Old Chinese medicine and small vendors

Ying Yanyu didn't expect that he could be so hypocritical, but he lost his temper, and it's not easy for him to take it back.

Gee.

Would Wen Cheng think he was stupid?

Ying Yanyu followed the two aunts in front without looking at the road, but stared at the toes of his shoes, and kept scratching his head.

Wen Cheng watched from behind, feeling a little emotional.

Being young is a waiver. With so much hair volume, I am not afraid of being bald.

Speaking of baldness, he thought of the grocery store owner in the vegetable market, the shiny top of his skull shone like gold, and his secret recipe for hair growth seemed to be ready to be used.

The two walked into the Banshan Hot Spring with their own concerns.

Ying Yan Yumen didn't even look at it, and followed the two women to the women's bathroom. If Wen Cheng hadn't stopped her, the people around would have called the police.

"What are you doing?" Wen Cheng grabbed the child by the back of his clothes and pulled him back.

Ying Yanyu didn't realize that he had gone the wrong way, so he suddenly turned his head to look at Dr. Wen, not yet deciding what expression to put on.

Half laughing, half deep.

The facial features are all stacked.

"...Still angry?" Seeing his distorted face, Wen Cheng felt inexplicably guilty, "I really didn't expect you to fall asleep in those few minutes."

He thought he changed seats, and the other party knew about it.

Wen Cheng sighed, not noticing the sudden change in the child's eyes.

Ying Yanyu had always been sure that he was singing a one-man show, and he was still that kind of stupid, silly and sweet, but he didn't expect Wen Cheng to explain it to him patiently.

But Wen Cheng didn't feel that something was wrong at all, and he didn't realize that he didn't need to explain at all.

"Don't be angry anymore." Ying Yanyu didn't dare to poke it, but tucked this little thought into her dimples with a smile.

"Ah..." Wen Cheng responded shortly, she didn't expect the kids nowadays to be so easy to coax.

He glanced at the other person's face again to make sure he wasn't angry anymore, but a little...excited? ?

Is this the generation gap?

Doctor Wen, who couldn't understand the child's mind, thought sadly.

"Hello, who are you?" The hot spring here is like a playground, and you have to buy a ticket to enter the inner door, where you can eat, drink and play.

"Two." Wen Cheng glanced at the quotation on the wall, with a reluctant expression on his face.

"Is that a pass?" asked the conductor.

Wen Cheng silently cleared her throat: "No, single ticket."

"Okay," the conductor asked casually while taking the order: "The zoo viewing program has been added to the pass. If you are interested, you can buy a pass. It is very affordable and you can also feed the birds."

"No." As soon as Wen Cheng finished speaking, an extremely aggrieved and envious voice came from behind: "Other children can go to the zoo to feed the birds."

As soon as this word comes out.

Several people present looked at the father and son lined up opposite Wen Cheng.

The child held an orange pass slip in his hand, and circled it around his wrist as if showing off.

In Ying Yan Yu's hands, there was only one blue single ticket.

"..."

Wen Cheng turned her head a little stiffly, with indescribable poverty in her eyes.

He even felt a sense of frustration of "working hard outside for many years, but he couldn't buy a Transformer for his son".

What the hell?

"Let's go." Ying Yanyu pulled him, with the sensible forbearance of a good boy.

Wen Cheng followed suit and took two steps, feeling something was wrong.

He paused for a while, then made a phone call.

"Hello, hello? Orange?!" The answer was very fast, with great surprise and excitement. He seemed to have a balloon to spray out, but was vented by the word Wen Cheng.

"It's me, playing the money."

beep.

Wen Cheng hung up the phone, and ten seconds later, the online banking credited [-].

Without any extra pause, he directly scanned the QR code of the hot spring, glanced at the father and son who hadn't left yet, and said with a straight voice: "Two tickets, two."

"..." Ying Yan Yu didn't show any sign when he got the ticket, instead he asked, "Who was that just now? Why did you call him for money?"

Also hit a thousand so much.

When Wen Cheng saw that he had taken the ticket, not only did he not wag his tail, but he also wilted his ears, feeling a little annoyed that his hot face had a cold butt.

"You care so much."

"I'll give you money, but you don't want it." Ying Yanyu walked behind him sadly, "Ten thousand."

Wen Cheng didn't turn her head back and said, "What kind of money is that? Can I have it?" There was sarcasm in the words.

Ying Yanyu wasn't annoyed either: "The money that I gave you is yours..." He changed his words abruptly, "Your money."

Wen Cheng shook her head, opened the plastic curtain in the infield, and without any preparation, she was choked by the spewing smoke and her eyes were dazzled.

"Hold!!"

There was a roar in the performance hall, causing the audience to erupt.

"This old woman is an insider! Fuck her to death!"

"She's recording a video!!"

"Cough, cough, cough..." Before Wen Cheng could see the situation clearly, her waist tightened, and she was hugged behind her.

Ying Yanyu's whole body tensed up, his eyes glanced over the wrestling crowd on the stage, and then retreated to the door, where an old lady smoking a cigarette was sitting.

"Grandma?" Wen Cheng also saw it.

"Come on, sit down for a while, soon." Granny Zeng held a cigarette between her wrinkled fingers, and looked at everything in front of her calmly.

And her best friend, Grandma Wen, is broadcasting live.

"..." Wen Cheng and Ying Yanyu looked at each other, and they both saw surprise in each other's eyes, and then they enlarged a little bit, turning into pupils reflecting themselves.

"Who dares to make trouble! We have already called the police!!" A dozen security guards with sticks rushed in from outside the door, and pushed the people who blocked the way away without even looking.

Wen Cheng was still hugged around the waist, and was pushed hard on the back, before he had time to react.

Ying Yanyu watched as the corners of his reddened eyes approached infinitely due to coughing, and then his lower lip became cold, imprinted with a bitter fragrance.

boom--

He could even hear his rationality waving goodbye in this situation, and he didn't forget to say hello: Bye bye!

The blood in his whole body boiled to sublimation in an instant, he tightened his arms suddenly, and leaned down recklessly, under Wen Cheng's horrified gaze, he closed his eyes, and took a bold bite.