Chapter 549

Jingqian is in a good mood today. This is the first time that he has been to school these days, like ordinary students, he goes to the restaurant to eat.

A few days ago, the family were not at ease. At noon, his father took him home. He also talked with his parents for a long time, and they agreed to let him eat at school at noon.

On the first day of eating here, Wen Zhihan seemed more excited than he was. After class, he ran to the restaurant, saying that he wanted to let him taste the famous dishes in the restaurant.

It's not that he doesn't want to walk fast, but that he hasn't fully recovered and can't walk too fast.

Ten minutes later.

"Jingqian, here!" Wen Zhihan stood up and waved to him.

Jing Qian immediately turned around and went towards him.

The food is warm and cold. The restaurant is in the form of a buffet, and it's up to him to decide what to eat and how much to eat.

Wen Zhihan squeezed a piece of sweet and sour spareribs and put it into it recently. He said vaguely, "my God, it's great. We haven't had dinner together in a restaurant for more than two years."

Jing Qian raised a little radian on his lips and drank Luosong soup.

"I'm so lonely without you, man. When you come, my school grass aura has been deprived by you. Do you know that I was the school grass before?"

Even if he grows up more than two years old, Wen Zhihan is still a chatter.

Jing Qian still talk less, especially in the home for two years, the temperament is more cold, warm cold keep saying what, he listened, is not a should.

Half eaten, Wen Zhihan looked around and whispered, "Yang Xingyu said he saw ou Yuenan!"

Jingqian just picked up the bamboo shoot, and it fell back into the bowl. He suddenly raised his head, twisted his eyebrows, and quickly asked, "where did you see it?"

"Ou Nan met a volunteer in school last week

"Did he say where Nannan is now?"

Wen Zhihan curled his mouth and then shook his head, "I don't know. At that time, so many people, he just saw ou Yuenan and didn't go up to say hello. However, he seemed to see that there were people from Haicheng No.1 Middle School in ouyuenan's team, but he was not sure. After all, they all went together in a team."

Jing Qian's eyes, which had been silent for a long time, seemed to brighten for a while, and then continued to eat with his head down.

Wen Zhihan bit his chopsticks, looked at him for a moment, and asked, "you won't, do you still think of Ou Yuenan? Jingqian, it's not a brother. I say you have so many girls who covet you. Why don't you think about ou Yuenan? It's been more than two years and you haven't forgotten it! "

Jing Qian blinked, the last piece of sweet and sour ribs clip to him, "eat can not block your mouth."

Wen Zhihan: "cold"

The last class is over.

Wen Zhihan does not move in his position, and Jing Qian is not in a hurry to clean up his things. He turns his head and looks out of the window. When his classmates are almost gone, Wen Zhihan takes out a tablet computer from the drawer.

"There's something good in it. Take it back and see it!"

Said, also happily picked eyebrows.

"What?"

"Don't ask me. It must be a good thing. I've come to get it. How about it? Don't say that my brother doesn't have you in mind."

The cold of Wen Zizi's, eyes all smile to become a seam.

Wen Zhihan's delicate, clear facial features, together with the gentle temperament developed from playing the piano since childhood, is very conspicuous in the school, belonging to the kind of Prince Charming existence.

He has also grown a lot in the past two years, but he is still three centimeters shorter than Jing Qian. He raised his arm on Jingqian's shoulder and said a meaningful sentence.

"Take it easy!"

Jing Qian frowned. Although he knew he was selling tricks, he would not ask. He put his homework into his schoolbag and went out with Wen Zhihan.

It's still Mo Lai to pick up Jing Qian in the south. When the students have gone more than half of the time, they can see Jing Qian and Wen Zhihan walking out with shoulder to shoulder.

"Uncle Nan, give me a ride. My father has a party this afternoon."

Wen's cold smile, a small face on the handsome.

South Mo Gou lip smile, patted on his shoulder, slant the head, "get in the car!"

"OK, thank you, uncle Nan!"

Finish saying, and Jing Qian sat in the car.

The two children chatted all the way. Mo went to the south to observe Jing Qian. He found that although he didn't talk much, he was happy in his eyes.

It's also a relief to him.

After all, Jing Qian stayed at home for more than two years. Although they usually take him out and take him home, he is still a person. They can feel that Jing Qian's character is more isolated.

However, after half a month's observation since he went to school, he found that Jing Qian was quite quick to adapt to his return to school.

"Can you keep up with your homework?"

Jing Qian did not speak, Wen Zhihan said first, "Jing qian does not study in class."

Mo frowned in the south. As soon as he wanted to speak, he heard the child say, "because of all our lessons, Jing Qian has already taught himself..."Mo to the South

He forgot that.

Although Jing Qian stayed at home, three days a week, a teacher would come to give him tutoring. The rest of the time, he played the piano, played games, and played with his sister. In short, he read books the rest of the time.

In the past two years, he has read almost every book in his family's bookcase, whether it's financial or financial

Since I have read so many extra-curricular books, I must have eaten through my lessons.

"Uncle Nan, the teacher also said this morning that Nan Jingqian's classmates are good enough to skip to high school..."

South Lin Mo looked at his son in the rearview mirror, "want to go to high school?"

Jing Qian shook his head, "I don't want to."

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At the dinner table, Xi Muyan asked Jing Qian whether he was suitable for school.

"It's all good, Mommy. Don't worry."

"That's good." Xi Muyan gave him his favorite spicy chicken. "Eat more. It's hard to eat some heavy flavor. What aunt Zhou does is not very spicy. You eat it right."

Jing Qian nodded, turned his head and looked at the thought that he was eating with a spoon and laughed.

"Honey, Mommy is going on a business trip tomorrow. It's estimated that in three days or so, you can call your father if you have any problems. If you can't, you can call your uncle. Don't try to be brave."

"Yes, mummy."

After dinner, he finished his unfinished homework and took his clothes to the bathroom.

Taking off his clothes, he took a look in the mirror, then turned to his side and frowned.

The chest of Xiong is fine. There are only a few traces left during the rescue, but the back is different. Several scars crisscross from the back to the back.

He attaches great importance to his body. Every time he sees the scar, he will feel a little depressed.

After taking a bath, go to the massager in front of the window and sit down. Put your legs on it and turn the switch.

Although he can walk now, he didn't walk for so long before. As long as he walks a little more, his legs ache, so he can only massage and relax every night.