Please don't be so hard on me!

"Why don't you speak?"

After Luo Minghan finished talking about this insignificant matter, he found that Miao Cun hadn't spoken out for a long time.In the silence, the window was suddenly lowered.The car was driving on the elevated road, overlooking the sky above the city plain, when the night wind swept in with the lights, it instantly messed up Miao Cun's hair.

"hot?"

Miao Cun looked away from the window, shook his head, and repeatedly pressed the back of his cold hand to his cheek.Luo Minghan glanced hastily, and found that his face was burning red, but his eyes were inexplicably bright, an indescribable smile gradually emerged from Miao Cun's face, and finally turned into a childish and silly look.

With this kind of smile, he looked at Luo Minghan intently: "What happened next?"

"What later?"

"You saved him, didn't you come later?"

Luo Minghan casually supported the steering wheel: "Then it was about him and Luo Yuanhe."

"Have you seen him yet?"

"Once in a while, not many."

"Why didn't you see him?" Miao Cun was a little annoyed.

"He can't tell the difference between me and Luo Yuanhe, what are you doing seeing him?"

Miao Cun was aggrieved and complained in a low voice: "...Then you didn't tell him that you and Teacher Luo are two people."

"I gave him a chance, but he is too stupid." Luo Minghan thought of something interesting, and laughed in a low voice, "Sometimes I will deliberately do the opposite of Luo Yuanhe, say the opposite, and put it on the canvas. Scribbling, he didn't even see it, what can I do?"

"Drawing is the most boring thing. Otherwise, don't draw. I'll take you to the amusement park."

"Your perspective is so weird."

"You don't understand, it's abstract cubism."

"Abstract and three-dimensional are two schools."

"Then you know now, it's a school, and Picasso is the representative."

There is a lot of confusion in the little head of those who have just started to contact the history of Western art.

"Hey, I said Luo Yuanhe is an idiot, do you agree?"

"I don't understand why you're scolding yourself."

"..."

"How do you think I am today compared to yesterday?"

"How about what?"

"Am I more attractive today?"

"I don't know," pointing at the painting, "I just know that the highlights you painted today are dirtier than yesterday."

"..."

Miao Cun really wanted to scold Luo Minghan for being boring, but he couldn't help raising his lips into a smile, even biting his lips.Because Luo Minghan couldn't see the clue, he had no choice but to lean on the window sill and let the wind blow his hot face even more red.

"Don't get caught with a cold." Luo Minghan reminded, still having lingering fears about his last fever.

Miao Cun asked, "If I see you again, will you still recognize me?"

...Forget it, he seemed to ask a nonsense question.

"How is it possible?" Luo Minghan laughed and denied it, "He was very beautiful when he was young, but he should be disabled now."

Miao Cun: "..."

"I said he was disabled, why are you angry?"

Finally, we drove off the elevated road, passed the toll gate, and turned into the quiet main road around the University City.It was almost three o'clock in the morning, and there was not a car or a person on the road, and the headlights were broken, and the fog filled the night.Luo Minghan glanced at Miao Cun again, with unwashed bloodstains rubbing on the tip of his nose and cheeks, just because of his words, he was inexplicably upset.

"You look like this..." Luo Minghan said leisurely and jokingly, and slowly pulled over the car, "It makes me want to kiss you so much."

The seat belt slid off, and he leaned over, caressing Miao Cun's face: "I guess... I was jealous because I praised him for being good-looking when he was young?"

Miao Cun was tickled by his fingertips, thinking to himself, you are really outrageous.

"I promise," Luo Minghan said, leaning closer to him, the tip of his nose rubbed against his, and his lips seemed to touch as he spoke, "No matter how beautiful he is, he must not be as beautiful as you."

Miao Cun closed his eyes, and the street lamp cast a slanted and warm light, which just enveloped his pale eyelids lightly.Luo Minghan held his breath and looked at it for a brief second—it was so beautiful, he really wanted to take a few more glances, but his first priority was... to kiss him.

He sucked on Miao Cun's lips.

Miao Cun wondered childishly, he didn't even know that he was kissing the child he had rescued with his own hands back then.He taught him to fight and how to be tougher, but to surrender under his kisses, so soft that he couldn't even pluck a rose.

"Fate is like a spider's web. There is no reason for where it starts and where it breaks, and there is no need to mend or grasp it." Luo Minghan succeeded in fighting, and after a while, he said indifferently and seriously, "Not every encounter has a beginning and an end. I know that he has been doing well since then, and that's enough."

