Brother Xia's favorite

Chapter 127 Fighting Together 12

Xia Yifeng sat on the edge of the bed with his head buried and rubbed the toes of his shoes on the ground: "I won't go back, I still have something to do."

Song Chen ignored it, and just put Xia Yifeng's few things into his bag. As for Xia Yifeng's clothes, Song Chen picked two at random, and planned to leave the rest here.

"Your uncle, does he know?" Xia Yifeng raised his eyelids and asked suddenly. If Xia Jianguo knew about Xia Yifeng's situation, Xia Yifeng really didn't want to stay here any longer.Fortunately, it was Song Chen who came, and Xia Yifeng thought that Song Chen still had to discuss it.

As a result, those who needed to discuss it didn't discuss it: "Uncle doesn't know, I'm keeping it a secret. If you don't want to go back, I don't mind letting Uncle come to invite you in person."

Xia Yifeng lost his temper.Xia Yifeng glared at Song Chen, who was bent over and kept tidying up, and muttered angrily: "Song Chenchen, you don't listen to me anymore!"

"It depends on which sentence it is." Song Chen zipped up the backpack, put it on his shoulder, then turned around and nodded slightly to Wu Xingye, "Brother Xingye, the matter of the air ticket is still troublesome." You, we have to go back as soon as possible, or my uncle will be suspicious."

Wu Xingye waved his hands indifferently, and walked into the aisle with his mobile phone.Xia Yifeng felt unhappy, and stared hard at Wu Xingye who was on the phone outside: "Why did you ask him to come with you? Who asked him to book a plane ticket?"

Wu Xingye poked his head in and gave Xia Yifeng a blank look: "ID card."

"Hey!" Song Chen directly put his hand into Xia Yifeng's trouser pocket, and dragged and pulled out Xia Yifeng's wallet.Xia Yifeng couldn't move his right hand, and his left hand had a lot of wounds. After struggling for two times, the determined Song Chen got it. Xia Yifeng was just about to yell and return it to me, but Song Chen opened his wallet quickly.

There was a back photo on the left side of the wallet. Song Chen didn't pay much attention to it. He first turned out Xia Yifeng's ID card and threw it into the hands of Wu Xingye who was waiting outside the door. Then he casually glanced at the photo. The photo was pulled out again.

Xia Yifeng stretched his neck and looked nervously. Song Chen's fingertips trembled slightly, and he raised his eyes to stare at Xia Yifeng again.Xia Yifeng immediately turned his gauze-wrapped head away, pretending to be nonchalant.Song Chen didn't say a word, Song Chen just put the photo back into the wallet with the front facing out, and then put the wallet into his backpack.

Wu Xingye walked in with his mobile phone: "It's booked, it's for the evening, we'll be back in the middle of the night."

Xia Yifeng stared immediately and said, "Who asked you to order it? I won't leave!"

Song Chen directly blocked Xia Yifeng's opinion: "Thank you Brother Xingye, when shall we go to the airport?"

Wu Xingye gritted his teeth and squinted his eyes to scan Xia Yifeng up and down: "It's all right, go early and rest at the airport for a while, this place is like a pigsty, I feel uncomfortable staying here."

If it weren't for Xia Yifeng's inconvenient movement of his hands and feet, he would probably have gone up against Wu Xingye a long time ago.Xia Yifeng, who couldn't hold Wu Xingye to vent his anger with his own hands, stomped angrily, and twisted his neck in a look that he would rather die than surrender: "I won't leave, and I won't leave even if anyone pulls me, Song Chenchen, your uncle's operation fee I haven’t got it yet, and I’m not going anywhere until I get the money.”

Song Chen lightly poked the bloody gauze on Xia Yifeng's forehead, causing Xia Yifeng to groan immediately in pain.Song Chen was so angry that the corners of his mouth curled up and he sneered again and again, pointing at Xia Yifeng's arm and choking: "You borrowed money for this injury, right? What else do you want, brother? Do you want me to die early so you can feel at ease?" Huh? Come back with me, I'll find a way with the money."

