"Pan Nan, open the door, I am my father."

There is a reason why Chen Pannan has fantasies about family affection. Chen Xukun's warmth from time to time makes her feel that she is still cared for and loved by others.

In fact, when I jumped out and watched, the couple sang a singly sing a sing a sing a sing a sing a sing a sing a sing a sing a sing a sing a sing a sing a sing a sing a sing a sing a sing a sing a sing a sing a sing a sing a sing a sing a sing a s

Song Xiangzhi may not hate her daughter, and Chen Xukun did not care much about Chen Pannan.

She got up from the bed, opened the door, and sat on the small bed silently, without any intention of talking to Chen Xukun.

Chen Xukun closed the door casually. The cramped space had not been discharged with a clean formaldehyde smell for several years, which made his nose feel a little uncomfortable.

"Pan Nan, your mother is a little hot-tempered. Don't take it to heart. We all care about you. Where did you stay overnight last night?"

"Care? If Chen Huaiyu and Chen Huaijin run away from home, can you stay at home safely?"

Facing Shu Ange's questioning, Chen Xukun smiled awkwardly: "You are a sister, and you have a strong ability to take care of yourself since childhood, and you are different from them."

This is probably the best portrayal of being sensible and being sensible and being hurt by lightning.

"Um."

If it is the original owner, facing the rare concern of his father, he must forget the previous unhappiness.

But Chen Xukun's trick is not enough to watch in Shu Ange.

"Pan Nan, I heard from Huai Yu that you had a quarrel with Feng Zeyang today?"

Just now, before she could tell where she spent the night last night, Chen Xukun had already changed the topic in an anxious manner.

"Oh, there was no quarrel, I just said a few words."

Shu Ange fiddled with his fingernails and replied absent-mindedly.

Chen Xukun coughed and sighed: "Pan Nan, Dad knows you feel uncomfortable. But the car accident was an accident. The Feng family apologized and signed the settlement letter. You spent more than one million yuan on the hospital medical expenses, all of which were paid by the Feng family."

Shu Ange looked up at Chen Xukun's eyes and sneered: "Feng Zeyang hit me with drunk driving, so it's time to pay the medical expenses."

"In addition to medical expenses, the Feng family also paid one million in compensation. Dad bought a commercial housing unit, and it will be a guarantee for you to get married in the future."

"Since it's a guarantee? Why is it not my name?"

Shu Ange asked questions, and Chen Xukun took out a speech that had been prepared long ago: "Silly child, you are a girl, and your name is a house that is easy to be targeted by someone who is interested. Moreover, if the marriage is not going well in the future, the house will easily have disputes. If your husband is targeted, your parents will be for your own good."

For a perfect reason, Shu Ange picked up the pillow and replied lazily: "Maybe."

Maybe Chen Xukun and his wife thought so, and they did not mean to deliberately deceive the original owner.

This is the most tragic thing. In their opinion, women do not have the ability to protect their own property.

Not to mention Chen Pannan, Song Xiangzhi is so old that she doesn’t have her name in her home property certificate.

"Business is difficult to do recently. My father's company thanks to the help of the Feng family, and the turnover is more than in previous years. Pan Nan, Dad hopes that you will be more sensible and don't always get along with Feng Zeyang."

Chen Xukun is a lamp and home decoration business, and the Feng family is engaged in real estate development, which happens to be his upstream industry.

The feudal and slightly leaked through the fingers, which was enough for their family to enjoy the most.

"Let's talk about it, he and Chen Huaiyu are not wandering in front of me, and I have no intention of making trouble for them."

Chen Xukun advised Shu Ange a few more words, then left her room, turned around and entered her second daughter's room.

Chen Huaiyu was doing his homework when he heard a knock on the door and said, "Please come in."

"Baby, I'm still doing my homework so late, thank you for your hard work."

"It's dad, it's not hard."

Chen Huaiyu put down his pen, turned around and smiled sweetly at Chen Xukun.

She picked her parents' strengths, had long eyelids, big eyes, and two small dimples appeared on her cheeks as she pursed her mouth.

Every time I see my daughter’s sweet smile, Chen Xukun feels that it is worth it no matter how hard or tired he is.

"I have worked hard recently. I just communicated with her with your sister. You and Zeyang should try not to appear in front of her in the future. Oh, Pan Nan had a car accident and his personality is getting worse and worse. You should take more responsibility."

"Dad, Zeyang and I are already responsible for her. Chen Pannan has a sad face every day, as if someone owed her millions, which makes her look annoying."

Chen Huaiyu pouted and poked the pen in his hand on the table, looking unhappy.

"Okay, you don't have to meet every day when you go to college. Baby, you are the most sensible and obedient in the family. You are more responsible for the three children."

Chen Xukun coaxed him for a while, and then Chen Huaiyu reluctantly responded.

After communicating with his two daughters, he returned to the bedroom with a tired look on his face, and Song Xiangzhi was filling the bed sheets.

Chen Xukun looked at his wife's back and held her forehead with some headaches, but did not communicate with her about the children's education issues.

In fact, the eldest daughter has the most personality like her wife, she is a bitchy and a heart-warming person, and she is like a firecracker when she is angry.

After most of his life, Chen Xukun didn't want to fight with his wife every day. Anyway, Pan Nan's child is soft and not hard, so he can just coax him more often.

Perhaps because of the attitude of Shu Ange's torn apart, Chen Huaiyu and Feng Zeyang really didn't wander around in front of her.

Shu Ange was so happy that she continued to rest during class. She massaged herself to promote blood circulation and remove blood stasis when she was free.

She doesn't have the money to buy gold needles yet, but the massage is quite effective.

Making money is imminent, and Shu Ange plans to make a pair of medicine to remove scalds and sell the prescription to a company that develops and develops drugs.

The library of No. 9 Middle School is very large, but there are fewer medical books. Shu Ange went to the Provincial Library several times on Saturdays and Sundays.

A high school student takes out medicine to treat scalds out of thin air and always needs to make some reliable basis.

After more than half a month of busy work, Shu Ange carried his schoolbag to Mohushan Cemetery.

She went to Mohushan Cemetery not to visit the tombs—and it was not time to visit the tombs, but to find a herb needed to remove scalds.

Crane grass is also known as Meicao, a vine plant. Its leaves are like willows, and a light purple blended into the flower color turmeric, which is named after the grass is like a flying crane.

This herb can naturally remove the scars and make the skin smooth.

In order to find the Hezicao, Shu Ange searched through the plant illustrations of H Province and found the Mohushan Cemetery.

She often goes out on Saturdays and Sundays. After Song Xiangzhi scolded her several times, she no longer cares about her.

Shu Ange changed into an old sweater, wore a black tweed coat that the original owner had worn since junior high school, and covered half of his face with his hair.

It’s not that she is inferior, but she just doesn’t want to be stared at by others all the way.

Beautiful people and ugly people will always be paid more attention when they go out.

The original owner hates being overly concerned. Shu Ange asked herself, but she didn't like those sympathetic eyes.

There were a lot of people driving on the urban route, but when they arrived in the suburbs, there were suddenly fewer people riding.

When we arrived at the end of the station to Mohushan, there were only three passengers left on the bus.
Chapter completed!