"He will thank you." For a long time, Miao Cun stared at him, with a starlight in his eyes that Luo Minghan could not understand, "Not only saved his life, but that sentence also benefited him for life."

The corners of Luo Minghan's lips twitched into a smile, and he reached out to stroke his hair, "Since it's so useful, then I'll teach you how to deal with bad guys by the way."

·

Luo Minghan has always been very efficient in handling affairs, so he transferred 20 yuan to his aunt's card that night. To be on the safe side, he also asked the other party if he wanted to come here for surgery. He could ask someone to help, but the aunt's family obviously didn't want to cause trouble for others. Yes, after repeated declines, Luo Minghan introduced them to a famous expert in Kunming, and the date of surgery was soon scheduled.

These things seem to be effortless for him, just make a few phone calls and chat for a few days, and they are all arranged properly, and there is no time for coffee.

"Next time you encounter any problems, don't hide it from me. It is my honor to help you."

Miao Cun disliked his adult scene, "You are so polite."

"From the bottom of my heart." Luo Minghan smiled, "The second thing left now is to get back your 20 yuan from your family." He paused for a moment, "This cycle may be a bit long, you went to study in France As for the fee, just use the remuneration Daniel gave you first, and there is no need to rush to pay me back my part."

"I will return it to you as soon as I get it." Miao Cun said seriously.

Luo Minghan held his hand, and when he spoke, he rarely looked directly into his eyes: "Study and life abroad are not as simple as you think, and there are places where money is spent everywhere. All the time is spent on class and painting, and you don’t have to be reluctant to pay for tickets when you come across an exhibition you like.”

He took a deep breath almost inaudibly, and after a moment of silence, he smiled and said: You gave me such a good painting, 20, just as a small reward. "

Miao Cun was stunned: "That's for you."

"As long as it belongs to me, it doesn't matter if it's given to me, or it costs money."

Miao Cun felt inexplicable, but he should be happy and relieved: "I always thought you didn't want me to go to France."

"Why, in your heart, you are so important to me?" Luo Minghan touched his face, joking in his intimacy: "Leave you here, what if you rely on me? I am not married. "

But the two rings in the drawer are difficult to explain.I bought it for my birthday last year, and wanted to give it to Miao Cun, but my birthday was so dismal, and I haven't had a suitable opportunity since then.It is foreseeable that there will be no chance in the future.These two rings can only eat ashes in the jewelry box until the day Luo Minghan thinks he finally has the courage to reopen them.He would tell another person with a time-lapse laugh that he too would be stupid.

"Then how do you want to help me get the 20 back?"

"I have a friend."

"Ah."

Luo Minghan said lightly: "Engaging in a not-so-famous career abroad."

Miao Cun: "...?"

"Scam."

Good guy.

Miao Cun was in a complicated mood, looking at him hesitantly, with eyes full of shock, justice and "Is this okay?"

"Don't look at me like that," Luo Minghan laughed. "All my sources of income are reasonable and legal, and my taxes are clear. I am a glorious high taxpayer of the People's Republic of China." He called out an overseas number from his phone: "Before I've done her a favor, this time I'll let her repay the favor, the only problem is... 20 is too little, it's kind of condescending."

Miao Cun: "..."

No, why is it still a commercial tout.

"Otherwise," Luo Minghan asked quite seriously, "Anyway, you are already planning to go far away, and you probably won't be able to fulfill your filial piety before bed and take care of yourselves."

"Um……?"

"Let her cheat you of your inheritance by the way?"

Miao Cun: "........."

Roads never imagined!

"Really, think about it."

Miao Cun was speechless for a while: "Actually, I don't have such a deep hatred with them."

What's more, Miao Jiancheng was so poor that he couldn't afford 3 yuan when he applied for a legal visa.

Luo Minghan looked at him tenderly.In the past two days, I heard him talk about a lot of things about his childhood intermittently. It is a basic operation for the family to go out to play and lock him in the small attic. The shoes and clothes are very different from Miao Cong. After drinking, he punched and kicked him to vent his anger, that's fine, and the prize money of the competition business list was blatantly deducted for personal use, and it didn't matter, there was only one thing, Luo Minghan deeply kept it in his heart.Li Liping knew that he was painting, but she deliberately refused to use hot water for him in winter. She bullied him since he was a child. The neighbors felt distressed when they saw the chilblain and pus, she smiled and called it Tufangzi.

Miao Cun didn't know that Luo Minghan's smile often made his subordinates terrified, because it was a precursor to his anger.

