I really don't want to be reborn.

"Damn it, the manager of Building F just gave me a broken table and an old chair. If I'm not careful, I'll fall down. I'm so sorry that I gave him some Chinese stuff!"

 Chen Hansheng got up while cursing and threw the blame to the tables, chairs and the administrator.

 After sitting down again, Chen Hansheng kindly reminded Shen Youchu: "Be careful when sitting on these chairs in the future, so as not to fall."

 "I understand."

 Shen Youchu's voice was still as soft and weak as before.

 Chen Hansheng's heart was beating very fast at this time, "dong dong dong" like a heavy hammer beating a drum, but his voice and tone of voice were as steady as usual.

 He was not afraid at all when Shen Youchu met Empress Dowager Liang. The main thing was who was accompanying Empress Dowager Liang.

 The one from Dongda University, are you with me?

 But Chen Hansheng couldn't ask directly, as that would be too obvious, although Shen Youchu might not be able to see it.

 "cough."

 Chen Hansheng coughed and began to talk casually: "My mother is the same. Why are you coming to my school from a hotel alone? The road is not easy to walk at night."

 "Aunt Liang and Uncle Chen came here together."

 Shen Youchu explained seriously.

 "Xu······"

 It turned out that it was only Lao Chen. Chen Hansheng finally felt relieved and took a big breath by pretending to blow out smoke.

 "How about it? Did you have fun chatting?"

 Chen Hansheng finally laughed. In fact, he didn't care at all about the content of the exchange.

 My mother knows best. She is just asking about the relationship between the girl and herself, and more deeply, she wants to know about the family background.

 "It's okay."

 In fact, Shen Youchu didn't know what "happy chatting" looked like, but Aunt Liang had always been very kind to her, and she could feel it.

 "Okay, I'm going to go find my mother now, do you want to come with me?"

 Although he knew that Shen Youchu's character would not follow him, Chen Hansheng still asked.

 Shen Youchu shook his head in anticipation: "I, I won't go over and stay to clean up the room."

 But just when Chen Hansheng was about to go out, Shen Youchu took out a pair of knitted gloves from the bag and handed them over.

 "What, for me?"

 Chen Hansheng tried it on and found that it was much smaller.

 "Auntie's, she said her hands were cold last night."

 Shen Youchu said softly.

 At this time, Chen Hansheng noticed that Shen Youchu had heavy bags under his eyes.

 "Did you stay up late last night knitting?"

 Chen Hansheng asked.

 Shen Youchu blushed and didn't answer, but took out a rag and started cleaning.

 "Why."

 Chen Hansheng sighed, put his gloves in his pocket, and went straight to the hotel without saying anything.

 ······

 Unexpectedly, Xiao Rongyu was also in the hotel. She was sitting by the bed chatting with Chen Zhaojun and his wife.

 "Hey, all three of your family are here. It seems that I am an outsider."

 Chen Hansheng said hello with a smile.

 Xiao Rongyu turned his head and showed a warm smile. His skin was as bright as snow, and his smile was like a bright peach blossom.

 "Aren't you an outsider?"

 Liang Meijuan rolled her eyes at Chen Hansheng: "I came to Jianye and had a little pimple on my hand from the cold. Xiao Yu'er asked for leave this morning to buy leather gloves for me at Dongshan Department Store. What about you?"

 Chen Hansheng was slightly startled. As expected, Liang Meijuan was holding a pair of black crocodile leather gloves. They looked quite lustrous and the price should not be cheap.

 He calmly put the knitted gloves deep in his pocket and said disapprovingly: "Where else can I go to Dongshan Department Store? Just buy a pair at Yiwu Commodity City."

 "Look, look, this is the son I have raised for 18 years."

 Liang Meijuan said to Xiao Rongyu: "Xiao Yu'er, don't look for this kind of person when looking for a boyfriend in the future. You won't even want to buy a pair of gloves for your mother."

 Xiao Rongyu was smiling with his eyes bent. Just when he was about to say something, his cell phone suddenly rang.

