On the Treatment of the Leading Role of Passerby A

"What are you doing here?"

Zhang Ye just took a bite of the little bun, and turned his head when he heard the sound. There was a wall between the restaurant and the door, but he knew who it was from grandma's disgusted and hated tone.

"Mom, Tian Cheng didn't go home yesterday, and he didn't answer the phone calls. I was really worried, so I came here to see if he was here."

Zhang Ye put his hands in his trouser pockets and walked slowly to the door. Chen Lan was already walking into the house familiarly. He stretched his legs and stopped him: "I said, if you come into my house again, I will throw you from the window." Go out, want to try? Grandma, call him and let him go."

Grandma Zhang felt a little uncomfortable: "He is your father after all, you... Forget it, I'll call." Don't blame her son for not being a human being, no matter how old she is, she can't be unreasonable.

Wang Mei struggled for most of the night yesterday and got up late. She just came out of the shower and saw the person lying on the sofa with a bad face.

I went straight to the restaurant to eat, and Chen Lan saw it just by passing by. She immediately yelled: "Wang Mei, are you shameless? Tian Cheng doesn't love you anymore, and you still hold on to him, thinking that he You can save it by staying here for one night? Don't be so naive."

Zhang Yeheng was standing at the door, taller than her by a whole head, with a terrifying fierce look on his face, she only dared to stretch her neck to call out Wang Mei, otherwise how could she sing by herself?

I don't want Wang Mei to sit still on Mount Tai and just eat her own breakfast as if she didn't hear it at all, making Grandpa Zhang on the side feel ashamed.

Zhang Ye didn't bother to show emotions with this person, so he took out his mobile phone and patted Chen Lan, typed a few words and clicked to send, and then continued to look at Chen Lan calmly.

Chen Lan pointed at Zhang Ye: "What did you do? What did you take a picture with your phone just now?"

On the other side, Zhang Tiancheng, who was soundly asleep, was shaken awake and just about to lose his temper. Seeing that it was his mother, he turned over and complained, "What are you doing? I have a terrible headache, so I'll talk about it later."

"You don't even look at where you sleep, you can sleep anywhere, don't be annoying here. By the way, pick up the one at the door, what kind of virtue, why stand at the door and shout? I have never seen the world We all know that it’s not good manners to do this, what kind of saddle fits the horse, but it’s a pity that we figured it out too late.”

Zhang Tiancheng also saw where he was now, and struggled to get up: "Mom, why are you talking so meanly? I'm leaving, can't I?"

As soon as he got up and walked to the door, Chen Lan took his arm and pointed at Zhang Ye: "Ask what your son did just now? I came to look for you. I really don't want to quarrel with anyone, but look at their manner."

Zhang Ye got out of the way and went back to continue eating his own breakfast. If he delayed for a while, he would be late.

As for what he did?As he expected, Chen Lan should receive a call from his son soon.

Sure enough, as soon as he had this thought, Chen Lan's phone rang.

Chen Lan was thinking that her son was not winking, but before she had time to speak, she was reprimanded by her son: "Mom, can't you calm down? Now the whole class is watching me make jokes."

"Joke? What joke?"

"Little San ran to the original spouse's house and made a scene. You knew that we were unreasonable, but you went to other people's house. The classmates in the group started talking about it."

Chen Lan hung up the phone, pushed Zhang Tiancheng and came in to chase Zhang Ye, and asked viciously, "What did you post to the classmate group?"

Zhang Ye shrugged and turned on his phone to show her her cynicism and furious look at the door. Of course...he also @赵荣 by the way, followed by a sentence: Bring your mad dog back, don't spread rabies everywhere.

Chen Lan's complexion changed suddenly, and he raised his hand to throw Zhang Ye's face. Zhang Tiancheng, who was following behind, grabbed her hand, and said with a cold face, "Did I say you wrong? Look at you like that." What's the difference between a bitch and a shrew swearing at the street? Walk around, don't be ashamed."

Zhang Ye simply explained: "If you come to my house again to make trouble, I will let your son accompany you. If you don't believe me, you can try it. You'd better think about whether he can really be thick-skinned enough to successfully pass the college entrance examination. "

Chen Lan put her hand down by herself, and said with a sneer, "It's amazing to have such ideas at such a young age."

"I'm sorry, it's just instinct. Just stand there for a second, and I'll take you to the window right away. My house doesn't have security windows."

What Chen Lan wanted to say was dragged out by Zhang Tiancheng in the end.

Grandpa Zhang didn't speak the whole time, but his complexion could no longer be described as dark. He even drank half of a bowl of porridge before going back to the house.

Grandma Zhang sighed and said: "In the past, he wanted to be a strong person, and he couldn't let people outside say anything bad. I don't know how many people he lost by following your father. Now that he is old and has no strength, we don't have the old face to face you. You have taught your son well all your life, we are sorry for you."

Wang Mei smiled: "It's okay, I know my son will protect me, so I won't be sad. It's getting late, and I have to go to the relevant department to apply for procedures today. No matter how difficult it is, since I agreed to come down to this branch school It must be built. Ono, do you want me to see you off?"

Zhang Ye shook his head, stood up and wiped his mouth, saying no need Zeng Qiao was still waiting for him outside.

Zhang Ye took his coat and went downstairs, the atmosphere at home became inexplicably tense, all this was caused by him himself.

The heaviest punishment for a person is nothing more than betraying relatives and losing everything, so that he can only cry bitterly for the first half of his life.

Zhang Ye never really hoped for anyone to die. For the wicked, death is the easiest thing. The world is prosperous and happy, but sometimes it is a purgatory that can torture a life that is better than death.

Zeng Qiao leaned against the tree and looked up at the clouds in the sky, and waited for the man to approach before he said leisurely: "In the blink of an eye, the leaves turned yellow. You are quite poisonous today, I think Zhao Rong will be angry It exploded."

Zhang Ye shrugged: "It's not fun for me to come to the door. I have already given her face by not doing anything. Don't talk about them, have you had breakfast?"

"Get up late, take it to school to eat, make more, try it later?"

Zhang Ye still remembered the taste he ate last time, Zeng Qiao asked and nodded naturally: "I think this aunt in your family can open a restaurant by herself, although she is a little tired, doesn't she make more money than working in your house?"

Zeng Qiao rolled his eyes at him angrily: "You don't need to worry about my aunt's future."

If I knew I wouldn't get up early today to make breakfast, I fed the dog's stomach with my heart.

Autumn is just around the corner, and the morning wind has messed up his hair. Zhang Ye's hair is soft and makes people want to touch it.

Zeng Qiao wanted to cut it when the National Day was off. Under the eyes of everyone, this kind of insignificant joy made him overjoyed.

"Come with me to get your hair cut on National Day. I'm tired of looking at this look now. I'll dye it too. How about you?"

Zhang Ye nodded: "Okay, people like you are likable."

Zeng Qiao was very helpful, and the corners of his mouth rose all the way. When the two entered the classroom, their buttocks and stools were still not seated. The teaching director stood at the door of their class, pointed at Zhang Ye and said, "Zhang Ye, come here, I have something to say. tell you."

The author has something to say: Guess why he was called hee hee hee

It's time to write about how the two get along.