Luo Minghan smiled slightly: "But I have."

·

Miao Cong has never doubted that he had a lucky encounter.He is good-looking and tall. He wears new sneakers and has a few trendy clothes bags. Besides, he never allowed Miao Jiancheng to drive that old Honda to school, so he was in a private school full of rich kids. In high school, it's not too bad.The only disadvantage is the bad grades, but the bad grades also have the advantage of bad grades, after all, some people like this, and feel that it is not boring to play.

Miao Cong had quite a few fashionable online relationships, some of which died before he had time to show up, and some developed smoothly from online to offline, receiving different friend applications, extensions and confessions online every day. It is commonplace.

One of the things that has made him so confident recently is that his charm is no longer limited to his peers and school girls, but has begun to develop towards mature sisters.

The mature sister claimed to be a senior at the school. She fell in love with him at first sight when she went back to school to participate in an activity last time, so she obtained his contact information from a teacher through various channels.Which teacher, she can't say, because it's not good.Miao Cong said sincerely, I understand.

The school happened to be the [-]th anniversary of its founding a while ago, and some outstanding alumni visited their alma mater one after another, and gave several speeches in the school auditorium. Miao Cong is a member of the school etiquette team. He suspects that the mature sister treated him at that time. Love at first sight, which makes perfect sense and fits perfectly with his charismatic situation.

My sister is always worried about his gains and losses, such as:

"I haven't been sleeping well lately."

"why?"

"I always miss you, think that you have so many young and beautiful little sisters around you, do you think my sister is old?"

Miao Cong swore, "No, I prefer sibling love. To be honest, I have no common language with those girls, they are too superficial."

Sister: "I also think you are very deep, I like to listen to you chatting, you are different from others."

The two can chat on hundreds of screens every day, and the scale quickly escalates. After Miao Cong finished playing basketball, he sent each other a photo of his sweaty abs, saying, "I want to see my sister's."

My sister is very flirtatious and sends him career lines.

Miao Cong backhandedly sent the chat records to the Straight Guys Forum and Hu Penggou You Group, "Old buddies, how about this wave?"

The following obscene replies swiped the screen: "My grass brother can do it, it's better to be bigger, it will hurt people (funny squinting)"

He didn't know, but his sister also forwarded the chat record to Luo Minghan, "Neng, report the progress."

Luo Minghan didn't have such a bad taste, he never clicked on it, and always forwarded it to Miao Cun.

...Then the world where only Miao Cun was injured was achieved.

In the human body class, everyone was drawing well at first, but the students heard him throw the pen, stood up from the chair, and then walked around the studio with fists clenched, as if they saw something dirty. unlucky.

My sister’s circle of friends is rich in content. Every day, she travels in first class on business, or goes out to sea on a yacht, does open-air yoga and golf at private clubs by the sea, goes to poor mountainous areas to do charity, and takes photos with local government officials. The lady donated 500 million yuan in materials for the children of primary and secondary schools in our county." At the meeting of the summit, the elder sister in a suit listened to the report, but the profile revealed the style of a female entrepreneur.

Miao Cong hinted that the latest sneakers are particularly good-looking. All the classmates in the class wear them, but he doesn't.

In the next minute, the money was transferred to his WeChat account, a total of 1, which can buy two pairs.

Ms. Zhao asked Luo Minghan for reimbursement, Luo Minghan said, "Is there any help from you?"

Ms. Zhao: "I've already washed my hands! Bad luck!"

As a male high school student who is about to take the college entrance examination, but at the same time knows that he will not be successful in the exam, and at the same time, he firmly believes that his brain is not suitable for studying, and he will be able to turn the clouds and rain into the society in the future and become a boss. In the dead of night, Miao Cong At that time, I can't help but imagine what I will do in the future.

The answer is that anyone who can achieve great things will be able to seize the opportunity, meet noble people, embrace the thigh, and from then on, he will turn over in a single leap.

Obviously, Ms. Zhao is his noble person, this thigh.

Li Liping realized that something was obviously wrong with him. He used to do homework and put on a show when he came home on weekends, but now he just keeps his mobile phone in his hand every minute and every second, and giggles while eating.

"Zaizai, the college entrance examination is coming up next year, please take it easy, okay?" Li Liping persuaded him earnestly.

"What do you know?" Miao Cong bit his chopsticks impatiently, "Things like the college entrance examination are prepared for those who study hard."

"Then you have to go to college."

