The suitability of the fishing system and the uncle attack

The setting of Shen Fang's "Merry Dude" has been broken three times in Shen Qingchi in the past two days. Now he is even more suspicious. The real Shen Fang may not have even talked about love.

Thinking of this, "a good family man who is good at cooking", "the elder who is worried about the junior catching a cold and secretly helping to cover the quilt", "the innocent old virgin who hesitates and dare not mention the word 'underpants'" popped into his mind at the same time. ...

Shen Qingchi couldn't help but glanced at the other party. It was really difficult to see Shen Fang's essence just by looking at his appearance, and he would only show his true side when there was no one in private.

Now, is he the only one who knows this "secret"?

Aware of his own speciality, Shen Qingchi couldn't help being a little proud, and in a good mood, he took the initiative to ask Ying to clean the dishes. When he came out of the kitchen, he heard Shen Fang say:

"The walnut delivery man has arrived. He's at the door. Go and get it for me."

Shen Qingchi was a little puzzled, and thought that Shen Fang didn't need to inspect the goods himself, how could he let him go?

While hesitating, the other party said, "By the way, take out the trash and throw it away. Also, don't forget to clear the ashtray on the balcony."

The young man's face was blank, but Shen Fang seemed very satisfied with his reaction, the corners of his lips raised with some malicious intentions: "You have to do a full set of acting, don't forget, you are here to accept punishment, then It's only natural for me to order you."

Shen Qingchi and him looked at each other, thought seriously, and nodded for a while: "Uncle is right, I understand."

He really didn't have the nerve to expose someone who said at the dinner table half an hour ago, "Just tell me what you want to eat, and I'll make it for you", and he didn't know who was ordering whom.

Uncle is quite vengeful, but he played tricks on him with his underwear.

In the novel, Shen Fang is described as "violent and bad" in front of outsiders. It seems that only "bad" is not completely pretending. It is indeed a bit bad to deliberately feed him hot and sour noodles.

But it's harmless, compared to the evil deeds of Shen Jing's family, Shen Fang's degree of evil is almost like fun.

On the second day of contact, Shen Qingchi had already found out the details of this "little uncle". He decided to cooperate with someone's teasing. After all, Shen Fang was one of the few characters he had a good impression of, or he long-term meal tickets.

Shen Qingchi went to clean up the ashtray, threw the garbage outside the gate, looked up, and saw someone waiting under the shade of a tree, saw him coming out, and handed him a bag of things.

Inside are a pair of walnuts, and some utensils for maintaining the walnuts.

Shen Qingchi didn't know much about these things, and he couldn't inspect the goods for Shen Fang, so he thanked him and sent him away, and was about to turn around to go back, but he saw someone's figure flashing by from the corner of his eye, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

...No.

When he came out just now, he felt uncomfortable being watched. Could it be that someone was really watching him?

Shen Qingchi hurried back to the house, closed the door, and said to Shen Fang nervously: "Uncle, I seem to have seen someone hiding near your house just now, acting sneaky."

Shen Fang understood what he meant, got up and walked to the window, opened the shutters that were closed, and looked out the window.

From this angle, you can just see the direction of the gate.

He looked at it for a while, narrowed his eyes slightly, and waved to Shen Qingchi: "Come here."

Shen Qingchi leaned over and looked out along the gap opened, and saw a figure coming out from behind the green flower bed. After looking around, he actually went to dig through the trash can.

Looking at this person's attire, he looks like one of the bodyguards hired by Shen Jing.

Shen Qingchi suddenly felt chills, his face turned pale, and he said in a trembling voice: "Why did they follow here..."

No wonder Shen Fang also lights up if he doesn’t smoke, because he is afraid of being found that there are no cigarette butts in the garbage?

"Surveillance, just get used to it." Shen Fang let go of the blinds with a habitual look, returned to the sofa, and poured the freshly brewed tea into a cup, "Come and taste, this year's new tea."

"Uncle," Shen Qingchi couldn't be as calm as him, and hurried to his side, "Didn't you say that Shen Jing has stopped monitoring you these few years?"

"Spy on me?" Shen Fang raised his eyebrows and smiled, "You are wrong, they are not watching me, but you."

"What... what?"

"Shen Jing won't rest assured that you will leave like this. Of course, he will send someone to watch you. If you live too well with me, it will definitely arouse his suspicion."

"Is that why uncle asked me to throw out the trash? It turned out to be for them to see?" Shen Qingchi showed a suddenly realized expression, "But, how do you know that they are already staring at us?"

"There are many hidden cameras installed around this villa. From the moment they approach, their every move is under my control." Shen Fang opened the paper bag Shen Qingchi brought back, "I said, I The home is absolutely safe, and all the dangers you can see are intentional. As long as you do what I say and don't act without authorization, there will be no problems."

Shen Qingchi breathed a sigh of relief.

It seems that Shen Fang is much more reliable than he thought.

It is also within his expectation that Shen Jing will send someone to monitor him, but he has to act fearful, who made his character set up as "the young master of the Shen family who is not particularly stupid but not too smart".

Shen Fang drank tea very leisurely, played with the pair of walnuts in his hands for a while, tried the feel, and then put them in front of Shen Qingchi: "Come on, you can start."

Shen Qingchi said in astonishment: "Really...do you want me to plate walnuts?"

"Of course, you don't think I'm joking, do you?" Shen Fang leaned back, reclining on the sofa, "In order to save you, I smashed the walnuts that I've been coiling for six years, but the loss was huge. Now that I think about it, my heart is still bleeding, if you don’t buy me a new pair, how can I get by with this?”

