Since she stopped asking, Shen Chong thought he had successfully deceived the world and breathed a sigh of relief, "Oh, okay, by the way, I changed my clothes..."

Lin Zhishu didn't answer him.

Shen Chong walked up and smoked her again, "Xinxin Mom, I have no clothes on your side."

Lin Zhishu then came back from his lost state, "Give your keys to Aunt Zhang, and I'll ask Aunt Zhang to get it for you."

"It's OK."

"I'll prepare a set for you next time."

"No!"

Shen Chong refused on the spot, and the things she bought must not be cheap.

Although it is spending money on the prodigal girls, wouldn’t it hurt to fight and fight?

For the boxing champion who relies on self-healing, blow-off shirts are simply the norm and a must-have repertoire program.

When Shen Chong entered the door, Xinxin wanted to pounce on her and hug her father, then braked suddenly when she came in front of her and hid back. The smell on Shen Chong's body was evident.

However, Lao Lin was very abnormal, so he was caught in the first place, but he didn't say anything later.

When Shen Chong entered the bathroom and started taking a shower, Lin Zhishu stood at the bathroom door in a complicated mood.

Then, she began to scold Shen Chong in her heart.

Liar, you hateful liar!

Do you think I don't know this glove?

Isn’t this the kind of gloves worn by black boxers?

I have such a heavy smell of sweat on my body and my sideburns are salty. Are you training just now?

You're also lying to me to work overtime!

I said how could Zhanyao Technology provide a car to a newly-employed employee?

Zhanyao Technology’s salesperson is probably just one of your jobs, and you are still working for the second job!

Your car is simply earned by working hard to punch!

No wonder you said last time that you were a regular visitor to the hospital. Can those who fight black fists not go to the hospital?

You have been retired for so many years, why do you still have to go crazy to fight black boxing?

What the hell are you thinking in your mind? Can Black Fist be the same as the professional competition you played in the past?

Do you know that it will be dead?

Even though I am here, why do you still do such stupid things? This is your life plan?

Have you ever thought about what to do if you die?

I hope you can be more motivated, but I have never thought of this way!

No wonder Lao Lin can associate it.

After all, Shen Chong used to be a professional boxer, and his money has come too quickly and too vigorously recently.

The company that he forced to argue was too unconvincing to get a car.

Cooperating with his appearance today, Xuanneng's boxing gloves, his breathless voice when he was calling, his panting expression and movement when he was found, and all kinds of factors combined, Lao Lin could only think in that direction.

Listening to the rustling sound of water coming from inside, Lin Zhishu clenched his teeth and was almost trembling with anger.

But she miraculously controlled herself again.

Last time, it was a disagreement to arrange for him to go to work in a financial company. Lin Zhishu knew that Shen Chong's self-esteem has become very strong and stubborn now.

If you rashly expose him, you may not only fail to change his mind, but also backfire.

Mr. Lin decided not to expose it for the time being. He must find a more suitable excuse and excuse to let him admit it actively and use more clever words to persuade him not to fight the black boxing.

"That, Xinxin's mother, is Aunt Zhang back?"

Shen Chong took a bath faster than Lao Lin imagined.

"Uh, not yet, it's not so fast! It takes at least twenty or thirty minutes to go back and forth, why are you so fast!"

"It's not too much for a man to take a five-minute bath!"

"What should I do now? Keep pouring it in hot water?"

"No, I've wiped it all dry."

Xinxin jumped over from the side and gave a particularly creative idea.

"Dad can wear mom's pajamas!"

In the end, Old Shen stood up in Mr. Lin's pajamas in a squeamish manner. Mr. Lin handed him in through the crack of the door.

Thankfully, Lao Lin is tall enough. Although her generous pajamas are very tight on Shen Quanwang, like a bodybuilder wearing a uniform, she still barely stuffed people in.

"Hey, don't buckle all the buttons too tightly, it will break it up."

His funny appearance made Lao Lin briefly forget about the fact that the King of Henry Fist was fighting the black boxing, and he endured an embarrassing smile and complained.

Shen Chong made the conversation decisively to death with the next sentence.

"That, isn't it normal for you to break it? Don't you have a cleanliness obsession? You won't be wearing it again after looking back, right?"

Lao Lin's face collapsed at that time, "Then are you planning to pay me a compensation? Nelswei's limited edition winter high-order version, the clothes and pants are combined for more than 120,000 yuan, I'll wipe it for you and bring it to you."

"Uh, I feel like I can wear it even if I wash it."

"Then what are you talking about!"

Shen Chong silently untied the two holes on the top of his chest, really afraid that they would collapse.

He was in a very heavy mood and felt like he was walking in a pile of gold.

Lottish and inhumane!

Having said that, I always felt that the action of touching the second button of my clothes became inexplicably vulgar.

What if I touch the inside of my clothes?

Ahem.

thump!

Sister Jiang, who finally got home after finishing her work, pushed open the living room door and saw Shen Chong wearing Lin Zhishu's pajamas. Maybe her feet were slipping and she fell directly to the ground.

Mr. Lin, you are afraid you are a fake cleanliness obsessed with it!

Lin Zhishu turned his head and saw Sister Jiang who was standing up holding the door. He knew what she was thinking, and his pretty face turned red.

But soon she felt the matter of Shen Chong fighting the black boxing again and calmed down again.

Compared to the child’s father going to fight black boxing, what is a mere set of high-order pajamas?

Anyway, let’s turn it over and put it in the bottom of the box first. Maybe I will forget about this when I take it out next year?

During the meal, Sister Jiang informed Lin Zhishu about bad news. Jingping's grandfather Xinxin was angry. If Lin Zhishu and Xinxin did not return to Beijing, the old couple would commit suicide and imprison him.

Upon hearing the news, Shen Chong, who was happily picking up food for Xinxin, was stopped at that time.

"You... are you going back to Jingping for the New Year?"

He asked quietly, and even the deaf could hear his loss.

Lin Zhishu nodded, and there was a rare silence on the dinner table.

Since ancient times, the day that Chinese people value the most is New Year's Eve, and the most important meal is New Year's Eve dinner.

I am busy and struggling to survive for a whole year. Only when I reunited with my family during the Chinese New Year can I truly feel the warmth under the cold impact of this wave of the times.

When Jiang Yu saw Shen Chong's expression, he realized that he shouldn't have mentioned this matter at this time, which was a little embarrassed.

Just then, Aunt Zhang came back with Shen Chong's clothes.

Shen Chong put down his chopsticks and stood up, "I'll go change my clothes, you guys eat first."

He looked like he was wearing tight pajamas at this time, and he didn't look funny.

Looking at his back, the countless words that Lao Lin had slandered him and slandered him, turned into more complex and difficult-to-understand emotions.

Jingping, with Xinxin and a whole family, he was having a reunion dinner lively in the courtyard with red lanterns.

At the same time, Shen Chong squatted alone in the rented house in Zhengdatian City.

Maybe he didn't even have the interest in watching the Spring Festival Gala.

He is an orphan and has no home.

Where is Xinxin, where is his home?

Now his small family has flew to Jingping to celebrate the New Year with another family, but there is no seat in that family.

He can raise a dog because he has loneliness hidden in his heart that he does not want to be easily exposed.

When he thought of his hard work in order to improve and have a better social status, Lao Lin tightened his fist.
To be continued...