After the young master was reborn, he was waiting to die

The end of the year always goes by quickly.

Wen Yinuo had been worrying about something not right with the two people in his family for more than ten days. But something was still wrong, and he had no time to worry about it.

——There is less than a month left until the end of the semester.

The art major at the school he attends is a little different from other schools.

In addition to the paper-based written exam, you are also required to submit a design assignment.

The excuse is to let students lay the foundation for their graduation project in advance.

Wen Yinuo was busy preparing for the CET-4 and CET-6 English exams, as well as his final exams, and he also had to design an entry for a competition.

I am so busy that I almost split the 24 hours in a day into 48 hours.

The two people at home are now completely relaxed. Fu Jincheng and Wen Jian, who used to work hard all day and rest for ten days, feel so distressed when they see Wen Yinuo getting up before dawn and going to bed at one or two in the morning.

In particular, Wen Yinuo had no time to chat with them except for eating every day.

"Hey, Dabao, come here." Wen Jian pulled Fu Jincheng to the corner.

Fu Jincheng kept looking back: "What's the matter, mom?"

"I remember you donated several buildings to Xiaobao's school."

"How about you go and give some advice to the school so that they don't put so much pressure on students during the final exams?"

"Relieve some of the burden on students."

Fu Jincheng was completely speechless:

"Mom, why don't you go by yourself?"

"Then I don't want Xiaobao to blame me after he finds out."

Given Wen Yinuo's forthright idealistic character, if she used her privilege to talk to the school for her own sake, the school would definitely ignore her for several days.

Fu Jincheng: ...

Is there anyone who deceives children like this?

"You say that as if I won't be blamed."

"And I like..."

I like Wen Yinuo.

He hadn't even thought of a way to test her. If he was hated like this, he would have no place to cry.

But halfway through his words, Fu Jincheng suddenly realized that Wen Jian still knew nothing.

He can't say.

"Huh? What? Tell me now!" Wen Jian rubbed her wrist and threatened, "Dabao, you don't want your mother to do anything, do you?"

Fu Jincheng swallowed and stepped back.

With no way to retreat, he simply knelt down.

“Mom, don’t force me.” The young man’s voice trembled, “I won’t tell you.”

At least, he wouldn't say it until he found out Wen Yinuo's attitude.

Wen Jian just wanted to tease the listless older cub because Wen Yinuo was too busy these days.

I never expected that this one sentence would have such a huge impact on the eldest child that he would kneel down on the spot.

Was she too fierce and serious just now?

"Dabao, get up quickly." Wen Jian hurried over to help him up, "Don't be so serious."

"If you don't tell me..."

I won’t tell you.

Mom doesn't have to force an answer from you.

Fu Jincheng, who only heard the first half of the sentence, hugged Wen Jian's calves with both hands, closed his eyes and began to squeeze out tears, his voice was extremely loud:

"Mom! If you push me again, I will tell Xiaobao about how you ate the banana and looked for it everywhere!"

Wen Jian: ...

Ha ha.

well.

Her brain was hit by the door just now, so she felt soft-hearted and thought she had gone too far, and sympathized with Fu Jincheng, the damn bastard.

"Tell me again?" Wen Jian repeated kindly, "What do you want to tell Xiaobao?"

Fu Jincheng looked away with a guilty conscience:

"It's not necessary to tell Xiaobao."

"As long as you don't force me to confess, I will definitely keep the secret to myself and will never, ever tell Xiaobao."

"Really! I swear on my character!"