Chapter 1794 - Waitress 70

　　Not knowing what kind of feelings it was, the little teacher did not choose to call the police, and instead called Lin Xueluo first.

　　A more friendly approach?

　　Or did she think that Xing s.h.i.+'er's nature was not bad?

　　"No, no, no!" Teacher Wen, please don't call the police! My brother has no ill intentions! "

　　Xueluo anxiously stopped her, "He just wanted to apologize to you … It really meant no harm! I'll go to your house now and bring him back! Please, don't call the police! "

　　Of course, Xueluo believed the words of the little teacher, about how to climb the wall and enter the room. If Xing s.h.i.+'er could walk on the normal path, it would be weird!

　　After getting the address of the little teacher's house, Xueluo immediately threw his little son in his arms to Mo Ranran, and quickly rushed over with Xing s.h.i.+si.

　　It had to be said that this Xing s.h.i.+'er could really stir up trouble!

　　He had asked for a call to apologize, to improve their relations.h.i.+p, and to improve their affability level. Yet he had actually gotten her address and even climbed over the wall to get into her house?!

　　But this way of doing things was still Xing s.h.i.+'er's! He truly had a unique advantage in these areas!

　　It was just that in terms of relations.h.i.+ps, Xing s.h.i.+'er was really terrible! It could be said that they were incompatible.

　　That was why the teacher had called the police!

　　… ….

　　The aroma of books in the young teacher's house was extremely rich.

　　As a Hetun, he had always been uncultured.

　　As one of Hetun's most beloved foster son, Xing s.h.i.+'er was even more uncultured.

　　The living room of the Wen family wasn't small. Two of the walls were filled with bookshelves. This kind of environment was both unfamiliar and novel to Xing s.h.i.+'er.

　　Father Wen had always been taking care of the young man in front of him, while Xing s.h.i.+'er was looking at his surroundings.

　　"Young man, how should I address you?"

　　Overall, Father Wen could only say that he did not hate Xing s.h.i.+'er. However, this young man was still the boyfriend that his daughter brought home for the first time, so he gave her quite a bit of face.

　　Xing s.h.i.+'er retracted his gaze that seemed like a scanner from all directions, and shot an impatient glance at Father Wen.

　　"Xing s.h.i.+'er! You can call me Twelve! "

　　Ten … "Two?"

　　Father Wen was slightly startled, his eyes filled with puzzlement and puzzlement. "You are ranked twelfth at home? Or was it born on the twelfth? Is there a special meaning to it? "

　　The possibility of the former shouldn't be high! After all, a family with twelve children was truly rare!

　　"Ranked twelfth." was obviously not in a good mood to be questioned like this by his father, who was investigating the matter of an account.

　　"Tsk … Ranked twelfth? "Oh my G.o.d, your mother has twelve children?!" Father Wen asked in shock.

　　The more he explained, the more confused he felt. Xing s.h.i.+'er was too lazy to explain anything else.