You make money, I spend it, the rich stepmother is happy

The gymnasium was crowded with people, and there were a lot of people.

For today's college entrance examination mobilization meeting, all the teachers in the third grade of Beijing No. [-] Middle School came.

The third graders of the two schools joined together, and the scene was very lively.

Around the gymnasium, many simple sheds were temporarily built to provide help for senior high school students who have psychological problems.

On the rostrum, the grade director is adjusting the microphone.

"Hey, 1...2...Hey..."

Qi Shaobai felt that the venue was too stuffy and noisy, so he wandered outside alone.

As everyone knows, there are no fewer people outside.

Just try to take the road with as few people as possible.

The leaves of the camphor tree cut the sunlight at the end of August into fine and mottled light spots, which are reflected on the concrete road of the campus.

He slouched, walking with his hands in his pockets.

The sun is not too harsh, but the breeze is blowing on the face, giving birth to a sense of comfort.

A girl was walking towards him, and she was caught off guard and collided with his eyes.

It was at this time that the shadows of the trees whirled.

A beam of light was restless, breaking free from the gaps in the leaves and shining down on the girl's plain and fair face.

Her eyes were clear, her eyebrows curled into two small arcs, her hair was tied behind her ears, her shoulders and neck were slender and smooth, and her soft hair was dyed the color of the sun, making her look warm.

The moment he raised his eyes, he met the clean and clear eyes of the young man.

Qi Shaobai's face was cold and indifferent, his chin slightly raised.

The pupils were immersed in the warm color of the sun, and the subtle rays of light surged, which was very beautiful.

The cicadas on the tree suddenly roared and buzzed as if they had made an agreement.

In an instant, the world seemed to be cut off into a vacuum.

The wind blows over the boy's broad shoulders.

The hem of the t-shirt moved with the wind, and the broken hair on the forehead also moved.

The eyes of the two overlapped briefly for a few seconds, and then quickly staggered.

Pass by.

……

When he returned to the gymnasium, Qi Shaobai had two more bottles of ice mineral water in his hand.

The central air conditioner above the venue blows cool breeze.

He's finally not that hot anymore.

Sheng Mumu followed the flow of people into the venue, and saw Qi Shaobai who was outstanding in the crowd at a glance.

Smiling and waving.

"Qi Shaobai."

Qi Shaobai was chatting with Wei Chaonan, when he heard the voice, he turned his head and motioned her to sit down with his eyes, there is a seat behind.

When Sheng Mumu sat down, he naturally handed over a bottle of water.

He just bought it by the way when he went out.

Qi Shaobai put his hands in his pockets, leaned on the chair, and introduced to Sheng Mumu:

"Our grade director is very nagging. You should be mentally prepared. It may take a long time to delay your return to the flower shop."

Sheng Mumu took the water, and the condensed water droplets on the outside of the bottle slipped onto her hands. It was icy cold, and most of the heat had disappeared, and she replied:

"It doesn't matter, you can talk for as long as you want. I'm free today and I'm only busy with your business."

The corners of Qi Shaobai's lips curled up calmly, "Yes."

The prelude to the mobilization meeting was the speeches of the grade directors and the heads of the teaching and research groups of each subject, analyzing the current severe situation and sounding the alarm to parents and students.

The content is boring.

In the first ten minutes or so, everyone could still listen carefully.

When the grade director took the microphone again and said, "Let me just add a few more sentences", the people below obviously lost their patience and began to look around.

The grade director's voice had the power to make people sleepy, and Sheng Mumu's head was in a daze.

If it wasn't for the air-conditioning in the venue, which is not a suitable environment for sleeping, she might really doze off.

Just as she finished yawning with tears in her eyes, the parents of the students in the front row suddenly turned their heads.

"Mrs. Qi, hello, sorry to bother you, I am the head of the purchasing department of Zhenyang Group, and my son is in the same class as your son."

The other party held the name tag in both hands and handed it over, with a smile on his face and the smoothness of an adult.

Sheng Mumu was stunned, and heard the other party say again:

"If your group has procurement needs, you can consider our company."

Sheng Mumu hesitated for a few seconds to take the business card, and nodded politely.

I thought it was just a polite way between the parents, so I just accepted the business card.

Unexpectedly, this closing was just a beginning.

In just 5 minutes, the parents of students in a small circle around have handed over their business cards one after another.

Sheng Mumu understood immediately.

Parents' meeting in aristocratic schools, a place for parents to socialize.

In the past, Qi Shaobai's school parents' meeting was always attended by Dong Tezhu.

Dong Tezhu's person was obviously gentle and honest, but he looked like his boss on the outside, not easy to talk to.

Probably these parents have long wanted to get acquainted and take this opportunity to make friends with the Qi family, but because there is no channel.

Today, it was her who seemed to have a weaker aura, and those people rushed over all of a sudden.

She was embarrassed to refuse directly, raised a formulaic smile, and after accepting the business cards handed over by everyone, she just said, "I'll go back and get it to my husband."

After dealing with these people, she secretly sighed.

He turned his head and gave Qi Shaobai a tired look.

Qi Shaobai seemed much calmer than her.

It seems to have become commonplace.

Sheng Mumu looked at Qi Shaobai's calm appearance, and for a moment, he seemed to see Qi Mo's shadow.

It dawned on her.

Although the two father and son are not directly related by blood.

But many places are surprisingly similar.

Qi Mo hardly showed up at Qi Shaobai's school, perhaps because he didn't want to show the slick and sophisticated society in front of the 17-year-old boy too early.

And Qi Shaobai's indifferent and reticent character is probably also a protective layer, shielding people around who want to take the opportunity to flatter him, and not bringing what he sees to Qi Mo.

Both of them are maintaining the purity of the father-son relationship in their own way, and they don't want to burden each other.

That's the reason, but Sheng Mumu still thinks they are too hypocritical.

Is there anything that cannot be clearly communicated face to face?

If it were her to be a father and get along day and night for so many years, they would have been able to drink beer together shirtless.

Sheng Mumu put the business card in his bag.

Then he looked in the direction of the podium, and frowned in doubt.

The grade director's "simply add two sentences" is not over yet.

The strange thing is that the densely packed heads of people in the front row seem to be all in the stands, but they are all facing the gate of the gymnasium.

Following everyone's line of sight, she looked over curiously.

A familiar figure appeared at the entrance of the gymnasium.

Qi Mo was tall and straight, standing by the door, his cold eyes swept over everyone in the venue, his aura was strong.

Finally, I met Sheng Mumu's eyes.

His eyes tightened, the tails of his eyes slightly raised, and he walked towards her.