"Look at the bosses in today's society. How many of them came out of universities? Those who came out of Tsinghua University and Peking University, why don't you work for them? Education is not everything. How old are you?"

Miao Jiancheng couldn't listen anymore, resisted the urge to slap him, and his face sank: "I think your wings are stiff! Do you think you are your brother, what kind of painting skills do you have? Give me a good study! The grades are good. Don’t take any pocket money if you don’t go!”

Miao Cong sneered: "I think you were kicked out of Stockholm, half your life is gone and you still protect him?"

"Si," Miao Jiancheng choked, "Don't fart for me!"

Miao Cong kicked away the chair and stopped eating, "Just wait, when the time comes, you beg me to take care of you."

In the past, Miao Cong would definitely post passionately, but now that he has a backer, of course he has to complain to the backer: "Fuck, this society is really bad, no one thinks highly of you if you don't have money, even your own parents have to step on you." kick."

The older sister was considerate and comforting: "You are still young, it will be fine when you grow up and make money on your own."

"It's too difficult to make money, and my grades are not good." Miao Cong tried to guide the topic.

"My sister's grades are not good, and she failed the college entrance examination, but she is doing well now. I like doing educational charity the most. I hope everyone can study hard and avoid my detours."

"Baby is really kind."

"Well, over the past few years, I have donated 1000 million in total."

Miao Cong's eyes were fucking straight.Fuck? 1000 million?One, ten, one hundred, one thousand, ten thousand, father, father, wife!

"I've never been ashamed to ask," Miao Cong twitched, "What exactly does my sister do? She makes so much money and still has so much time to spend with me every day."

"Financial investment"

Ms. Zhao smiled slightly, and sent a screenshot of the system interface backhand.

When it comes to money, Miao Cong still has a bit of a brain, "Now there are a lot of p2p thunderstorms, sister should be careful." He tentatively.

"Thank you for your concern. If there is a problem with it, I won't put 2000 million in it."

After that, Ms. Zhao disappeared for a while.Miao Cong waits for her to go online every day, but she always goes offline after a quick login, and never responds to WeChat.But what makes him even more uncomfortable is that his sister's circle of friends is still so colorful and radiant.Miao Cong racked his brains, all signs point to one possibility: Sister Zhao is tired of him.

How can this work?He hasn't turned his contacts into sustainable resources as those successful masters have said!

Fortunately, after half a month of indifference, my sister finally talked to him more: "I'm sorry, I like you very much, but I'm really tired, you're still so young, you can't help me with anything, I'm alone I have to operate several accounts every day, and I just went to Bangkok for a meeting a few days ago, and I really miss you, if only you were more mature."

Miao Cong couldn't help his excited heart and trembling hands, "I will grow up and mature! Give me a little more time, okay?"

Ms. Zhao asked hesitantly and worriedly: "I have a small 200 million account, can you help me take care of it first?"

Miao Cong:!What can't be done!Very capable!But there is a small problem, what should I do if I lose money?Whose wins?He is a candidate, time is very precious!

Sister: "You are inexperienced, so the 200 million is just for you to practice. I will call you after you win and cash out. It's okay if you lose. This money is nothing, so don't feel pressured."

Miao Cong was gearing up, and after a small test, he discovered that this matter is not difficult at all!Although he occasionally loses money, he can make it back quickly. Even if he loses his bottom pants, but under his calm and mature operation without panic, he can turn losses into profits within a few days and achieve a headwind turnaround.

Facts have proved that he, Miao Cong, has a bit of talent.And in such a high amount of buying and selling, he is already a mature trader.

"Sister, I have some New Year's money here. Anyway, it's easy to operate. Can you put it together?"

He is very smart, he does not open an account independently, but bundles it with Ms. Zhao's, which can be regarded as spreading the risk to a certain extent.

Sister: "Baby, why do you trust me so much, are you afraid that I will take your money and run away?"

Miao Cong was taken aback, "You are so rich, my tens of thousands can't even count as your daily interest."

From this step, he finally officially and completely became the pig on the plate.

For a high school student like him who thinks highly of himself, tens of thousands of dollars is nothing more than sprinkles of water. When he earns a lot of money, there will be an extra [-] yuan a day on the book, and the annualized rate is so high that Miao Cong dare not calculate it!The hateful thing is that these are all locked in Ms. Zhao's account, and she doesn't plan to withdraw cash yet.She always reassures Miao Cong, it depends on the long-term, long-term, don't be so irresistible.

Miao Cong endured it for a few days and finally couldn't sit still.What a joke, she has so many laying hens, so naturally she is not in a hurry to get the eggs, but he is different, he just wants to hold them in his hands!

