Quickly wear: The villain’s mother is pampered

"Qinghuai, what are you doing? Come down quickly."

Shen Zhiyi patted his shoulder, causing his wandering mind to return quickly.

"Huh? Mom, what's wrong?" Jiang Qinghuai looked at Shen Zhiyi in a daze.

Shen Zhiyi lightly hit him on the head: "Come down soon, we are at the place."

"Oh, okay, okay."

Jiang Qinghuai still felt absent-minded in the supermarket.

Shishen also noticed something unusual about Jiang Qinghuai today.

Taking advantage of Shen Zhiyi's shopping in front, he lazily joined hands on the shopping cart: "Go and feel what you really want, follow your heart, the outcome has changed, and everything will be solved."

It doesn't matter whether Jiang Qinghuai understands it or not, just click on it.

Walking to Shen Zhiyi, he picked up an attractive tomato with his slender hand: "Zhiyi, let's buy some of this."

"Okay." The two looked at each other and smiled.

Jiang Qinghuai looked at his parents who were dependent on each other from behind, and the sadness in his heart slowly eased.

I just had too many worries during this period, including some perverted investors and classmates who had some conflicts with him before.

Standing in the noisy supermarket, my heart slowly calmed down.

At noon, Shikigami cooked the meal. A few years ago, Shikigami suddenly became obsessed with cooking, and all the meals from nearby homes were given to him.

Nowadays, cooking skills are getting better and better, and almost all home-cooked dishes are at your fingertips.

After Jiang Qinghuai's family of three finished eating, it was time for him to leave.

But before leaving, Shen Zhiyi forced him to take back a package of things. The things were wrapped so tightly that he couldn't see what was inside.

In the end, my arms couldn't twist my thighs, so I returned to the apartment with this big bag, planning to take a nap before going to the laboratory.

After I unpacked all the big bags in the apartment, I felt warm inside.

There are several boxes of pickled pepper chicken feet made at home, fried chicken fingers and some sausages, which he usually likes to eat.

I opened a box of chicken feet with pickled peppers on the spot and it tasted familiar.

I couldn't eat anymore, so I rubbed my stomach and slowly lay on the bed.

I hope the investor has left this afternoon.

I took a nap for half an hour and felt warm all over.

I packed up my computer and the necessary books, carried my schoolbag, listened to soothing music with headphones, and embarked on a journey to see my school.

When he went out, he saw an unexpected person, the mysterious investor from this morning.

But his actions were obviously that of just coming back.

The man also showed a surprised expression: "Classmate Jiang, do you live here too?"

"Yes, and thank you for your help with our research."

The man waved his hand: "What's the matter? Our company also needs to open up new areas."

Jiang Qinghuai didn't want to get too involved with this man: "Sir, I'm leaving first. I have to go to class in the afternoon."

"OK, bye."

Jiang Qinghuai got on the elevator, looked at his clear facial features printed on the mirror, and sneered.

This is a lie, because you are too clumsy. Someone who can easily spend 200 million will live in the apartment. His purpose is definitely not pure.

But he didn't know what he was thinking at the moment, and he didn't dare to inquire rashly.

Just be careful and pay attention to him.

When I came to school, I put on my white research clothes. Now I look clean and dignified.

Seeing him coming, the senior brothers immediately gathered around him and asked with concern: "What's wrong? How is your health now?"

Jiang Qinghuai's face stiffened for a moment, but the next second he showed a weak smile: "It's almost healed, there's no need to worry anymore."

The senior brother patted him on the shoulder: "It's okay if you're fine, but if you feel uncomfortable, you must tell him in time."

But he touched his chin again and said to himself: "The investor who got free money this morning was really weird. He didn't care much about research and was always depressed."

Jiang Qinghuai's ears instantly caught a familiar name.

Bai Lan, Bai Lan!

It's no wonder that the strange investor this morning turned out to be him.

However, the two met more than ten years ago and have not contacted each other since. What is his purpose?

Jiang Qinghuai came home at night and met Bai Lan at the door again.

Looking at his poor acting, I suddenly felt that I was a little too stupid at noon.

Not in the mood to read any more, he said bluntly: "Bai Lan, stop pretending!"

The expression of the man opposite was blank for a moment. He swallowed the saliva caused by nervousness and looked over with a strange expression on his face: "Classmate Jiang, how do you know my name?"

Seeing that he still refused to admit it, Jiang Qinghuai lost his patience: "I am Jiang Qinghuai, what is your purpose of coming here this time?"

There was complete silence, the air seemed to be stagnant, and only the rising and falling breathing of the two people could be heard in the narrow corridor.

Seeing that there was no need to pretend anymore, Bai Lan interrupted everything with a chuckle: "Old classmate, won't you invite me to go home and sit down?"

Jiang Qinghuai turned around and opened the door in one movement. Bai Lan thought he just didn't welcome her, and lowered his head in disappointment.

But after he paused for a few seconds, he still didn't hear the sound of the door closing. He slowly raised his head and saw that the dark wooden door was slowly opening, revealing the clean and tidy decoration in the room.

His expression immediately changed from gloomy to clear, and he went in quickly as if he was afraid that someone would snatch him away.

When he entered the room, his movements were regular, but his eyes kept looking around.

Very good, there is no trace of the second person's life, but why is this room so empty, not even a flower.

It seems that Qinghuai is not very good at taking care of himself. He can just make up for this shortcoming. The two of them are indeed a match made in heaven.

Putting your feet together, placing your hands neatly on your knees, you sit upright on the sofa.

Jiang Qinghuai opposite had already taken off his jacket. His white short-sleeved shirt revealed his delicate collarbones. He raised his legs and exposed a small section of his ankle under his black jeans.

The whole person exudes a youthful charm.

Bai Lan hurriedly left his sight, his sexy Adam's apple rolled up and down, and he touched the bridge of his nose unnaturally.

He said in a hoarse voice: "Why don't you contact me?"

Jiang Qinghuai: "?"

I just felt a wave of confusion, my head was full of question marks, and I couldn't help but ask: "Why should I contact you?"

Bai Lan's fingers were clenched together so tightly that his joints turned white. His heart was burning with anxiety, and his tone of voice subconsciously quickened: "Didn't you receive the note I asked your brother Wang Erhu to give you?"

Wang Erhu, the chapter of memory was slowly opened, and he vaguely recalled his figure.