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The first thing Yan Guohua did when he came back from a business trip was to ask his son about that night.

Yan Jiwen told the truth that Yan Guohua frowned while listening, perhaps because he was worried that Yan Guohua thought Han Yi was unreliable, so Yan Jiwen took the initiative to popularize some knowledge he had checked online with Yan Guohua: "Ma's Both leg injuries and intestinal problems are difficult to heal, and that's common knowledge in the horse industry."

Unexpectedly, Yan Guohua gave him a contemptuous look: "Mr. Han is no more professional than you. If I want to know this, I can ask him. He doesn't need you to teach me."

Yan Jiwen: "..."

"Of course I know there's nothing I can do about it." Yan Guohua sighed, "Anyway, thanks to Teacher Han's help, why did you stay with Teacher Han that day?"

There is nothing to hide, Yan Jiwen said: "It was his birthday, and a few classmates in his class and I went to celebrate with him."

However, due to unexpected circumstances, the celebration was not successful.

Yan Guohua felt a little guilty after hearing this, and to express his apology, he specially prepared a bunch of gifts for Han Yi, insisting that he would visit Han Yi's home in person.

While talking, he took out his mobile phone and was about to call Han Yi.

Yan Jiwen looked at the pile of colorful bags on the table, and came up with an idea in his heart.

He said to Yan Guohua: "He is very busy recently, so don't call to disturb him."

"Isn't it summer vacation recently? School doesn't have classes."

"Then you have to deal with the business of your own racecourse."

Yan Guohua thought for a while, and found it reasonable: "How do you know his itinerary so well?"

"He mentioned it before." Yan Jiwen made up, stood up, picked up the pile of things on the table and turned to go out, "I just happened to go out, and help you bring these things to him by the way."

Yan Guohua thought about it and felt something was wrong: "Don't you say he is busy, so it's not convenient to disturb him?"

"I'll leave as soon as I finish delivering the things. I don't waste time. Unlike you, I will definitely drag other people to talk about it."

Yan Guohua seemed to have something else to ask him, but Yan Jiwen had already walked out of the house with his things.

"Don't you think that bastard is a bit strange?" Yan Guohua called his wife over, "I was a little puzzled last time, how did he have such a good relationship with Mr. Han recently?"

Jiang Wei said: "Isn't that good? You always nagged him before, and let him have time to communicate and study with Mr. Han. Now that the two have a good relationship, they start to be suspicious again."

"I don't call it suspicious, it's just a feeling..." What's the feeling?Anyway, it's not like what that bastard would usually do.

With gift giving as an excuse, Yan Jiwen can run to Han Yi's residence openly this time.

At seven o'clock in the evening, it was getting dark, Yan Jiwen was standing downstairs in the apartment with his things.

The lights in Han Yi's room were on, and it seemed that he hadn't gone out.

Yan Jiwen picked up the phone, and was thinking whether to send a message or call to inform the other party, a hand suddenly reached out from behind and patted him on the shoulder.

"what are you doing?"

Yan Jiwen trembled slightly, and was quite frightened.

Seeing his flustered expression, Han Yi couldn't help laughing: "I'm sorry, I just wanted to say hello to you, I didn't mean to scare you."

"I'm not scared." Yan Jiwen pretended to be calm in order to save face, "Wait a minute, my dad is looking for me."

He coughed easily, picked up his mobile phone and answered a call pretendingly, and said, "Hey Dad, I just arrived downstairs and I'm going to go up, please stop urging me..."

Before he could finish speaking, the mobile phone attached to his ear suddenly rang, ruthlessly exposing his little trick just now.

This was very embarrassing, Yan Jiwen hurriedly hung up the phone.

After a while the phone rang again, it was from Yan Guohua.

Han Yi obviously also saw the note on the screen, and couldn't help teasing him: "Your dad called you, won't you answer it?"

This was so fucking dead, Yan Jiwen was in a dilemma, and finally bit the bullet and answered the phone.

Yan Guohua came up and reprimanded him: "You kid still dare to hang up on my phone? You are capable."

At this time, Yan Jiwen had no love in his life: "What's the matter with you?"

"Are you ashamed to ask me? I also asked you how to do things! Helping out with errands and delivering some things can leave two boxes of tea leaves behind. Can't you see such a big two bags of things on the coffee table? You can't do this well, I have raised you for nothing."

Yan Jiwen became angry from embarrassment: "Understood, I will go back and get it next time."

After hanging up the line, Yan Jiwen found that Han Yi was still staring at him, his scalp tingling from embarrassment.

