20 years old

In the high-end apartment, Cha Zhihao's parents were sitting at the dining table, looking sadly at Cha Zhihao coming out of the bathroom, wiping his hair with a towel.

"Where are you going early in the morning?" Che Zhihao's father looked at his son and asked helplessly.

"I take a bath just to sleep." He tilted his head and replied with a smile. "I'm an early-morning sick person who goes to bed in the morning." Cha Zhihao twisted his buttocks, raised his arms and smiled triumphantly.

"Yeah." Che Zhihao's father pointed at him. "Come and sit here, I really don't understand how you became like this?"

Che Zhihao pursed his lips, thought for a while, then showed his white teeth, shook his head and said, "If you want to find out the reason, it should be that you hate and fail too much."

Cha Zhihao's father could only compromise and say to him: "Don't do this, just learn how to do things in Dad's shop, and learn slowly while going to the cooking school."

"Do we have to have two cooks at home?" Che Zhihao looked sad, and immediately started laughing again: "Wouldn't it be a waste of face to lock me in the kitchen, don't do it!"

After hearing this, Che Zhihao's father turned to his wife, "My wife will stop giving him pocket money from today on."

Che Zhihao was startled when he heard this, "Oh my god, Dad, are you too violent? Are you going to give up my custody right now?"

"What about you, are you going to give up your life now? You eat, drink and sleep all day long."

"It's not that I only eat, drink, and sleep, don't I eat, drink, and sleep well, how difficult it is!"

The parents across the dinner table had nothing to say to such a son.

"I played all night in the nightclub, I'm very busy, very busy." Cha Zhihao did not forget to add.

"Honey, don't give him any food."

"My growth period is not over yet, you won't let me grow taller, are you still my dad?"

His father snorted, and Che Zhihao patted his head with his hands. "Got it, got it." I put my fingers together on the table and promised: "Then I won't be in this year, maybe next year, I'm not that kind of person, I'm in this year, really, what exactly do I want to do, I will Think about it carefully, so just give me pocket money, and we can negotiate like this?"

"In no mood!"

"Why?" Cha Zhihao closed his eyes and shook his head.

"No, I don't want to."

"Then I'll go to college and give me the money."

Che Zhihao's father held out his hand, "Understood, take out the certificate."

Che Zhihao also extended his hand to his father, "Give me the tuition first!"

"Then go."

Che Zhihao immediately jumped from the chair to the ground and said, "Why, give me pocket money, did I want to be born here by myself? Isn't it all because you didn't control your desires? Give me pocket money, pocket money money."

Cha Zhihao fell to the ground and rolled, his legs thrashing upwards.

"What are you talking about? How do you live, you bastard."

"husband!"

Cha Zhihao's father stood up and kicked his ass and ran after him, while Cha Zhihao ran to the sofa to dodge, picked up the pillow and said to his father, "Give me pocket money, Dad." Kneeling on the sofa, his face cry phase.

"I know, I know,......"

"Give me pocket money."

His father made a gesture and raised his leg to give him a flying kick. Che Zhihao raised his hands and ran away quickly, while begging: "Dad, please give me pocket money."