"What can you do?" Xia Yifeng didn't believe it at all, "Where can you, a poor student, get 20 yuan?"

"Why can't I help it?" Wu Xingye raised his eyebrows at Xia Yifeng provocatively, "I'm his man, I'll give it to him."

Xia Yifeng gritted his teeth viciously: "Who wants your money?"

"I want it." Song Chen took out a pen and paper from Xia Yifeng's drawer, buried his head while writing while explaining to Wu Xingye, "Brother Xingye, I lent you the money, can I return it to you slowly?" ?”

"What's the matter?" Wu Xingye leaned on the door frame with his arms folded and looked at Xia Yifeng who wanted to have an attack but couldn't. Isn’t it yours, why don’t you pay it back?”

Xia Yifeng's face was about to contort.

Song Chen ignored Wu Xingye, who was deliberately angry with Xia Yifeng, and wrote down the loan amount on his own, thought about a suitable interest and added it, and set the repayment period, and put the paper up carefully. After reading it carefully, he raised his pen and prepared to sign it.Xia Yifeng suddenly stretched out his left hand and snatched the signature pen between Song Chen's fingers, gritted his teeth and uttered three words: "I'll sign!"

Wu Xingye by the door clicked his tongue: "Can you do it, Xia Yifeng? I won't give it to you for nothing, can you still get it? Your reputation is not very good."

Song Chen could already see the veins jumping up on Xia Yifeng's forehead.Song Chen sighed, turned his head and looked at Wu Xingye helplessly: "Brother Xingye, stop talking, I'll borrow the money."

"Who asked you to borrow it?" Xia Yifeng threw the pen and slapped it on the table, "What's the matter? Are you afraid that your brother won't come up?"

Song Chen opened his mouth, then stood up and made room for Xia Yifeng. Anyway, even if Xia Yifeng signed, Song Chen would definitely pay back the money when he had the money in his hand. Song Chen was not worried.

Song Chen pointed at the IOU: "Brother, you can do whatever you want."

Xia Yifeng snorted heavily with his nostrils, picked up the pen and drew a name crookedly with his left hand.Wu Xingye, who was leaning against the door, squeaked again: "Can the one you signed with your left hand count? What will you do if you don't admit it in the future? Force me to do handwriting identification?"

Xia Yifeng choked for a moment, turned his head and squinted his eyes to look at Wu Xingye bitterly: "What else do you want? You didn't get enough beating last time, did you?"

Wu Xingye squinted his eyes and sneered: "Being beaten like a pig's head, how dare you tell me whether to beat me? Come on, Xia Yifeng, give me a fingerprint, I don't recognize your words."

Xia Yifeng glanced into the drawer: "Where the hell am I going to find ink pads for you now?"

Wu Xingye tapped Xia Yifeng's forehead with his hand: "Isn't the gauze still red, use your thumb to pestle it."

Xia Yifeng couldn't hold back any longer and wanted to beat up violently.

Song Chen dragged the IOU from the cabinet over, walked to the door and stuffed it into Wu Xingye's arms: "Have you two had enough trouble? Can you leave now?"

Wu Xingye casually stuffed the IOU into his trouser pocket, then reached out to pick up the backpack on Song Chen's shoulder: "Give it to me."

Before Song Chen had time to react, Xia Yifeng had already leaped out of the room, and slapped the back of Wu Xingye's hand away: "My left hand is still intact, Song Chenchen, give it to me."

Naturally, Wu Xingye refused to give in, one relied on his hands and feet, and the other held back his breath, dragging Song Chen back and forth and tearing quietly non-stop.

Song Chen stopped in his tracks, turned his head and sighed leisurely, looked at the two people who were making a fuss behind and said: "Okay, I wish you love each other and be united forever, I will take a step first, You go slowly."

The two turned off the flames in an instant, pursing their lips and not daring to speak.