My Target is the Male Lead’s Son

Jian Mu: "..."

"It's not like Aunt Yu, I'm just talking to Brother Jian Mu about school matters." Fang Zhao suddenly didn't know how to explain.

Putting down the fruit, Yu Yan frowned and glanced at the two of them, "If there is something to cry about in school, I think he just bullied you, right!"

Someone who was inexplicably behind turned around and walked outside the house. Fang Xiao couldn't chase after him, so he stood there and waited for the hostess to chat.

After speaking, Yu Yan suddenly found something on the computer, and when she was about to look closer, Fang Yu immediately crossed the codeword software.

Although she feels distressed about those words, she feels that face is more important than those words!

"Are you writing a essay?" Yu Yan didn't understand her behavior.

"Yes, yes!" Fang Zhao nodded quickly.

Knowing that these adolescent girls have their own little secrets, Yu Yan did not reveal them, but said that she would help her with homework after she finished writing the composition.

As soon as she left, Fang Zhao quietly came to Jian Mu's room with the plate of fruits. It happened that his door was not closed. Fang Zhao saw him standing at the window calling someone.

After she went in with the fruit, Jian Mu just turned her head, her eyes flickered, and soon hung up the phone.

Looking left and right, Fang Zhao quickly closed the door tightly again, looking at her a little embarrassingly, "That...I wrote a novel...Can you tell others?"

After the conversation, Jian Mu suddenly put the phone on the table, took a glass of water on the table and took a sip, and said, "No."

In fact, Fang Zhao didn’t worry that he would tell others about it, because he was never a talkative person, and he rarely talked to his family about his own affairs, let alone other people, so Fang Zhao came here. Just to... take the initiative!

That's right, she has to let the director see her initiative!

"I really don't have a puppy love. What you just saw... just what my editor taught me, but I don't know how to write... that." She took a few steps forward, clasping her hands together, and seemed a little nervous.

Jian Mu frowned, "How did the editor teach you?"

Fang Zhao blushed, his eyes flickered, "He...he let me read that kind of comic..."

At the end of the conversation, Jian Mu couldn't help but frown, as if she didn't expect a little girl to be taken so badly.

"Why do you have to write this?" He fixedly looked at her.

Fang Zhao bit his lower lip and didn't dare to look up, "My mother wouldn't let me learn to paint, so I took the pocket money I had saved for a few months to sign up for a painting class online, so...no money."

Guessing and guessing that was the reason, Jian Mu suddenly took the black wallet on the table, took out a stack of money from it and placed it in front of her, with a low voice, "Stop writing, you have to take the college entrance examination, and you will learn more after drawing. Yes, your parents are also for your own good."

Fang Zhao didn't answer, but took a step back and looked at him innocently with his big eyes blinking, "My mother told me that you can't just ask for other people's money."

Looking at her innocent face, Jian Mu still lowered her head and pushed the money over, "You should buy milk tea for you."

"But I can't afford so much money even if I drink milk tea every day..." Fang Xiao still didn't answer, and seemed a little awkward.

"Then go buy spicy strips."

Fang Zhao: "...I don't eat spicy strips anymore."

Jian Mu turned around, and then sat on the desk aside, "Then I have to tell your parents about your writing in Xiaohuang and Wen."

When the words fell, Fang Xun's eyes widened in an instant, "I am not writing a little yellow essay, I am writing a painful youth essay!"

He tilted his head and glanced at the corner of his eye, "Whose youth will have this?"

Fang Zhao: "..." It's just that you don't have it!

As if he was really afraid of him saying it, Fang Zhao had to collect the money, and his two small hands were tightly clasped together, "Then...I will return it to you after I go to college and work part-time?"

"It's up to you." He seemed to be looking at something with a document in his hand.

Fang Zhao had to curl his lips, and then pointed to the fruit on the side, "This is what Aunt Yu just cut, eat it!"

"Yeah." He replied faintly.

Without knowing what she thought of, she suddenly moved a stool and sat next to him, holding her chin and looking at him, "Brother Jian Mu, do you have a girlfriend?"

The latter stared at her, and glanced at her faintly, "The kid asks not to ask so much."

"I'm 18 years old and I'm not a child anymore. You didn't know that a girl in our class had abortions twice!" She stared and said solemnly.

Jian Mu: "..." Is he old?

"Otherwise, let's add a WeChat? Can I ask you something I don't know in the future?" She blinked and stared at him scorchingly.

After a moment of silence, Jian Mu took out his mobile phone, and Fang Zheng immediately reported his WeChat account.

Feeling that he was already active enough today, Fang Zhao ran out without saying a few words.

After the female bishop finished her homework, she returned to her home.

The next day was Monday. When she went to school, there were a bunch of breakfasts of all kinds on the table. She seemed to have gotten used to it. She immediately gave the breakfast to the fat female classmate behind.

"Ahhhhhhh! Fang Xuan, I was so fat that I was fed by you!" The chubby female student behind couldn't help swallowing a small steamed dumpling with a look of satisfaction.

Fang Zhao shook his head, not knowing what to say.

Until then a girl with long straight hair walked over, and Fang Zhao couldn't make it too late.

"Xiao Jiujiu!" The girl hooked her neck, and then sat on the seat beside her, "What's wrong with Lin Gu? Go outside and ask, are there few girls chasing him in this school? Favorable and successful? Why can't you think so much!"

Fang Zhao opened her arm and glanced coldly, "I have someone I like!"

When the words fell, the girl suddenly laughed and slapped her on the desk, "I don't believe it!"

In order to get her to believe, Fang Zhao immediately took out his phone and clicked on Jian Mu's WeChat. After all his efforts, he finally found a photo taken by someone else at work in his circle of friends.

"See you, handsome, right?" She raised her eyebrows proudly.

The girl held her mobile phone and stared for a long time, before finally pursing her lips with a strange face, "I don't believe it, unless you call him to prove it to me!"

Just as Fang Zhao was about to say something, the class bell rang, so she shrugged and watched the girl return to her position with an unwilling look.

This was another physics class she hated the most. Fang Zheng had no intention of attending the class. Thinking of the system, she decided to take the initiative again!

Seeing that the teacher was still looking at the lesson plan with his head down, he secretly took out his phone and sent a message to Jian Mu quietly.

Ninth Princess: Brother Jian Mu, can I ask you a question?

Looking at the cartoon avatar dancing on the screen, Jian Mu, who was about to have a meeting, picked up the phone and went back.

Jian Mu: What question?

The colleagues in the conference room only saw that their general manager had been slow to turn off their mobile phones, and obviously it was time for the meeting!

Fang Xiao here secretly glanced at the teacher who was writing on the blackboard, and then quickly returned to the past.

Ninth Princess: Someone made me fall in love early, I know this is wrong, but what should I do if the other person is very handsome (﹏)