The big guy is different from the outside [Transmigration Book]

When Ying Zhaoli arrived home, no one was there, so he sent group messages to his parents, mother and younger brother, asking where the household registration book was.

He really didn't even want to see his original parents.

Only my father replied, with a cold sentence, and didn't even ask him why he wanted the household registration book, while the others were in a state of not being able to read it back.

Why is this attitude different?There is a discrepancy with the original mobile phone.

Ying Zhaoli talked to Wu Nanfei, and went to the study to get the household registration book, which contained the household registration book and his ID card.

Ying Zhaoli opened it and looked, and there was only Ying Zhaoli on it. He had created a separate household registration book early on, which is also good. There is no need to make a special trip back later, and he will do it well on the way here. Decided to move out.

Yuan Bo's mobile phone was set up with facial recognition, and he found detailed bank card numbers and passwords, as well as various account passwords, large and small, in the memo.

There is not much money in the bank card, enough for him to rent a house for two months.

Yuanshen's family conditions are not bad, otherwise he would not have negotiated a marriage with the Wu family in the early years. However, as the eldest of the family, Yuanshen only has the 2000 yuan in the WeChat account, and only those in the bank card.

Ying Zhaoli took out the things related to him, put them in a bag, and left the study.

Ying Zhaoli came down: "Okay, I've got the things."

But Wu Nanfei didn't move, just said lightly: "Aren't you going to pack your things?"

"Pack what?" Ying Zhaoli was puzzled.

Wu Nanfei could only hear his voice but not his face, and there was a hint of sarcasm in it: "Are you really like a fish, with only seven seconds of memory?"

"After looking at the contracts for so long, I didn't remember any of them."

Ying Zhaoli couldn't tell, he was just thinking about the original plot, so he had to change the subject abruptly: "Clothes are something outside of the body."

"In this case, let's go." Wu Nanfei took a long leg and walked a long way in a few seconds.

When Ying Zhaoli wanted to follow up, there was a movement at the door, Yuanshen's parents Ying Mingde and Feng Yinghua.

It's such a coincidence that you don't come early or late, but you come when they are about to leave.

Both of them are smiling, which makes people feel good. If Ying Zhaoli is allowed to ignore the words on the top of their heads and erase his memory of the original text, maybe he will have a good impression of the couple. It is no wonder that Yuanshen was deceived circle around.

It's just that when I saw Ying Zhaoli and Wu Nanfei, I felt a little frozen. I don't know if it was for Yuanyuan or Wu Nanfei.

"Mr. Wu." Feng Yinghua greeted formulaically, with viciousness on her head, and asked kindly and caringly, "Xiaoli, where are you going to play? This is the chicken soup that mom stewed for three hours at grandpa's. Two bowls before leaving?"

Ying Zhaoli: ...

No, I'm afraid I won't survive tonight.

Ying Zhaoli endured the discomfort in his heart and tried not to look at the chicken soup Feng Yinghua was holding.

It would be okay if Feng Yinghua used other words, but she used viciousness in the question, and Ying Zhaoli immediately thought of Snow White, in which the queen gave apples, and the mother gave soup.

"No, we still have something to do."

Ying Zhaoli's gaze was hot, Feng Yinghua only thought that he wanted to drink chicken soup, and was embarrassed to say in front of outsiders: "Don't worry, mom will leave you a bowl when the time comes, and if you want to drink, ask Aunt Chen to warm it up for you."

Ying Mingde smiled and nodded: "The chicken soup your mother stewed today is delicious, and I brought it here for you to taste."

You love to ignore me online, but in reality you talk sweetly to me, with a bunch of words on your head.

Your hearts are impure!

Feng Yinghua spoke kindly again, with a little bit of happiness at the end of her tail, radiant: "Your brother made a new friend today, he looks pretty good, and your brother's birthday will be in a few days, remember to come, don't Stuck in the room all day and not going out..."

Feng Yinghua wanted to say more, but Ying Mingde pulled the hem of his clothes, only to notice that Wu Nanfei's expression was a little impatient.

Wu Nanfei was not the one to be offended by Ying's family, but thinking about Ying Zhaoli's engagement with him and his attitude towards him, he began to feel even more dissatisfied, and he couldn't show it. How aggrieved is it.

Watching their one-man show, Ying Zhao couldn't help feeling sour.

He calmly began to look around.

Ying Mingde has a fat body, especially his belly, but his calves look small in sharp contrast, and his face is almost crowded because of his excessive weight, but his eyes are bright, and he doesn't become smaller because of his body Bloated, but rather big, it was these eyes that gave him a lot of points in his interpretation of kindness.

Feng Yinghua looked very ordinary, but her jet-black and beautiful hair fell down like seaweed. There is no woman who does not love beauty, which makes her even more clingy, hiding her disadvantages perfectly, very decently.

Was that just now—the emotion of the original body?

The relationship of more than 20 years, the family gave up as soon as they said they would give up, not as good as their younger brother, and directly used methods to make him take the blame for his younger brother. During Yuanshen's prison time, he never went to see it, and he didn't even appear in court. Only Yuanchen stood alone in the place of the defendant.

Feng Yinghua: "Mom won't bother you anymore, Xiao Li remembers to come back and drink chicken soup."

Until he went out, Ying Zhaoli could still hear the voice of Feng Yinghua's death/soul, and kept lingering beside him, refusing to leave.

Come on~ come on~ after drinking this bowl of soup~ you are an underground person~ no worries~ no worries~ no need to sit~ prison~

In the car, it was quiet and silent, and the high-rise buildings in the distance were uneven. The glass mirror wall reflected the sun's light on the asphalt road, shooting out orange-purple rays of light, which were extraordinarily dazzling, gorgeous, and full of mystery.

Ying Zhaoli leaned on the back of the chair, playing with the phone in his hand.

The face is like powder, the lips are red and the teeth are white, the black hair is as smooth as dark chocolate bites into the mouth, a few strands fall at the end of the ears, the eyes are wide open, like the frightened eyes of a little white rabbit, and the eyes can't be fierce.

This is a photo he took a few minutes ago.

Ying Zhaoli heaved a sigh of relief, he looked pretty much the same as himself, except for his eyes, his eyes were so fierce that a dog would be afraid of them, even if they were weak like this, they were as weak as someone who bullied him, but Not to mention it really has such a different taste.

His parents are gone, he doesn't even have a relative, and the only way out now is to change the fate of the cannon fodder.

"Big..." Ying Zhaoli swallowed the word guy back as soon as he said it.

My mouth is really a deadly ghost.

"What's the big deal?" Wu Nanfei didn't turn his head.

Ying Zhao left his mouth and refused to listen: "Big baby."

But Wu Nanfei turned his head sideways, his eyes were deep and a little inquiring.