Rebirth: Starting From the Confession

Chapter 36 If you want money or not, you will die

As the three of them talked, more and more people returned to the community after get off work from the anchor chain factory.

When I saw a brand new Santana 2000 parked in the community, I felt strange, but when I stepped forward, I saw that the car was bought by Lao Fang's son, which is even more incredible.

So, it didn't take long for the old Fang's son to buy a new car worth more than 200,000 yuan, and it spread throughout the community.

At this moment, Zhuang Shufen has a happy face.

The praise from the neighbors just now made Fang Yi very happy.

At their age, the ones who can compare and compare are not their own children!

As a parent, there is nothing happier than having a child with a bright future.

Fang Yi saw that his father was still looking at the details of the car, so he threw the car key over, "Dad, it's boring to just look at it, go and drive twice!"

Fang Yucheng's eyes flashed a hint of thought, but he quickly shook his head and said, "I don't have a driver's license yet!"

After all, he suddenly thought of something, and said with a puzzled face: "Xiaoyi, I remember that you don't seem to have a driver's license, right?"

"Not now, but tomorrow!"

Fang Yi explained: "I signed up for a driving school two days ago. I passed the test this morning. The coach asked me to get my driver's license tomorrow."

He didn't dare to say that he applied for the driving school only today, otherwise it would be too fake.

In half a day, a novice who has never touched a car successfully obtained a driver's license. It is estimated that many people will question it.

But it won't work in three or four days. At most, I can praise you for being smart.

"It seems that it is not difficult to learn to drive, so I will take the test another day."

Seeing that his son got his driver's license in a few days, Fang Yucheng was instantly moved.

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The family returned home talking and laughing, closed the doors and windows, and turned on the air conditioner.

After a while, the originally hot room gradually became cooler.

After Fang Yucheng and Zhuang Shufen washed their faces, they went back to the bedroom to take a nap.

It had been at least five or six hours since the morning, and Fang Yi was already hungry.

When he came to the dining table and opened the food that his mother brought back from the canteen in the factory, he couldn't help but pouted in disgust.

Today the canteen is burning eggplant stew. There are not a few pieces of meat, but all eggplants.

Boiled eggplant mixed with rice, just looking at the appearance makes people lose their appetite.

Miscalculation, I knew I would come back after eating on the street.

Suddenly, Fang Yi had an idea.

Go to the window and look towards the fifth floor opposite.

Vaguely, I saw a wisp of smoke wafting from the kitchen of Zhao Wanqiu's house on the fifth floor.

That's it!

With the key, Fang Yi went out to grab a meal.

Zhao Wanqiu had just completed the operation some time ago, and her body was still relatively weak, so Wang Juan definitely couldn't bring her meals from the cafeteria, and she would cook by herself every noon.

As expected by Fang Yi, when he came all the way to the fifth floor, he immediately smelled an alluring aroma of food.

Wang Juan is a native of Sichuan and Chongqing, so she also maintains the characteristics of Sichuan and Chongqing in cooking, and likes to put spices such as peppercorns and millet peppers.

Put it in a frying pan, and the fragrance can be smelled across a building.

Aside from the taste, in terms of aroma alone, Sichuan cuisine is indeed much more fragrant than Huaiyang cuisine in Jiangzhen.

And to be honest, Fang Yi also prefers spicy and fragrant Sichuan food.

The door was not closed, Fang Yi walked directly into the living room.

In the living room, Zhao Wanqiu was lying on the side of the sofa bored, holding a copy of "One Hundred Years of Solitude" in his hand, two white and smooth feet resting on one end of the sofa, swaying back and forth slightly, very cute.

As if hearing footsteps, Zhao Wanqiu couldn't help turning his head to look.

When she saw that it was Fang Yi, she immediately threw the book away and said happily, "Brother Yi, you are finally here!"

Her skin was originally white, tender and delicate, and she had been staying at home to heal her injuries during this period of time, and she appeared fairer.

In addition, the clothes are very casual at home, and Fang Yi's eyes are dazzled by the large white dazzling under the shorts and shorts.

"Brother Qiu, how's the wound?" Fang Yi asked concerned.

"It's crusted."

Zhao Wanqiu looked extremely happy. During this period of time, she was bored at home and couldn't go out. In addition, she was drinking Chinese medicine every day, which almost drove her crazy.

"Is the little translator here?"

Hearing the conversation between the two, Wang Juan in the kitchen asked.

Fang Yi shouted to the kitchen, "Aunt Wang, I'm here to grab a meal."

"Okay, that auntie is cooking a dish!"

Wang Juan was used to Fang Yi coming to eat from time to time.

Came to sit down on the sofa, Zhao Wanqiu immediately leaned over, put his arm on his shoulder, and said curiously, "Brother Yi, I heard that you bought a car?"

"That's right!"

Fang Yi nodded.

Zhao Wanqiu said with a face full of surprise: "I heard my mother say that the car is more than 200,000 yuan! Brother Yi, how much money do you have?"

She knows what's going on with Fang Yi.

Not to mention more than 200,000 yuan, and the 50 yuan owed to her has not yet been repaid.

Fang Yi explained: "Didn't I tell you a while ago that I wrote a novel, which was picked up by the publishing house."

"What's the cost of writing a novel? Brother Yi, are you going to rob a bank!" Zhao Wanqiu said that I don't read much, so don't lie to me.

Hearing this, Fang Yi reached out and rubbed her smooth short hair, jokingly: "It's so tiring to rob a bank, and I don't earn as much as I sell the copyright of the novel."

"Brother Yi, you are already so rich, can you give me back the 50 you owe me?" Zhao Wanqiu blinked her eyes with a smile.

"If you want money or not, you will die!"

Fang Yi poses as if a dead pig is not afraid of being scalded by boiling water.

"Brother Yi, you forced me."

Seeing this, Zhao Wanqiu angrily stretched out his hand and took it towards his trousers pocket, and the two of them immediately started playing.

At this time, Wang Juan in the kitchen came out with two dishes. Seeing his daughter playing with Fang Yi on the sofa, he couldn't help shaking his head and laughing, "Stop playing, let's eat."

Maybe it was a habit, but Wang Juan didn't feel anything.

On the contrary, it was Fang Yi, who couldn't help but feel a surge of anger in his heart at this moment.

Eighteen years old is the age of hormonal bursting, and Zhao Wanqiu is also a beautiful woman, how could they not respond when they play together.

She is my brother!

She is my brother!

After meditating in his heart three or four times in a row, Fang Yi suppressed his anger.

Grabbing Zhao Wanqiu's little hand that was still making trouble, he got up and said, "Halftime, eat first!"*

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