Because everyone was injured by the four brothers, even Wen Ye, who was the most ok, Zhao Changan issued a ban on the dining table.

As a result, Zhou Kexin, who was also addicted to alcohol, ran down from the trunk of the car, took two jars of Shaoxing rice wine, and drank it warmed it in an alcohol stove.

"A whole room of drunkards,"

Zhao Changan took a big sip of slightly hot rice wine and cursed in his heart, but thought that "wine can mess up", so he agreed.

Maybe one day, Wen Ye and Zhou Kexin got drunk and got confused by accident, which was a wonderful thing.

It will save yourself the trouble of being afraid that this kid will become a saint.

Because he was tired all day, after dinner, Zhou Kexin said goodbye early. Looking at her clear gaze, Zhao Changan was embarrassed to persuade her not to drive drunk and would squeeze with Wen Ye tonight.

After Zhou Kexin left, the four brothers talked about what happened last night and today, which was so excited that they were excited.

Wen Ye's chair hit hard, Zhao Chang'an's Shaolin stick technique swept across thousands of troops, Zhong Lianwei's whip, Liu Yihui resisted the beating,—

The four brothers kept screaming until almost ten o'clock in the evening and were too lazy to go to check the computer, so they went back to their house to sleep.

——

Zhao Changan, who had been in a custody for two weeks, closed the door and started a business with Zeng Xiaoxiao. After half an hour, he sat at the desk, spread out the letter paper, and pondered how to write this entrepreneurial report.

If there wasn't what happened last night, this entrepreneurial report would undoubtedly be much easier to write.

At noon today, Liu Qihua called to inquire about this matter, but she did not criticize Zhao Changan's recklessness, and just emphasized that this entrepreneurial report should be filled with more snacks.

He also talked about Tang Wenxuan's resume on the phone and talked about Qi Xiu's other identity, and clearly stated that Qi Xiu would definitely mention Tang Wenxuan about the matter she said last night.

So now you have to write this entrepreneurial report, and you have to work hard to write it well and write it well!

"Tang Wenxuan, former Chinese American, was awarded the associate professor at the Medier School of Journalism at Northwestern University at the age of 30. After the reform and opening up, he resolutely gave up his generous foreign conditions and returned to the Fuda University Journalism School, and soon became a nationalist. - Wife Qi Xiu, daughter Tang Shuang, a freshman in the Department of Radio, Television and Journalism at the School of Journalism, -"

This is what Liu Qihua briefly mentioned about Tang Wenxuan, saying that he should learn to read people and cook.

But Zhao Changan felt uncomfortable no matter how he heard this.

Because without intuition, he knew that Liu Qihua was not a person who taught people to "see people to cook".

But she just said so?

Moreover, judging from Tang Wenxuan's resume, Zhao Changan could not see any place where he could 'reserve'.

So he was worried about why he couldn't understand the deep core meaning of Liu Qihua wanted to express, and he never knew how to start writing.

However, Zhao Changan still knew from Liu Qihua's words. It turned out that he and this beautiful girl named Tang Shuang actually had to attend two public classes in the classroom every week.

Eleven, that was the first time we met.

Library, second meeting.

I must have seen the public classroom six times.

I met again last night at the Four Seasons Seafood Hotel.

Today, I met on and off at the Bund event venue!

Zhao Changan couldn't help but admire this girl. She could show her beauty and rigidity and hide her rich spirituality. She wiped herself out among the many beauties in the dance team of the model team of the journalism department.

At the desk, Zhao Changan sat for almost an hour.

"Dangdangdangdang~"

The bell outside rang eleven times, but he still didn't know how to start writing and had no idea.

Zhongsheng woke up the people in the next room. Hearing the door open and tried carefully to avoid making any sound, Zhao Changan knew it was Liu Yihui.

When Zhong Lianwei went to the toilet at night, he was rushing around, and he blocked the gods and kicked the gods, making a sound all the way.

The old woman downstairs talked about this several times.

Soon, the sound of moving the stool slightly came from the living room, and the sound of the mouse and keyboard was Liu Yihui looking at the data on the server.

Zhao Changan knew that Liu Yihui had always been under great pressure in his heart.

Not to mention Zheng City, it is his spinning major, and there are three or four students from his town.

Although the fight and school leave have been temporarily suppressed, the school will not call or send letters to the teaching and management station in his town.

But when the winter vacation was over, as the students in Zheng City returned, he would definitely not be able to hide the fact that he had fought and left school.

Today is November 15th, Sunday.

The 27th day of the lunar calendar.

The winter vacation time for colleges and universities is usually the fifteenth and sixth day of the twelfth lunar month.

In other words, Liu Yihui must prove to his mother that it was the right decision to leave school and come to Mingzhu.

Otherwise, he would have no face to face his mother and the gossip in the village.

However, as it seems now, it is so difficult to prove it!

How can he not feel tormented and heavy when he is in it?

But Liu Yihui has always kept his worries in his heart, and always had a bright smile on his face.

Unwilling to affect others if your own worries are unwilling to do so.

He treated his brother this way until decades later, and he always thought about his brother much more than his brothers!

Zhao Changan didn't have to think about it. In just this period of time, Liu Yihui had definitely filled the original account book, and now he has changed to a thicker new book.

"Bang bang bang!"

While Zhao Changan was sighing, the door of his bedroom exploded like an earthquake, and accompanied by Liu Yihui's shouting: "Boss An, hurry up, come out and watch the computer!"

"Damn~"

Zhong Lianwei, who was in the same room as Liu Yihui, was very sensitive to the word "computer". While sleeping, a carp thrust, jumped up, and rushed out of the bedroom barefoot.

In the other bedroom, Wen Ye, who was wearing only one pants, woke up and rushed out of the bedroom.

Zeng Xiaoxiao, who was so tired that she fell asleep, opened her eyes blankly and looked at the ceiling foolishly, feeling a little confused about what year it was.

Zhao Changan also ran out of the bedroom.

The three brothers' eyes followed Liu Yihui's excited gaze and looked at the server display running the jyck666 website.

I saw that in the backend of the website that Liu Yihui opened as his administrator, there were densely packed with request information from registered members.

"Damn, what's going on?"

Zhong Lianwei was dizzy: "Isn't it because of the poison, or is it that a grandson attacked our server and is joking about us?"

"Qu Shushu, a freshman in the Department of Journalism, Fuda University Journalism School, A317, Building 8, Door, No. 021520520111, Zhao Changan, I support you! I don't know how to match the machine, I ask for a movie, the price is less than 10,000 yuan, and it must be filled with movies and TV series."

Liu Yihui read with emotion and pretended to be the little girl's voice.

"Brother, your fan girl! I feel that your harem group is about to expand again, hehe!"

"Xue Zihao, Class 31, Jiaotong University School of Aeronautics and Astronautics, Door 18, 601, Number 021392839292, Brother Zhao, you four brothers are loyal enough to join forces, unlike the group of friends I met back then. This is my configuration list, Intel Pentium 2233, Quantum Fireball 4.3,——”

"Mu Daoxuan,——"

"Damn, why are we so popular now?"

Zhong Lianwei was full of surprise and puzzled.
Chapter completed!