Shen Qingchi looked at him, there was a smile on the corner of his lips when he said this, he didn't look like "the heart is bleeding".

Maybe he was very happy in his heart, after all, the pair of walnuts were given by Shen Jing, and Shen Fang would be extremely happy to be able to smash them.

The new pair had never been touched by Shen Jing at all, it was a pair of "clean" walnuts.

Shen Qingchi was well aware of this man's thoughts, but on the surface he still had to cooperate with his performance. He held the walnut and looked at it for a long time, seemingly helpless, and finally cast a help-seeking look at the other party: "But I don't know how to deal with it." , how about... Uncle, you teach me?"

"Okay," the proposal fell into his arms, and he readily agreed, handing the other party a hard-bristle brush, "Take this, and brush the surface of the walnut completely, covering all the gaps."

Shen Qingchi looked at the uneven surface of the walnut, and thought to himself that there are so many gaps, how long would it take to brush all of them, is it so troublesome to plate a walnut.

He did as he complained, brushed it twice, but Shen Fang let out a "tsk" and frowned: "Try harder, why are you tickling?"

Shen Qingchi hurriedly increased his strength, but Shen Fang still looked dissatisfied: "Put harder."

How hard should I...

Shen Qingchi exhausted all his breastfeeding efforts, Shen Fang looked at him for a long time, but his brows still did not relax, and he said as if he couldn't bear it: "It's for you to brush, not for you to rub—like this."

He said that he wanted to demonstrate to the other party, so he stretched out his hand to hold Shen Qingchi's hand, held the handle of the brush through his hand, and carefully cleaned the lines on the walnut: "Probably this strength is enough, you..."

In the middle of Shen Fang's speech, he didn't realize what he was suddenly stuck. He quickly let go of his hand, rubbed the tip of his nose uncomfortably, and said falteringly, "Um... sorry."

Shen Qingchi raised his head and asked doubtfully, "Why do you have to apologize?"

But I thought in my heart, my uncle is too innocent, didn't he just touch his hand.

The innocence and confusion on his face were so realistic, as if he really didn't notice it at all. Shen Fang looked at him for a while, but found no flaws, and turned his eyes away even more unnaturally.

The temperature of the palm seems to be still there, I don't know why, it's only touched for a few seconds, but the touch is very clear, Shen Qingchi's hand is much smaller than his, it can almost completely wrap it, the fingers are slender, as if lacking strength, It should be hard for him to break free if he clenches hard.

Wait, why is he thinking about this...

Realizing that his thoughts were not quite right, Shen Fang quickly shifted his attention. Shen Qingchi is his nephew no matter what. Even if he is not close, he has been a family member for so many years. , aren't you playing hooligans?

What's more, this child is completely unsuspecting, innocent and innocent, completely ignorant of what kind of danger he is in, and if he does something out of the ordinary to him, he will really feel guilty.

Shen Fang thought that although he was not well-received by the outside world, he was still a person at heart, and he couldn't take advantage of his nephew's hooligan behavior, so he coughed and changed the subject: "It's nothing, I mean... like I just gave Just as you showed."

"Is that so?" Shen Qingchi lowered his head again, and began to carefully brush the walnuts, "Why so much powder, isn't it broken?"

"No," Shen Fang handed him another soft-bristled brush, "Use this to brush off the powder."

Shen Qingchi did as he said, and Shen Fang couldn't help sighing inwardly as he watched him concentrate on cleaning the walnuts.

This child is too defenseless, if this kind of personality stays with Shen Jing, he will definitely be devoured by the father and son to the bone.

Zhou Wangyan, who was eyeing him covetously, might do something more outrageous to him besides taking over his identity. The Shen family's temper has always been like this, and it's bad from the bottom of it—including himself.

In Zhou Wangyan's eyes, such a well-behaved, beautiful and weak boy is really suitable to be imprisoned and be a canary.

Shen Fang withdrew his gaze from Shen Qingchi, got up and wanted to calm down, but heard the other party say: "Uncle, I..."

Shen Qingchi hesitated to speak, but Shen Fang turned around: "What?"

"I want to ask..." Shen Qingchi bit his lips, as if mustering up a lot of courage, "What exactly is Uncle going to do about the admission notice? Ah... I didn't question your meaning, I know it too It's impolite to pester you like this, but... But this matter is too important to me, I'm sorry."

He defended himself in a panic, as if he was afraid of being scolded, his voice trembled slightly, and he didn't even dare to look at him.

Shen Fang stared at him silently, and after a long time, he sighed inaudibly. He suddenly recalled a kitten he had rescued, which was found on a rainy day, skinny and soaked. You can hold it up with your hands, and you are obviously afraid, but you still have to try hard to beg for food from him.

He fed it something to eat, and the kitten let go of its guard against him, purred at him, and bathed it without squawking or fussing, it was completely up to him.

Little animals are always so simple.

The same goes for Shen Qingchi.

So he said: "You don't have to put your attitude down so low. The admission letter is yours, and the grades are yours. It's only natural to want to go to college. I'm just doing my best to provide you with a little help. You take back what should belong to you, I think any person with a little conscience will do so."

As he said that, he sat down on the sofa again, with a smile on his lips: "Speaking of ways, I do have one, which can not only help you get back the admission letter, but also make Zhou Wangyan suffer a little bit—do you think so?" Don't want to hear it?"