon..."

The middle-aged man with a big belly was puffing and killing all directions at the card table. Suddenly he pushed the cards in front of him and laughed. "Hey, nonsense! Hahaha!"

"It's amazing, Lao Li, it's the third one today!"

"...No, no, it's all luck."

……

"What's the matter, Qingran, what can I do with my father?" Li Fu found an excuse and slipped out of the mahjong parlor, his rough voice softened a bit, not only because it was his own son who called, but also because he money tree.

Yin Qingran on the other end frowned subconsciously, this old man was playing cards again.

"Dad, have you done what I told you to do last time?"

"Ah, what's the matter?" Li Fu wandered around in the mahjong parlor all day long, his head was often clouded.

"It's about Yin Ran." Yin Qingran rubbed his temples with a headache, he still couldn't believe it—how could he have a useless father when he was so smart.

"Oh, that kid, right? I remember it, don't worry son, I'll go and tell my brother right now, and promise to break his hands and feet, and give you a bad breath."

Li Fu patted his chest confidently. When he was wandering in the streets and alleys, he met a group of good brothers. Now that he has money, he can "relieve" them by the way.

"Okay, thank you dad, but be careful, now is the time for me to honor you, you can't have any accidents by yourself."

"My son just cares about me. Don't worry, my group of good brothers have known each other for a long time. They know everything about the family situation. They are absolutely safe. Even if they are caught, they won't push me out."

Li Fu took a puff of cigarette and exhaled a big smoke ring, his eyes flickering, full of disdain.Of course he will not be confessed, after all the families of his good brothers are all in his hands.

"But... son, I've been a little tight recently. Your mother, you know, stalks the family's money and gives me a little money every day to play cards. How can this be enough?"

After Li Fu finished his business, he suddenly lowered his voice, seemingly complaining, but his tone was very natural.

"Dad, didn't I just transfer 10 to your bank card last time? That was 10 days ago, why did you spend it all?"

Yin Qingran was like a good son who really cared about his father, his tone contained some small complaints from relatives, but the expression on his face did not change at all - it is not a big deal that can be paid with money.

"10 yuan, small money. Drinking, having a meal, and playing cards, isn't it normal to lose it? The Yin family must give you more pocket money every month. I am your own father. Give me What's the matter?" Li Fu scratched his stomach, a little dissatisfied.

"Father, my life in the Yin family is not as good as you think, and I am not as rich as you think. I am your own son. If I am really rich, can I not give it to you?" Yin Qingran's tone was a little aggrieved.

"Well, I'll give you 5 first. This is the money I saved with great difficulty."

"It's only 5..." Father Li curled his lips in dissatisfaction.

"Dad, 5 is the most money I can come up with, and I can't do anything else in the hospital now. Where can I have spare money? If you force me again, I will tell my mother."

"Okay, 5 is 5. I knew that Qingran was my good son, so don't tell your mother." Hearing Li's mother's name, Li Fu was instantly scared.

"Well... Dad is the best."

"But you'd better go to the manor a few more times to repair the flowers and plants. I think the housekeeper and many servants have some opinions on you." Yin Qingran reminded.

"I know, I know." Li Fu became a little impatient when he heard this. He didn't have time to play cards every day, so how could he have time to trim flowers and grass?

"..." Yin Qingran knew that he was being perfunctory as soon as he heard it, so he could only rub his temples with a headache, and felt a bit of resentment for him being his own father again. He still felt that Yin Rong should be his father, this kind of slum He doesn't need the mud-legged dad in the movie.

……

"Employer, Yin Qingran asked Li Fu to buy you a severed limb. Be careful in the near future." The private detective who didn't know the inside story reported truthfully.

"receive."

Yin Suizhi curled his lips slightly, and then slowly saved the messages from the private detective in the mobile phone one by one in the password box——

Since Yin Qingran has already prepared such a big gift for him, it seems that he can't justify not returning the gift...

……

The next day, when Yin Suizhi entered the classroom, he raised his eyebrows in surprise. Unlike the quietness before class in the past, today's classroom can be described as wild.

"What's wrong with you guys?" Yin Suizhi put down his schoolbag and asked Cao Xin who was writing hard beside him.

"Copy... bah, do your homework." Cao Xin didn't even look up, as if he couldn't squeeze out even this little time.

"discrete mathematics?"

"Except for the perverted homework assigned by this perverted teacher, I don't think there is any other homework that can make them do this."

Ren Yuan was holding a basketball at the side, spinning it over and over again.

"So you're done writing? So leisurely."

"Joke, when will I, Ren Yuan, need to catch up with homework?"

Ren Yuan raised his chin with an expression of impossibility.

"Hetui, Yin Ran, don't believe his bragging. He must have been pressured by his aunt to finish his homework last night, and he came here today to be frightened."

"You're the only one who talks too much!" Ren Yuan became furious, and put his hand on Cao Xin's head.

"Aww! Ren Yuan! Messed up my hairstyle again. I'll chop off your paws when I finish my homework. Just wait!"

"Come on, come on, who is afraid of whom?" Ren Yuan took advantage of Cao Xin's lack of time to pay attention to him, and tried his best to provoke him, happy to see him so angry that he couldn't do anything.

"By the way, Yin Ran, where is your homework? Have you finished it? It will be due soon."

"It's done." Yin Suizhi was not guilty, he uploaded the homework that Y had finished for him last night.

"Fuck, are you all devils? That's more than ten pages!" Cao Xin exclaimed while rushing.

"Tch, it's all just learning the basic operations of a top-level character, what do you know?" The slow "you" can be said to be very meaningful.

"I'll go, who do you mean?! Be careful that I will sue your little uncle next time, saying that you have been bullying me at school."

"Oh, tell me, as if you really dare to speak in front of my little uncle." Ren Yuan laughed at him unceremoniously.

"Ah!!! Just wait for me!" Cao Xin began to rage.

Yin Suizhi shared this matter with Y while laughing lowly.

……

"...Brother Xu, that's it. Yin Ran is becoming more and more ignorant." Yu Yang's face was stinking, and he felt pain all over his body.

The boy standing in front of him was wearing a white shirt and jeans, his soft black hair was well-styled, and even the contours of his face were gentle and gentle, as if he had stepped out of a manga on campus.