 After answering the phone, Xiao Rongyu stuck out his tongue: "Uncle Chen, Aunt Liang, I have to go back first. I went out in the morning and didn't ask for leave from the counselor. She called to ask about the situation. Xiao Chen, you stay here with Aunt Liang. Have a meal."

 "Okay, hurry back and explain the situation to the counselor, and pay attention to safety."

 Liang Meijuan warned with concern.

 After Xiao Rongyu left, Liang Meijuan's friendly expression suddenly turned cold.

 Chen Hansheng pretended not to see it and said: "These gloves are really good, Xiao Yu'er is really attentive."

 Liang Meijuan snorted and grabbed the gloves to prevent Chen Hansheng from touching them.

 Chen Hansheng didn't care, and took out another pair of knitted gloves from his pocket with a smile: "This is what Shen Youchu knitted for you last night."

 Liang Meijuan took it over in surprise. The gloves had clear lines, indicating that Shen Youchu often did things at home.

 Looking at the leather gloves on her left hand and then the knitted gloves on her right hand, Liang Meijuan was silent for a long time, then suddenly picked up the kettle beside the bed and tried to hit Chen Hansheng.

 "Little bastard, look what you've done!"

 Chen Zhaojun quickly went up to stop him. There was still hot water in the teapot. Real burns were no joke.

 Chen Hansheng also hurriedly avoided it, and said: "Mom, the ancients said that a small stick will make you suffer, and a big stick will make you go away. You old man is in a bad mood. Hit me and scold me a few times, and I will bear it, but you have to use If the boiling water burns me, I'll leave first."

 "Otherwise, if I get really burned, you will still be sad."

 Hearing Chen Hansheng's plausible explanation, Liang Meijuan became even more angry, but she also put down the kettle, picked up the hotel slippers, and threw them at Chen Hansheng.

 When Chen Hansheng saw that it was a slipper, he simply threw himself on the bed without avoiding it, covered his head with the quilt, and then casually hit Liang Meijuan on the body.

 "Crackling"

 Empress Dowager Liang really tried her best, but the hotel slippers were so lethal and she wore so many clothes in autumn that Chen Hansheng almost fell asleep.

 Liang Meijuan probably knew how scoundrel her son was. She was sweating, but Chen Hansheng didn't react at all.

 "You fight."

 Liang Meijuan panted and handed the slippers to Chen Zhaojun.

 Chen Zhaojun has always been a good man. He has always advocated resolving conflicts within the family through negotiation, but when he saw his wife being so angry, he took the slipper and "smacked" Chen Hansheng's buttocks.

 Chen Hansheng violently opened the quilt and jumped up.

 "Old Chen, why are you so serious?"

 Chen Zhaojun glanced at his wife and wondered, seriously, can your mother calm down?

 Chen Hansheng rubbed his butt and saw Liang Meijuan still sitting on the bed angrily. He put his arms around her shoulders with a playful smile: "Mom, I've been beaten and scolded, let's go have lunch."

 "Hey, your father and I are both honest people. How come we gave birth to a son like you?"

 Liang Meijuan saw that the hard ones were too hard, so she came up with the soft ones. She took two pairs of gloves and said emotionally: "The palms are flesh and the backs are flesh, but you can't possibly want both."

 Chen Hansheng pretended not to understand: "Do you want to eat goose feet for lunch?"

 Liang Meijuan glared at him and simply showed her cards: "Let's be honest, which pair of gloves do you want me to wear?"

 "You can wear whatever suit you like, it's none of my business."

 Chen Hansheng said with an innocent look.

 But he added: "If I were you, I would need both pairs. If this pair is dirty, just change it to another one. It is better to change the belt."

 The room suddenly became quiet. After a while, Liang Meijuan suddenly rubbed her chest and called to Chen Zhaojun: "Do me a favor and pass the slippers over again."

 "Crackling"

 Another cheerful meal of fried pork with bamboo shoots.