Senior sister, please stop crying. I am really not a scumbag.

Chapter 128 Yu Heng
Seeing Wang Zhipeng so happy, Yang Hao was curious about what Yin Li looked like, and how she could charm a playboy like Wang Zhipeng. He asked happily, "What kind of girl is this, who can charm you so much? Take me to see her."

Wang Zhipeng heard this and quickly shook his head: "That won't work. She's going to sleep. It's so late."

"Ok."

However, Wang Zhipeng seemed to remember something, and quickly took out his phone, opened Yin Li's circle of friends, and found a few carefully edited photos. "Nuo, this is what she looks like. Is she cute?"

Yang Hao took a look and it was true that the old saying "beauty is in the eyes of the beholder" came true. Yin Li was not ugly, but she was still far from being beautiful, so Yang Hao reluctantly said, "It's okay, just passable."

Wang Zhipeng got anxious and cursed, "What do you mean by make do? Open your dog eyes and watch carefully. Damn, you don't know the goods."

Yang Hao was speechless and didn't bother to pay attention to Wang Zhipeng.

Wang Zhipeng was lying on his bed, chatting happily with Yin Li on his phone. He seemed to have thought of something else and said, "Haozi, I want to ask you a favor."

"what?"

"I told Yin Li that I'm from your University of Finance and my name is Li Xing... If she asks, you have to cover for me."

Yang Hao: “???”

Wang Zhipeng blushed and said, "I can't help it. I'm afraid she will discriminate against me because of my academic qualifications. I'm a lousy college graduate. What if she looks down on me?"

"OK."

Yang Hao was too lazy to talk nonsense with Wang Zhipeng, she just wanted to lie down and watch some TV series.

After getting Yang Hao's reply, Wang Zhipeng was very excited. Thinking that everything was settled, he threw himself into bed and concentrated on chatting with Yin Li.

……

The next day at noon, we arrived at Yuheng North Station.

After leaving the station, Wang Zhipeng stood at the entrance of the North Station, with his hands on his waist, greedily breathing the air of Yuheng, and said with emotion: "Fuck, it feels good, Brother Peng, I'm back again."

After several months, Wang Zhipeng was filled with emotion when he set foot on the land of his hometown again. This time, going to school hundreds of kilometers away from home in Xinzhou not only broadened his horizons, but also allowed him to live a life he had never experienced in the previous 18 years. It was like opening the door to a new world.

Wang Zhipeng's home and Yang Hao's home are in the same community, but not in the same building. Wang Zhipeng's family is rich, so he lives on the second floor, while Yang Hao lives on the seventh floor.

Returning home again, Yang Hao was filled with mixed emotions.

At this time, Yang Hao saw a middle-aged man walking out of the corridor, with his hands behind his back, humming a tune, and his nose looking up. It was obvious that he was in a very good mood... Who else could it be but Yang Jianguo?
The father and son looked at each other.

Yang Jianguo scratched his head, looked at Yang Hao, and muttered to himself, "Why does this kid look so much like my son?" He was not sure, so he took another look. The more he looked, the more similar they were. Oh, could it be that they were twins, and then the nurse had a bad medical ethics and secretly took one away?

While he was daydreaming, Yang Hao couldn't help but greet him, "Dad, what are you looking at?"

Yang Jianguo: “…”

Well, it turns out to be my own son.

Yang Hao was also speechless, because when Yang Jianguo saw him, he was stunned for a moment. Not only did he not say hello, he also looked at him carefully for a long time, as if he was trying to confirm whether Yang Hao was his son.

I have seen fathers and sons who are not in harmony, and fathers and sons who are not familiar with each other... Yang Hao has finally opened his eyes.

"Hey Hao, it's you, why are you back? Aren't you studying?"

Yang Jianguo suddenly realized.

Yang Hao curled his lips: "Don't you have a winter break for studying?"

Yang Jianguo nodded hurriedly, "Yes, yes, I remember now. Yes, it's holiday time. You go upstairs first. I'll go buy some groceries. Dad will stew some pork ribs for you later."