In desperation, he had no choice but to raise the bag in his hand: "My dad asked me to come over and bring you something, saying that he thanked you for your help last time."

"It doesn't need to be so expensive, you should take these things back."

It's all here, how can it be possible to go back.

Yan Jiwen: "I'm going downstairs to your house now. If you don't accept it, I'll take these home intact, and my dad will have to scold me again."

Han Yi is not the kind of person who pushes back and forth. The other party has this kind of heart, so he accepts it politely, and asks by the way: "Would you like to come up and sit down?"

"Okay." Yan Jiwen walked into the elevator with him and asked, "Why aren't you at home?"

"I just went down to take out the trash. I didn't expect to meet you downstairs when I came back."

"Oh."

Yan Jiwen: "Are you busy recently?"

Han Yi: "It's quite free, watching movies with the air conditioner at home every day, I feel happy."

Yan Jiwen felt his arm was poked, and turned to look at him for no reason: "What?"

"My house hasn't been cleaned very much recently, it may be a bit messy, let me tell you in advance."

He had seen all kinds of messy boys' dormitories, and wondered how much more messed up it could be, but the next second he opened the door and entered the room, he still couldn't believe that this was actually Teacher Han's residence.

Nima, why is it more like a doghouse than the boys' dormitory? !

Yan Jiwen: "Mr. Han, your character design has collapsed."

Teacher Han smiled frankly: "Maybe it's because Yan doesn't know Teacher Han well enough."

It was so messy, Yan Jiwen didn't have a place to sit down, clothes and blankets were everywhere on the sofa.

"Why is your home messier than my studio?" Yan Jiwen couldn't take it anymore, and started to clean it up for him, "Which of these clothes have been washed?"

Han Yi: "Actually, they are all quite clean."

Yan Jiwen: "Then fold it up and put it in the closet."

Han Yi: "But I have worn many of them once or twice, and they don't seem to be very clean in the closet."

Yan Jiwen: "Then take it to the washing machine."

Han Yi: "But they're not that dirty."

"...That also needs to be washed." Yan Jiwen packed up the pile of clothes and threw them into the washing machine on the balcony.

When I came back to the living room, I started to clean up the coffee table. There were all kinds of takeaway snacks and garbage, and a half-eaten soufflé.

"Do you want this?" Yan Jiwen pointed at Soufflei.

"Whatever you want, it's for this afternoon."

Yan Jiwen noticed that there was a small card under Shu Fulei, with the words "Brother accepts" written in neat handwriting on it.

At first glance, it didn't look like Han Yi bought it by himself. Yan Jiwen took the card and looked around, pretending to be awkward: "Why does the store still give the card?"

"It was the boy who played script killing together last time who invited me to eat. We added WeChat before, and this afternoon he asked me to play script killing together again."

It's the tall, thin, weak guy like a chicken.

Yan Jiwen felt a little uncomfortable, but he could only hide his uncomfortable feeling. After all, he was not Han Yi, and he had no right to interfere with other people's social freedom.

"This soufflé is delicious, would you like to try it?"

"No." Yan Jiwen was sour, "I make it better than it."

"Can you make souffle?" Han Yi was curious.

"What's the problem? If you want to eat, I can make it for you."

People have to be responsible for what they have said, and Yan Jiwen is regretting what he said at the moment.

He originally thought that making a soufflé was an extremely simple task, but the result was like those thousands of failure examples on the Internet. The typical one would be able to do it after watching the video, but it would be useless once he tried it.

When he failed for the fifth time, the kitchen had already been turned into a mess by him.

At that time, Jiang Wei just came back from shopping outside. As soon as he entered the house, billowing black smoke kept coming out of the kitchen. He rushed in in shock and shouted to put out the fire. After a closer look, he realized that it was his son's doing. .

Don't say anything, and quickly open the surrounding windows to ventilate.

"What the hell are you doing?" Jiang Wei looked at several plates filled with dark and unknown objects on the window, feeling a little nauseous.

"Learn to make a soufflé."

"Don't you have a sweet tooth?"

Yan Jiwen didn't answer.

As a woman, Jiang Wei keenly sensed something was wrong. She squinted her eyes and stared at Yan Jiwen suspiciously: "Son, are you in a relationship?"

Yan Jiwen of course denied it: "No."

"You can still fool me? Since you were young, you have never taken the initiative to go into the kitchen to make food except for boiling water for instant noodles."

Yan Jiwen: "..."

Jiang Wei: "Who is that girl? What's her name?"

"Have you said it all, you think too much."

This Han Yi came to harm someone again, making him unable to make Shu Fulei, and having to face his mother's persecution, Yan Jiwen suddenly felt very tired.