Transmigrating Into The Villain Sickly Childhood Friend (MTL)

Chapter 73

Coming out of Kwun Tong’s iliac house area, Qiao Wen saw that it was too early, and took Chen Jianan to accompany him to the bookstore. First, he chose some suitable books for Tang Xingwei, and second, he wanted to buy a few books himself. Finally, naturally, he wanted to buy two serious English introductory books for Chen Jianan.

Fortunately, Father Chen has read books and is a good father who respects learning. Although his ineffective son didn’t like to study since he was a child, he still barely finished second form under the education of his feather duster. It’s just that my son is really not a student, so I didn’t force it anymore.

The popularization of education in Hong Kong City is not that great. The rich and the poor are quite different. Most of the rich and young masters will go abroad for gilding, and the low-level people are able to get ahead by studying, and they can be like the original. It is very rare to finish Form Five, and there are so many illiterate people in the city.

Although Chen Jianan reads sparsely, but at any rate, he can recognize a basket of large characters. There is no obstacle to reading a book and reading a newspaper. The only shortcoming is that the English is really poor. So far, he can only say hello three grams of oil. You can’t even count from one to twenty.

Qiao Wen also has a headache about this. Hong Kong City is a colony after all. Nowadays, English is one of the official languages. Will do.

However, this guy Chen Jianan had a good college scumbag style. As soon as he entered the bookstore, he couldn’t help but whispered: “There are so many books. Fortunately, I haven’t played cards recently, otherwise I won’t have enough underwear.”

Qiao Wen glanced at him speechlessly, and put the selected book in his arms and let him hold it.

Finally, when he came to the English bookshelf and saw that he had pulled out two books of Introduction to English, Chen Jianan was like a big enemy, but he was holding a stack of books in both hands and couldn’t spare him to stop him. Joe, don’t forget it? Don’t you teach me two English words every day? I memorize them well, there is no need to buy me a book, waste more money, put it back soon!”

Qiao Wen glanced at him lightly: “It’s okay, we are not short of money now.”

Chen Jianan wanted to cry without tears, so he could only bite the bullet and follow him to checkout.

Out of the bookstore, this product is still thirsty, trying to quietly throw the two books into the trash while Qiao Wen is not paying attention, but Qiao Wen can guess it with his toes.

So the two books arrived at home safely after all.

Since moving into a high-rise apartment, everything is convenient for Chen Jianan. The only inconvenience is that he can no longer turn the window and climb into Qiao’s house at night.

He turned over the balcony once, and almost didn’t scare Qiao Wen half to death. After berating him sternly, he ordered no more dangerous behaviors like this. After that, he could only knock on the door honestly and trouble Qiao Wen to open it for him.

After nine o’clock in the evening, Chen Canan washed through the cold, wearing a vest and pants, flipping slippers, knocked on the door of Qiao’s house. Speaking of it, since moving home, he has come to rub Qiao Wen’s bed even less because of his own bed. After half a year, the number of times that two people share the same bed can be counted with both hands.

In the past two months, because they were busy dealing with reporters and various social entertainments every day, the two of them hardly stayed together. It’s rare to have time tonight, and tomorrow is Saturday again, so he is ready to talk to Qiao Wen.