A Joyful Boy: From Meeting the Drunk Song Qian

Three thousand strands of black hair slid down her side.

She looked at him with a strange expression.

Jealousy, suspicion, and envy.

"Sister Song, whose family is making vinegar lately? It smells really strong." Su Chen looked around, feigning confusion.

He even fanned himself with his hand.

It was as if there was a strong smell of vinegar around.

Song Qian knew perfectly well that this was referring to her.

His face turned red.

He said fiercely.

"Forget it if you don't tell me."

Just as she was about to close the door...

Su Chen's phone rang.

Song Qian subconsciously stopped what she was doing and stuck her head out again.

Su Chen was looking at his phone.

His eyes were glazed over.

There was no reply, nor any other action taken.

"What's wrong? Is this Teacher Li?"

Su Chen shook his head: "It's an online friend on QQ. He said I helped him with something, and now that he's in the capital, he wants to meet me."

"Male and female?"

Song Qian keenly sensed that something was wrong.

If it were an ordinary netizen, Su Chen wouldn't even consider it; he would have simply turned off his phone.

Moreover, the two of them first met online.

They're still online friends now.

He just didn't know that.

The sudden appearance of someone wanting to meet surprised Song Qian.

Are netizens this direct these days?

Aren't they afraid of being exposed to the light and ruining their image?

Su Chen hesitated.

It was because this netizen's experience reminded him of someone.

Andy, far away in Shanghai.

They were both looking for their younger brothers, and both were making investments.

Both are strong, independent women.

If he hadn't made these connections before, he might have rejected him as just another online friend.

But after realizing that there are many films and television dramas in this world.

He had to direct this suspicion toward Andy.

If so.

Perhaps meeting him once would be nice.

"Su Chen?"

Song Qian waved her hand in front of his eyes.

Su Chen grabbed it casually.

"Now I've caught you."

Song Qian rolled her eyes and didn't struggle like Huang Zhitao.

I'd like to ask who the person who just sent the message is.

Su Chen didn't hide anything.

Then they recounted all the things they had talked about before.

Simply put.

Through chatting, Su Chen helped him find his long-lost younger brother.

Although the outcome wasn't good.

But at least the person has been found.

They said they were in Beijing on a business trip these past few days, so we had some time to chat.

She wanted to thank him in person.

Song Qian asked that classic question again.

"Male and female?"

"Of course it's a girl. Why would I bother helping a guy find his brother?"

Su Chen said it as a matter of course.

Even the old him who had the desire to steal but lacked the courage.

They will only choose women to help them.

of course.

If the person on the other end is a transvestite, there's nothing Su Chen can do.

After all, without turning on the camera, no one can verify the other person's identity.

Upon hearing Su Chen's open admission, Song Qian turned and tried to leave.

But then he found himself being pulled along.

"Let go, I need to go back to sleep."

Don't you want to know if I'm planning to go or not?

"Who wants to know?" Song Qian looked away.

I want to leave.

But I really can't leave right away for the time being.

"I'll go. It'll be this Saturday, around 11 a.m.," Su Chen told him the time directly.

Song Qian rolled her eyes and thought for a moment.

"Isn't this the time for your parent-teacher meeting?"

Song Qian: "......"

She almost forgot about that.

Su Chen is an orphan.

In an instant, Song Qian's jealousy vanished, and she radiated a maternal glow.

Su Chen's eyelids twitched when he saw this.

Just now.

He also plans to tell people about his parents' trip abroad.

But seeing this...

He decided to keep the secret hidden.

Anyway, my parents aren't home.

You can make it up however you want.

Filial piety breeds strength.

Filial piety comes from within.

Su Chen's lips curled up in a smile.

With a exertion of the arm.

Hands wrapped around waist.

"Ugh...you rascal, hmm..."

.........

Tong Wenjie's home.

Tong Wenjie, holding her phone, jogged over to Fang Yuan's side.