Yang Hao felt warm in his heart, "Okay."

Yang Jianguo continued to hum his little tune and left leisurely.

Yang Hao regained his composure, went upstairs, opened the door as he knew it, and saw Zhou Jihong sitting on the sofa in the living room with her legs crossed, watching a Korean drama that even dogs wouldn't watch, and eating melon seeds.

Watching it with gusto.

This Korean drama is also a meme. In short, it is a story about a domineering president, his original wife and a mistress.

"Old Yang, didn't I tell you to go buy groceries? Why are you back again?" Zhou Jihong asked without raising her head when she saw someone opening the door.

"Mom, it's me."

"I know it's you. I asked you why you came back... huh?" Zhou Jihong said halfway when she realized the voice was wrong. She turned around and was shocked. "Hao, why are you back?"

"It's winter vacation."

"Oh, where's your luggage? Why did you come here empty-handed?"

"I'm out of school now, so I don't have any luggage."

Zhou Jihong hurriedly asked Yang Hao to sit down, and then talked a lot, saying that your father had gone out to buy groceries, and she would call your father and ask him to buy more delicious food so that they could have a good meal in the evening.

It is pitiful to see the love of parents in the world. When Zhou Jihong saw her son, she touched her chest, scratched her arm, and said that he had gained weight, then lost weight. She almost lost consciousness.

Yang Hao felt warm inside.

Returning to his bedroom, Yang Hao felt both familiar and strange.

In the afternoon, Yang Jianguo cooked a large table of delicious dishes. He also called Wang Zhipeng's parents to come over for a meal. The six people from the two families ate their fill and were all beaming with joy.

Wang Zhipeng got his hair permed and dyed like a dog, and his father was annoyed when he got home. Wang Zhipeng's father Wang Gang was furious when he saw that his son looked like a spirited young man. He scolded him, "You bastard, I give you so much living expenses every month so that you can eat, now go pee and see what you look like now."

What the hell is this shit? Go get some weight off quickly, otherwise it will be annoying to see relatives and friends coming over during the New Year, and it will embarrass him.

Wang Zhipeng also has a bad temper. After being scolded by his father, he immediately said stubbornly: "It's my own money. I can use it however I want. What's it to you?"

"Oh my god, you dare to talk back? I can't kill you, you little bastard. I think you have become too powerful." Wang Gang untied his belt, ready to teach his good-for-nothing son a lesson.

Fortunately, Wang Zhipeng’s mother stopped him.

"Your money is not all earned by me."

Wang Zhipeng said disdainfully: "What can you do with that little money? This is my own money."

"Hey, you earned it yourself. You've made a lot of money. How much did you make?"

Wang Zhipeng, the big mouth, was not convinced on the spot and told others that he had opened a JiSuDa supermarket in the school with the help of Yang Hao. He could earn more than 1 yuan a month, all of which was earned by himself.

His father was stunned for a moment, "How much?"

"More than 1 a month." Wang Zhipeng was very proud and thought to himself that this was the money I earned myself. Now that I didn't eat your rice, you can't say anything.

Upon hearing this, Wang Gang changed his normal behavior and hugged Wang Zhipeng's shoulders tightly, "Good boy, you are worthy of being my child. Not bad, you have read this book in vain."

"That is, that is."

Wang Zhipeng was smug on the surface, but he disagreed in his heart. He thought to himself, this is not what you said when you were about to hit me just now.

Then, Wang Gang asked some more questions, and Wang Zhipeng took the opportunity to say that this was all Yang Hao's idea.

After hearing this, Wang Zhipeng's parents were amazed.

So, at the dinner table, Wang Zhipeng's parents praised Yang Hao highly, saying that he was worthy of being a college student, with a good brain, and that their son was also blessed by Yang Hao.

Yang Jianguo and Zhou Jihong looked at each other and realized that Yang Hao had started a business in school and could earn so much money in a month.

(End of this chapter)