"How long have you been waiting?" Han Luoqing drove the motorcycle to the "good baby" and took the initiative to explain the reason why he was late. "I met two acquaintances on the way, and I was stopped and said a few words."

Nan Yuan was still thinking about an unsolved physics problem, and when the man got close, she pulled her thoughts out of it.

"It didn't take long, I just came out." Nan Yuan replied, then walked over, stepped on the back seat with her calf, and adjusted the position with his shoulders, "Okay, let's drive."

The guilty feeling in Han Luoqing's heart due to being late disappeared immediately after hearing the man's natural commanding tone.

Hey, does this little guy really think of him as his own special driver?

Han Luoqing glanced at the person in the rear-view mirror, and the little boy sat down with an expressionless face, unable to tell whether he was happy or angry.

Could it be because he was so late for three or four minutes that he became angry with a child?

Han Luoqing tried to say something, but just happened to look at the school uniform she was holding, and asked her, "Is the school uniform coming back?"

"Well." Nan Yuan responded and reminded: "Don't be distracted when driving, pay attention to safety."

Han Luoqing, who was inadvertently taught by the children in turn, said:  …

When I returned to the tattoo shop, there were still customers in the shop, but this time the curtain was pulled up to block the bed.

Two vague shadows can be seen on the curtain, one lying and one standing.

Standing there is Jiang Suidong, he is immersed in his work, and the tattoo machine next to him is buzzing.

And the one lying on the bed... was a woman, because her upper body was bare, revealing her feminine features.

It's just that the key part seems to be covered with a towel, and the position of the tattoo gun is right next to the towel...

Nan Yuan couldn't take another look and was blocked by the man beside her.

"What are you staring at, kid?" Han Luoqing scolded in a low voice.

Nan Yuan tilted her head and looked up at him with a thoughtful expression.

Han Luoqing was a little uncomfortable when she saw it, and immediately said: "What is your expression? My tattoo shop is a regular tattoo shop, and there is nothing strange. Today, the client is a woman, and I want to get a tattoo on my chest. , In order to protect the privacy of customers, the curtain was drawn to block it, what are you thinking?"

"I know it's a tattoo on the chest. Han Luoqing, have you ever tattooed women's hidden places?" Nan Yuan asked.

Han Luoqing was stunned for a moment, and then muttered, "Children, don't take care of adults."

"Are you embarrassed?" Nan Yuan's expression was calm, "This is nothing to be ashamed of, it's just a professional need. Besides, I believe in your professionalism."

Han Luoqing interrupted her through gritted teeth, "Ye Siqi, it's time for you to do your homework."

After finishing speaking, the man walked upstairs with the unobstructed child directly, and reminded as he walked, "Write your homework well, and I'll check it when you're done."

Nan Yuan glanced at him lightly, and did not continue the topic just now.

She does have a lot of books to read, and improving her studies ranks first in her heart. In other words, gaining the power of faith and merit is irreplaceable in her heart. At this stage, only by becoming a scholar can you gain faith. Power.

Nan Yuan threw Wang Caihua's school uniform into the washing machine and entered the study.

Han Luoqing didn't leave, he put his arms around his chest and leaned lazily at the door to look at her.

Nan Yuan, who had just sat down, saw the new lamp on the table at a glance.

Fashionable and aesthetically pleasing, the high-end eye-protection table lamp is estimated to cost a few hundred dollars.

Nan Yuan couldn't help turning her head to look at the door, "Han Luoqing, this lamp...you bought it today?"

Han Luoqing snorted, looking nonchalant, "It turns out that the lamp is too old to stand up to you leaving it on for so long, so I replaced it with a better quality one."

Speaking of which, he seemed to remember something, and added, "Oh, I will deduct this money from your future salary."

When Nan Yuan heard this, her expression was even more casual than he was, and she followed it casually, "Then if you buy another bicycle, it will be deducted from my future salary?"

Cheaper bikes only cost one or two hundred, and you can buy a good bike for the price of this lamp.

Han Luoqing's brows jumped, why hasn't this kid given up yet?

He bought this lamp because he would use it at ordinary times, and it was his who bought it, but he had never ridden a bicycle in his eighth life. Who would ride a bicycle if he had a motorcycle.

Why did he buy one for his kids?

Just because this little guy is thick-skinned?

He's a gangster, a gangster who fights and beats people if he doesn't know anything, and he's not a **** philanthropist!

It's been a while, and this little guy still hasn't been able to recognize his true face?

"Little Bu...Student Ye Siqi, stop dreaming, it's impossible. Even if you really do errands in my shop, that little errand fee will only cover your accommodation expenses, don't even think about the rest."

Han Luoqing indifferently rejected her whimsical request and turned to leave.

However, after only a minute he came back with a new schoolbag in his hand.

"Bought it for me?" Nan Yuan raised her eyebrows slightly, a little surprised.

This time, Han Luoqing finally got it right. He didn't buy a pink cartoon schoolbag. The schoolbag is gray-brown and has a good shape. Even after ten years, the style of this schoolbag is not outdated and can be used as a travel backpack.

Han Luoqing explained, "It's for you for the time being. When you leave, I have to leave this bag to me."

Nan Yuan snorted.

No wonder it's such a neutral bag, it turns out.

This man is really stingy.

In fact, it is rare for high school students to endorse schoolbags. First, because there are many people living on campus~lightnovelpub.net~ go directly to the classroom to read, and occasionally want to take back the dormitory, you only need to bring one or two books and hold them directly in your hand. Just carry it or hold it in your arms, there is no need to carry a schoolbag at all;

The second is because high school students always think they are adults, and think that schoolbags are only used by elementary school students and junior high school students. Even if they sometimes have to carry a schoolbag, it must be a one-shoulder sloping back, so that it is cool and mature enough. .

Nan Yuan is already very cool, so she doesn't need to look cool in such small details, she likes this backpack very much.

"Thank you Brother Han, the schoolbag is very useful." Nan Yuan said.

Han Luoqing felt that she still didn't like it enough, otherwise why was her expression so light, wouldn't the children cheer when they were happy?

Nan Yuan put away the newly obtained schoolbag and continued to do her homework. She didn't look like a child when she received a gift.

Han Luoqing saw that she quickly ignored the new desk lamp and the new schoolbag, and turned to the sea of ​​questions. For a while, she didn't know whether to be happy or disappointed.

Forget it, it's not for this little guy to repay himself anyway.

Han Luoqing looked at the door for two minutes. After thinking of something, he asked casually, "Student Ye Siqi, have you had dinner yet?"

Nan Yuan was solving a big problem, and because she had already invested in it, she replied without raising her head: "The school starts to provide dinner at half past five, what do you think, big brother?"

When Han Luoqing heard her call him big brother, he didn't even have a surname. For some reason, he wanted to laugh.

"You're asking this, could it be that... you didn't eat?" Nan Yuan slapped the pen in her hand to write the calculation process, looked up and gave him a look, "Why haven't you had dinner yet?"

Han Luoqing was swept away by her eyes, and he actually had the illusion of being reprimanded and educated.

Who did the little kid reprimand?