He has been oppressed by Miao Jiancheng's spirit for too long, and Li Liping always tortured him repeatedly with that kind of blind pampering and worry, which caused Miao Cong to have a character of both pride and low self-esteem. Wanting to prove himself, he slapped those teachers, classmates, parents, and cheap brother Miao Cun in the face.

He wants principal, more principal.

Miao Cun's 20 has not been moved on Miao Jiancheng's new card, and Miao Cong is familiar with all the passwords and gesture passwords of his mobile phone, and it is easy to transfer out.

The opening of the account was done without telling Ms. Zhao, because he didn't want to listen to Luo Libasuo's persuasive persuasion.He called customer service, and under the guidance of the other party's standard and sweet Mandarin, he opened an account step by step.

·

Miao Cun did not pay attention to the progress of this matter until Miao Jiancheng knelt in front of him, hugged his leg and wept bitterly, and asked him if he had any money left in his hand, even if it was [-] or [-], he would take it Save Miao Cong's arm.

"I do not understand what you are saying."

Miao Jiancheng never went to school to find him, and he didn't pay attention to everything about Miao Cun except money.Miao Cun was afraid that he would appear messy and cause trouble in public, so he met him outside the villa.

Miao Jiancheng's face was full of panic: "Congcong provoked someone and slept with his wife. Now that woman is dead, her husband came to the door and said that Congcong swallowed their property. He wants, wants Congcong to lose money. Forgive me!"

Miao Cun took a step back in surprise, and quickly realized in his heart that this was the trick of Ms. Zhao to get out of her shell, and it was very malicious—just like they teased and slandered him back then.

In fact, the goal of getting back 20 yuan was completed from the step of Miao Cong opening a personal account and transferring money into it.

Ms. Zhao asked Luo Minghan: "Do you close the net? 20 wasted a month and a half of my time. If it hadn't been for Jinpen to wash his hands, I would have asked you to accompany me for lost wages!"

Luo Minghan said lightly: "Teach his whole family a lesson."

The ones who have completed this lesson in China are professional debt collection teams, the leader of which is vicious, and the weather in May has already revealed a big flower arm.The chat records, account operation information, and money exchanges between the two are all clear at a glance. The other party insisted that the two parties had an improper relationship. He slept with a married woman. He not only cheated himself but also cheated money. Either block up the money, or put up a big-character poster with a banner saying that he stole women at a young age to swindle money, and go to the police station to sue him for murder.

The pig-killing dish and the fairy dance were both pronged. Miao Cong was whipped into a pig's head by Miao Jiancheng with a belt, but no matter how he cried bitterly and said that he hadn't even seen him, it didn't help.

"I, I have money! I invested 20 yuan before, and now I have 60 yuan with interest!" I lost only three cents.

Miao Cong was so out of breath that he was so dumbfounded that he went into cardiac arrest.

"I'll kill you bastard! How dare you steal my money! Ah, how dare you steal my money!" Miao Jiancheng took off his slippers and beat him.Li Liping stopped crying: "What are you doing! Do you still want your son?! Hit him again, hit him again——I will fight you hard!"

Standing in front of Miao Cun, Miao Jiancheng was old and decrepit, his eyes full of dodge and pleading.

After hearing all the story, Miao Cun asked calmly, "So?"

"Save your brother! I beg you, save your brother!"

Miao Cun held the book, looking like a naive student, but when the corners of his lips moved slightly, it only made people feel cold.He asked condescendingly: "Don't you have a 180 million certificate of deposit? Why, for your beloved little son, are you unwilling to take it out?"

Miao Jiancheng was dumbfounded, his face flushed red, and turned pale in embarrassment in an instant.

That was revealed by Miao Cong himself to Ms. Zhao, saying that if his father hadn't kept the deposit certificate tightly hidden, he could have taken it out and doubled it for him. He also laughed at his father's old-fashioned conservatism.

"How, how did you know?"

"My aunt told me that if it wasn't for your certificate of deposit, she wouldn't have treated me so badly. She treated me badly just to please you." Miao Cun said casually.

"Fart!" Miao Jiancheng gritted his teeth, "Don't listen to that bitch talking nonsense!"

"So, for your precious Miao Cong, you are not even willing to pay this little money, and you still want to come to me, even if you ask me for [-]?"

Miao Jiancheng swallowed his saliva, gasping for air.

"Sorry, it's useless for you to kneel down and kowtow to me, I have no money."