Fang Chi felt that thanks to his nervousness now, otherwise Sun Wenqu would have been able to do this in public, and he would have to bend down and steal the mines for a few minutes.

He didn't know why Sun Wenqu's father was looking for him, and he couldn't prepare a speech in advance. However, Sun Wenqu said it, just listen, then shut up.

Never push back.

Can't push it anymore.

Sun Wenqu didn't need to find his father's car at all, so he parked at the exit of the parking lot, and the middle-aged man was standing outside the car.

Fang Chi's vision was far away and he met him. He just looked at him and walked over there. The man didn't move and had no expression. I don't know if he was in a daze or was competing with him for aura.

When I came out, I forgot to ask Sun Wenqu who is, bodyguard or assistant or something?

However, this man definitely had no good impression of him, so he just stared all the way, thinking that they should draw their swords after taking a few more steps.

The journey was a bit long, or it was too long to meet the person's eyes, so Fang Chi had to turn his gaze elsewhere to prevent him from walking due to excessive tension.

It was about ten steps away from the distance, and the man raised his chin at him: "Get into the car."

It really has the style of a gangster.

Getting into the car and locking it, the boss sat in the back seat with a cigarette in his mouth, and the sword was shining in silence.

However, it was different from what Fang Chi imagined. When he got into the car and sat in the back seat, Sun Wenqu, who was also sitting in the back seat, was eating oranges.

After he got in the car, Sun Wenqu's father hadn't finished eating and didn't say anything.

Fang Chi originally wanted to remain silent, but he felt a little uncomfortable. He glanced at a small bag of oranges on his hand: "It must not be sweet."

"Hmm?" Sun Wenqu's father glanced at him.

"You are too good at picking," Fang Chi took one and looked at it. "This kind of thing looks beautiful and not sweet."

"I didn't choose it." Sun Wenqu's father said.

"Your bodyguard is too good to pick on," said Fang Chi.

"He?" Sun Wenqu's father looked out the car window, "He is Sun Wenqu's eldest brother-in-law."

"...Oh," Fang Chi was stunned. This man was actually his eldest brother-in-law, "looking like a thug."

Sun Wenqu's father turned around and looked at him.

Fang Chi thinks it is better to remain silent.

"What kind of sweetness?" Sun Wenqu's father asked.

Fang Chi hesitated for a moment, pulled his hand in his pocket a few times, and took out one: "This kind of ordinary little tangerine is beautiful and has very sweet ones, but generally, the ugly ones look like they are not washed, and the sweeter ones are more sweet. They grow on the sunny side of the back, which is sweeter."

"Oh," Sun Wenqu's father took this and peeled it and tasted it, "Is it sweet, are you growing oranges at home?"

"No, there is a demonstration base for tangerine planting in two villages next to us. When I was a child, I always went there to steal... No," Fang Chi said, "Pick oranges."

"Have you grown up in the countryside?" Sun Wenqu's father asked again.

"Yes." Fang Chi responded.

"No wonder this is..." Sun Wenqu's father smiled, "I'm quite surprised that Wenqu will be with you."

Fang Chi wanted to speak, but was afraid of saying anything too much, so he suppressed his anger and didn't say anything.

"I heard that his money is all there with you?" Sun Wenqu's father continued to ask.

"Yes." Fang Chi continued to respond.

"How many?" Sun Wenqu's father looked at him.

"He said it was all," said Fang Chi, "I didn't see it, I don't know how many."

Sun Wenqu’s father sneered: “When he wants to use money, you have to ask you, don’t you read it?”

"When he used the money, I took my own money," said Fang Chi.

"Your own money?" Sun Wenqu's father continued to sneer, "Can you afford his expenses?"

"It's definitely not possible to pay for a meal of takeout," Fang Chi said. "It's okay to pay for my expenses."

"...He is willing to do it?" Sun Wenqu's father's voice lit up.

"What's there to refuse?" Fang Chi said, "How much does it cost? Are people who don't earn a penny still embarrassed to eat a hundred yuan takeaway?"

Sun Wenqu’s father was speechless.

Fang Chi turned his head to look at him, feeling that he might have said the wrong thing again. No matter how conflicted he was, this is also Sun Wenqu’s own father, Sun Wenqu’s behavior of not taking money seriously, and this old man was spoiled by this old man. Now he told him in person that your son is deducted money and refused to spend it...

"That's right," Sun Wenqu's father suddenly said, "That's right, I have never earned a dime by myself in my life!"

"...Oh." Fang Chi responded in surprise.

"The eyes are high and the experts are low," Sun Wenqu's father's expression was a little disdainful. "I feel that I am very good at it and can't do anything..."

"You can't say that," Fang Chi was unhappy when he heard Sun Wenqu's father say this, and directly interrupted him. He really understood how serious Sun Wenqu was when he made pottery. "He was very serious about what he wanted to do, and he did a good job."

"Is that right?" Sun Wenqu's father squinted his eyes and looked at him, "He has never made anything decent since he was a child."

