My magic stick is going to heaven!

All the way here, Wen Changlang didn't stop talking, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah.

Wen Changlang brought him here, which is a small restaurant. The food is not expensive, but the taste is good. Usually, many people come here to eat. He used to sneak here with Shang Yanzhou's bank note. several times.

Moreover, opposite to this small restaurant, there is still a kindergarten in Shenjing City. Usually, when school is over, the outside will be crowded with cars, bustling with each other, and it is very lively.

Sitting by the window, Wen Changlang picked up the menu from the table and ordered a few dishes, then put the menu in front of him, with a generous tone:

"Order, my brother treats you, just order whatever you want!"

The little boy didn't speak, he looked down at the menu, and then Wen Changlang heard a thin voice:

"Wen Qiubai, mother calls me Xiaobai."

"You have the same surname as me, so you are lucky. But, Xiaobai? I don't think you are dark, how can you be white?"

When Wen Changlang asked in reply, the little boy immediately lowered his head and shrank back into his tortoise shell again. Well, Wen Changlang shut up and stopped asking.

After ordering the food, when it was served, Wen Qiubai ignored the still steaming food, picked up the chopsticks, picked them up, and finally put them in his mouth, grinning, probably very hot, poured a cup of tea and handed it to him. Wen Changlang was a little depressed:

"Meeting such a poor kid like you is really a fortune for the poor."

After serving the master, Wen Changlang began to eat his own.

Before they knew it, half an hour had passed. After they were full and drunk, they paid the bill and stood at the door of the small restaurant, holding their stomachs to digest.

The kindergarten on the opposite side has already finished school, and the cars coming and going seem to show off who has the more expensive one.

With broken eyes, Wen Qiubai looked at the door of the small hall with nostalgia, and after a while, he lowered his head in disappointment.

At this time, a new car with a black body was parked in the exclusive parking space in front of the gate of the small hall. The door was opened and protected by bodyguards on both sides. A lady in expensive clothes walked out from inside and walked to the teaching teacher with a smile on her face. Before, took the hand of his own child.

"Little Bai, how are you doing today?"

The little boy, also named Xiaobai, was wearing a high-quality, well-tailored suit with a smile on his face. When he saw the lady, he rushed over and said coquettishly:

"Today's teaching teacher is so fierce, Xiaobai doesn't like it."

"Hey, if you don't like it, let's change it. Let's go, let's go home first."

Seeing them getting into the car surrounded by bodyguards, Wen Changlang shook his head and sighed without even lowering his head:

"Look, others call you Xiaobai and you are also called Xiaobai. The same name has different names, don't you think so? Poor kid?"

Lowering his head, Wen Changlang was almost not taken aback. Wen Qiubai's pale face was now even paler, and a pair of eyes deeply sunken into the eye sockets were silently shedding tears. .

Seeing him wriggling his lips, he didn't make a sound. Looking at the shape of his mouth, he seemed to be calling, Mom?

"You bastard, who told you to run here! You don't have to do a lot of work at home, and you come here to be lazy!"

Just as the idea in Wen Changlang's mind was forming, a vulgar female voice interrupted his thoughts. Wen Qiubai was dragged away by his mother pulling the braid on top of his head, during which time he kept beating and scolding .