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Chapter 41 That's Not a Love Letter

Fan Yihang's head was a little confused.

So, Luo Weiwei is coming to the house as a guest?

"Anyway, put your schoolbag away, change your clothes, and come down to help."

The expression on Grandpa Fan's face looked very happy. In fact, he was very happy, because the lonely grandson finally had a friend. Although he was a friend of the opposite sex, a friend of the opposite sex was also a friend. It was better than him staying in the room and reading all day. Do the damn homework well.

Therefore, even if he knew that the other party's parents contacted him with impure purposes, he was still very happy to entertain them.

Compared with money, grandson is of course more important.

And what he wants is a normal grandson, not a stupid grandson.

"Why did she come suddenly?" Fan Yihang asked with a frown.

"You mean you are at the same table?" Grandpa Fan explained with a smile: "I have something to talk to her father, so I asked them to come to the house for dinner, so as not to be the two of us eating every day, and the house is also lively lively."

Looking at the happy face of Grandpa Fan, Fan Yihang wrinkled his nose and reminded, "What did you burn in the pot?"

"Sweet and sour fish..." Grandpa Fan finally realized something just after finishing speaking, and ran into the kitchen in a hurry, holding the spatula high while running, shouting: "Oh, my fish is mushy..."

Fan Yihang: "..."

……

The sun went down completely, the light in the room dimmed, and the outlines of everything in the bedroom became blurred.

Fan Yihang turned on the light in the room, threw his schoolbag on the chair, and went to the desk drawer to look for things.

Although I don't know why Luo Weiwei came here, and I didn't say anything about coming before I came, but since I want to come, I might as well return her the love letter she has been thinking about.

I don't know why she has such an obsession to take back the love letter. Could it be that the content is really bad?

After searching for a long time, Fan Yihang still couldn't find the love letter from Luo Weiwei.

"Where did you go..." Fan Yihang frowned, and searched almost the entire room but couldn't find the love letter.

"Hanghang! Come down and wash the bean sprouts for me!" Grandpa Fan shouted from downstairs.

Hearing the word "Hanghang", Fan Yihang suddenly felt that one head and two big.

He is not three years old, why do you still call him that?
Fan Yihang squatted down and looked under the bed. There was nothing under the bed except for a pen cap that he had never found.

As if he didn't get any response from Fan Yihang, Grandpa Fan shouted again: "Hanghang!"

Fan Yihang resigned himself to his fate and went downstairs.

His grandfather is good at everything, but his disposition is too childlike, and he often does things in reverse, as if he knows he doesn't like the name Hanghang, but he still calls it that way.

Fan Yihang went downstairs and went into the kitchen to help wash the bean sprouts.

He had never done this kind of thing when he moved to this small city. When he was with his parents, he was more like a pampered young master, with servants to do everything.

But when he came here, not only did he have to do his own things, but he also had to help his grandfather occasionally, such as washing clothes, washing vegetables, and so on. His mother even learned how to cook a few vegetables.

I don't know whether it is progress or regression.

After washing the bean sprouts, Fan Yihang hesitated and said, "Grandpa."

When his grandson took the initiative to speak up, Old Man Fan was very happy, and asked while shaking his spoon: "What's the matter? I'm here!"

Fan Yihang: "...Have you cleaned my room these two days?"

"Yes." Old Man Fan nodded: "After you go to school every day, I will clean the whole house. What's the matter?"

cough--

Fan Yihang coughed dryly, and asked his grandfather with an unnatural expression: "Then you...did you see a letter when you were cleaning the room?"

"Trust?" Grandpa Fan suddenly stopped shaking the spoon, put the pot on the gas stove, and turned to look at Fan Yihang.

The difference from just now is that Grandpa Fan's face is full of seriousness, and this kind of seriousness is something that Fan Yihang has never seen on Grandpa Fan before.

Grandpa Fan has always been smiling, and has never been so serious.

Fan Yihang subconsciously straightened his back.

Could it be that grandpa saw the love letter and misunderstood something?

Fan Yihang quickly explained: "Grandpa, that letter..."

"Grandpa?" Mr. Fan turned off the gas stove, and said coldly, "I almost forgot if you didn't tell me! I, Fan Pengshan, don't have a grandson who hangs out with people all day long!"

"Appointment?" Fan Yihang asked at a loss: "What appointment?"

"You still pretend to be stupid!" Grandpa Fan picked up the spatula in his hand and waved towards Fan Yihang.

Fortunately, Fan Yihang reacted quickly and dodged sideways, but the handle of the spatula still hit his forehead, drawing a bloodstain.

Fan Yihang ignored the injury on his forehead, and explained to the suddenly angry grandfather: "I really don't know what you are talking about..."

"I don't know? Okay." Grandpa Fan nodded, took off the apron around his neck, and walked out of the kitchen.

Not long after, he brought in an envelope from outside.

The envelope was pink with a few hearts printed on it. It was Luo Weiwei's love letter to him.

And the originally sealed love letter has been torn open, obviously it has been opened.

"You don't know, then take a good look for yourself!"

The envelope was stuffed into Fan Yihang's hands, and he took out the contents with a suspicious face. The three characters written at the beginning and in the center were very eye-catching.

It said "Letter of Challenge" and it was signed in Luo Weiwei's name.

This is indeed Luo Weiwei's handwriting. It is impossible for him to mistake Luo Weiwei's handwriting for two weeks at the same table.

So, in fact, everything is a misunderstanding.

So, in fact, Luo Weiwei didn't like him at all.

So, in fact, this is not a bullshit love letter at all!
Fan Yihang lowered his hand, his palm slowly tightened, the letter and envelope were crumpled into a crumpled ball, and its original shape could not be discerned.

- "Ding Dong".

The doorbell rang outside.

Old Man Fan adjusted his mood, cleared his throat and said, "We'll talk about this later, now you go and open the door for me."

Old Master Fan's tone was full of majesty, as if the anger just now hadn't subsided.

The grandson can do whatever he wants, but he must not become a bad boy who fights and causes trouble. Otherwise, how will he explain to his son and daughter-in-law when he dies and goes down to Jiuquan?
Fan Yihang picked up the spatula from the ground and put it aside, then walked outside.

how to say?The mood at this moment...

That letter was not a love letter at all, logically speaking he should be happy, but I don't know why he can't be happy at all now, even a little bit of disappointment that he doesn't want to admit.

Maybe it was embarrassment.He told himself that it was only because he had misunderstood the letter and put himself in an embarrassing situation that his feelings were so complicated.

Well, it must be so.

Fan Yihang walked to the door and opened the iron door with a "squeak".

(End of this chapter)