Chapter 161
Xiao Nian, who was kindly sharing mysterious resources, was educated head-on in the middle of the night, and was washed away from being an individual to the ideological height of the entire country and even all mankind.
Xiao Nian was simply confused.
Xiao Nian: [Dad, I just strive for the reproduction of human beings! 】
Pei Zhen:…I’m sorry, my father will really not be able to reproduce in the future.
I couldn’t explain clearly to Xiao Nian, the straight man. Pei Zhen was tired. He turned off his phone and threw it to the side and frowned and began to think.
There are also things like men falling in love in the entertainment industry, and Pei Zhen has more or less listened to those things about men.
Pei Zhen was so entangled. To be honest, he was so conscientious that he naturally couldn’t bear to bear to be injured by Actor Fu.
Squeak—
The sound of the bathroom door opening interrupted Pei Zhen’s thoughts, and Fu Sichen walked out after taking a shower. He was still staring at water on his hair, and his lower body was surrounded by a bath towel. He glanced at Pei Zhen, and he smiled and turned to the wardrobe.
“I haven’t slept yet” opened the closet, and Fu Sichen flipped over his clothes, “I’ll get up early tomorrow…”
Before he finished speaking, something fell from the cabinet with a click.
It is a fountain pen.
It is indeed some era, and the marks on them have been worn out to the point of being wiped out. But as soon as she saw the pen, Pei Zhen immediately discovered that it was his.
It has been several years, and it will be during the summer vacation of the third year of junior high school. His father made it for him by himself, and it has a unique shape and is the only fountain pen in the world.
Pei Zhen, or the Pei family, is not a person who pays much attention to the past. The pen was broken, and Pei Zhen didn’t even think about whether to replace it. Pei Zhen’s father was so proud that he wanted to throw it away.
Now, now, this
“This…” It was like a hidden child suddenly got a secret dug out. Fu Sichen’s ears were a little red, and he picked up the pen and smiled, “This is done by your father himself, I think it is not appropriate to throw it away.”
So he has been treasured since his first year of high school to the present