Chapter 4704
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He looked at Qin Chu staring at his rice in a daze.
Huo Mien didn't understand the situation and thought that Qin Chu was touched.
She even added happily, "You're welcome."
Qin Chu: "…"
They had a good meal. Huo Mien hadn't eaten so much in a long time. He was stuffed to death.
After dinner, the sky was already dark. Huo Mien looked down at the time on his phone. It was 7: 40 PM.
"The car is here. Let's go."
Qin Chu knew that she was afraid of going home too late. After all, she couldn't stay out all the time and make her mother worry.
"You haven't paid the bill yet."
Seeing that Qin Chu was about to leave, Huo Mien kindly reminded him.
Qin Chu pursed his lips and smiled. "Aren't you the one treating me?"
"When did I say that I was treating you …"
"Shouldn't you? I've helped you so many times … "
Huo Mien: "…"
Thinking that this meal must have cost a lot, Huo Mien wasn't sure.
He felt in his pocket and found less than a hundred yuan in change.
He turned to look at Auntie Wang guiltily.
"Auntie Wang … how much is it?"
"Let's go. President Qin is just teasing you. It's free."
"How can it be free? You cooked such delicious food for us … I have to give you something." Huo Mien felt that it wasn't good to eat for free.
He reached for the change in his pocket.
At this moment, Auntie Wang smiled. "This is President Qin's place. Everything belongs to his family. The house is his, the fish pond is his, even my salary is from the Qin Family … Why would I want money?"
"Um … this is your house?" Huo Mien was caught off guard.
"It's not my family. To be exact, it's mine … Three years ago, my dad and I came here to look at the land … I liked this place at first sight, so my dad bought it … Usually, Auntie Wang and Uncle Wang help us take care of the fish pond and some of the free-range poultry here. My mom likes to eat green vegetables and meat, so our family sometimes comes here to get ingredients."
"Alright … as expected of the rich." Huo Mien blushed with shame.
Seeing that this place belonged to Qin Chu's family, there was no need to pay.
Otherwise, if he really paid for it, he was afraid that he wouldn't have enough pocket money for next week.
When they walked out, the Audi that had escorted them was already parked at the entrance.
Qin Chu opened the car door and let Huo Mien get in first.
Then, he sat in the car. Along the way, the two of them didn't talk much. Perhaps they were afraid that the driver would hear them and it would be awkward.
When he got home, it was almost nine o 'clock. It wasn't too late.
The timing was just right, and Huo Mien was very satisfied with the food.
"Why are you back so late, Mian?"
Her mother asked when she saw Huo Mien come back.
"I went out with a few classmates."
"Where did you go?"
"To a fishing pond in the suburbs … I went fishing."
"Aiya, you girl … you're so naughty … I won't have to worry about you in the future. Why are you fishing in the middle of the night? It's so dark, it's so dangerous."
"Got it, Mom. I'm going to take a shower."
Afraid that her mother would keep nagging her, Huo Mien found an excuse and quickly ran away.
Zhixin added, "Mom, my sister must've gone out with a boy. Look at how guilty she looks."
"Shut up and do your homework."
"Mom … you're so biased … Why do you scold me every time I play basketball until 7 o 'clock? My sister comes back at 9 o' clock … and she's fine." Zhixin expressed his strong dissatisfaction.
At this moment, Yang Meirong said something that hurt Zhixin's heart.
"If you can be like your sister and get first place every time and get a scholarship, you can play all night and not come back …"
Zhixin: "…"
"Mom … you're my biological mother." Zhixin wanted to cry but had no tears.
After Huo Mien finished showering and crawled into bed in satisfaction, she received a text message on her phone.
She thought it was Qin Chu and quickly opened it.
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