"You didn't give him a chance to do it," Fang Chi frowned, "For example, you have a father who paints Chinese paintings, and said that the abstract paintings you painted are shit, so you don't let them touch..."

Sun Wenqu's father tsk, Fang Chi paused, wanted to shut up, but continued: "You definitely won't say shit. You are everyone, but you don't accept anything except your own things. This is really not the style of everyone... Besides, do you dare to say that Sun Wenqu's things are not good? His set of bottles... I was nervous and forgot what the set of bottles was named, and you also saw them. Do you really think it's not good?"

After Fang Chi said this, he was ready to be driven out of the car, but Sun Wenqu’s father didn’t say anything and stared at him for a long time.

Fang Chi didn't know what he was looking at, so he could only remain silent. When he was seen so hard that he could not stand it and thought that he could get off the car, Sun Wenqu's father suddenly laughed: "Hey."

"Ah." Fang Chi didn't know what he was doing, so he could only respond casually.

"You kid are really unruly," said Sun Wenqu's father.

"A wild dog." Fang Chi couldn't hear what this said, and suddenly felt a little nervous, not knowing what he was saying.

"What?" Sun Wenqu's father was stunned.

"It's Pikachu now..." Fang Chi said that, and he reached out and wanted to open the car door. Come on, get off the car by himself. What a mess.

"Wait," Sun Wenqu's father called him, "Let's talk about the main topic."

"The main topic?" Fang Chi was stunned, turned around, and after talking for so long, it was still not the main topic?

"Yes, the topic is the right one." Sun Wenqu's father nodded and then smiled.

"Are you all off topics in front?" Fang Chi had to sit back again. This smile made him relax a little, "If you go to the college entrance examination, you will probably not get points for the composition."

Sun Wenqu's father suddenly said, as if he wanted to prove that he could get full marks in the college entrance examination composition: "I want to hear your thoughts."

"What...think?" Fang Chi looked at him.

"What Is In the Future," Sun Wenqu's father stared at him again, his eyes sharply, as if he was carrying fire. "If Wenqu makes his family sad, it is still my son. I want to know what you think of someone like him."

Sun Wenqu’s father would ask this question, which Fang Chi did not expect. Of course, he did not expect anything he said.

"I have no idea," Fang Chi thought for a while and replied truthfully, "He wants to be with me, so I will be with him. He doesn't want to be with me, so I want to be with him."

"Hmm?" Sun Wenqu's father probably didn't expect that this would be the answer, and raised his eyebrows, "That's it?"

"Otherwise," Fang Chi took an orange and squeezed it gently, "Looking forward, I will treat him whatever he wants, and try to make him live a good life? I think he can live a good life without me. You may think he is useless, but I think he is very capable. As long as he is willing, he can do things well..."

Fang Chi stopped halfway through the speech, glanced at Sun Wenqu’s father, and felt that the old man didn’t react much, so he continued: “I’ll do my own thing and don’t hold him back. I’ll be there when he needs me, so of course I don’t want to walk away when he doesn’t need me.”

Fang Chi looked at him after saying these words, but after saying that, he didn't look away, waiting for his reaction, but the old man had never responded.

"I'm done." Fang Chi reminded him.

"Where is your family?" Sun Wenqu's father asked calmly.

This problem made Fang Chi feel unprepared. He frowned slightly: "I will deal with it well. I won't do anything on impulse, nor will I be slow to do nothing."

"Simply put it." Sun Wenqu's father seemed not very satisfied.

"You can wait until I finish it," said Fang Chi, "I can only say that when I ask."

Sun Wenqu’s father didn’t say anything. He was silent for a long time, and suddenly opened the car door and got out.

Fang Chi was stunned for a moment and quickly got out of the car.

"I'll buy some oranges," Sun Wenqu's father told his elder brother-in-law, then turned around and looked at Fang Chi, "You go and choose for me."

"Buy oranges?" my brother-in-law asked in surprise.

"Yes," Sun Wenqu's father nodded, "Wait for me for a while."

Fang Chi felt that the old man was crazy and suddenly wanted to take him to buy oranges in this strange atmosphere, but he could only follow him.

There are many fruit shops on the street next to the exhibition center, with all kinds of fruits.

Before Fang Chi entered the store, he squatted down next to an old lady carrying a load to sell oranges on the side of the road.

The old lady’s oranges are pretty good. Fang Chi suddenly missed home when he picked oranges. Although he didn’t plant oranges at home, the feeling of stealing oranges when he was a child made him suddenly miss home very much.

After picking the orange, Sun Wenqu’s father didn’t stop Fang Chi and paid. He took an orange and asked while peeling it, “How can you stand him?”

"I couldn't stand it at first," said Fang Chi, "I was so bad that I choked and I was too lazy to be like a snake..."

"That's right." Sun Wenqu's father nodded.

"Later, I gradually felt that he was good, but when I got deeper, I felt that his whole body was shining," Fang Chi carried the oranges to the parking lot, "It's so sloppy."
To be continued...