She was pregnant with the villain the night she wore the book

Li Zifan clenched his fists, his joints creaked, and he left X&H angrily and disheartened.It's just that the elevator door just opened, and He Haoyan happened to come out of it.

He Haoyan didn't know Li Zifan, so he just glanced at him and walked inside.

Li Chengxiao had just had a face-to-face encounter with Li Zifan, and was very annoyed when he heard a knock on the door.

He raised his head with a grim expression, Li Chengxiao was already majestic when he wasn't smiling, but now it was frighteningly cold.

He Haoyan trembled in his heart, but he still called out "President Li" tremblingly.

Li Chengxiao didn't expect that He Haoyan would come to him, so he was taken aback, and asked, "What are you doing here? If you have any questions, you can ask your agent or company to come forward, just contact Manager Luo from the entertainment department."

He Haoyan took two steps inside, and said in a low voice, "President Li, you misunderstood me. I didn't come here because of filming. I came here... for a personal matter."

As he spoke, he took out two bottles of medicine from his carry-on bag and put them on the tea table. He said, "I came here specially to thank you for saving me that day..."

"You're welcome," Li Chengxiao said in a business-like manner, "I'm the producer. As the core character of this movie, if something happens to you and delays the progress of filming, you will lose my money."

This cold attitude made He Haoyan feel chilly, but he was not discouraged, he puffed up his chest slightly, and said, "Although it is like this, I still want to thank you."

He pushed the medicine in again, and continued: "This medicine has a very good therapeutic effect. It is a signboard of a famous old family of Chinese medicine. I also waited in line for a long time to buy it."

Li Chengxiao nodded politely and distantly: "Thank you, I've taken the trouble, but I already have a doctor prescribe medicine for me."

"But this is really useful," He Haoyan said, with a anxious tone, "I also came over yesterday afternoon, but you were not here."

Without even thinking about it, Li Chengxiao said, "Oh, yesterday afternoon, I had some personal matters."

"It's about you..." He Haoyan paused, "Is it about your boyfriend?"

When he thought of Song Huai, his heart was full of unwillingness.

Why should Boss Li be such a busy person, take the time to spend an afternoon with him?

He really waited here for Li Chengxiao all afternoon yesterday, until after eight o'clock in the evening, but no one came, so he left sadly.

Li Chengxiao was taken aback for a moment, then smiled: "No."

He Haoyan immediately felt a lot more balanced.Unexpectedly, the next second, he saw a deeper smile on Li Chengxiao's face.

President Li said, "He is my wife."

He Haoyan was so jealous that his eyes were red and bleeding. He suppressed the resentment in his heart, pulled the corners of his mouth stiffly, and showed a smile that was uglier than crying: "Your Madam is so happy."

When Li Chengxiao heard this, the smile almost spread from the corner of his mouth to his cheeks.

"I really won't take this medicine anymore," Li Chengxiao returned to his original cold expression, "Take it back, I won't use it if I leave it here."

Unexpectedly, He Haoyan hurriedly said: "If you don't know how to use it, I will teach you. It's very simple. How about I wipe it off for you now?"

Help him, put medicine on his waist?

Li Chengxiao opened his eyelids and looked at him coldly.

He Haoyan panicked in his heart, and said in a pretentious manner: "I, I have no other intentions..."

Li Chengxiao was too lazy to chatter with him, and raised his chin towards the door, the meaning of chasing the guest was very obvious: "I'm very busy, Mr. He."

He Haoyan bit his lip, awkwardly took his own medicine, and walked slowly towards the door.

"Wait," Li Chengxiao's voice suddenly remembered.

He Haoyan was overjoyed, turned around, and looked at Li Chengxiao expectantly.

"Don't come to me privately in the future. If you have anything to do, you can contact Luo Rulin through a broker or a brokerage company," Li Chengxiao said firmly, "You are a public figure who came here to find the investor's boss in private. It's not good to hear the news. It will affect your reputation, which will directly affect the word-of-mouth of our drama."

He Haoyan's heart sank completely. Li Chengxiao opened his mouth and shut his mouth because of the word-of-mouth of "Temple of the Temple", and he firmly positioned their relationship as a purely financial interest relationship, so indifferent that he did not contain any personal feelings.

However, Mr. Li also sprinkled salt on his wound.

"For me," Li Chengxiao thought of Song Huai, and a smile subconsciously appeared in his eyes. Anyway, Song Huai is not here, and Mr. Li arranges his own baby without any psychological burden. He said, "I'm afraid The unscrupulous reporter wrote the news blindly, and my wife saw it, and he should make me kneel down on the durian again, my family is very strict."

"He is just a little vinegar bag."

Song Huai, who was never willing to let his old man kneel down on durian, sneezed twice in a row in the remote Lvxiang Vocational and Technical College.

After He Haoyan left, Li Chengxiao sighed deeply. First Li Zifan and then He Haoyan, each of them made him unhappy.

He called Chen Zhizhang: "You have something to do these two days. Set up a reception desk where the elevator enters the door. Don't let him in without an appointment."

Because X&H is a new company and is still small, it only occupies the first floor of this office building, so at the beginning Li Chengxiao did not set up a front desk based on the principle of streamlining personnel. I think it is still very useful to stop some people who don't want to see.

He Haoyan left the office building full of depression, aggrieved and jealousy, and just two steps out of the gate, he was blocked by a man.

"Let me introduce myself," the man said, "My surname is Li, and I'm your brother Li."

He Haoyan was not interested in him at first, but when he heard Li Chengxiao's name, he suddenly raised his head.

When Li Zifan saw He Haoyan, he was taken aback for a moment, then raised his chin, pretended to look around twice seriously, and said "tsk tsk" twice: "Like, it really looks alike."

Not only like Song Huai, but more like Song Chen.

Li Zifan's heart suddenly felt itchy.

"What? Want to climb into my brother's bed?" Li Zifan raised one corner of his mouth, his face full of teasing, "But as far as I know, apart from Song Huai, I never know who my brother has looked at twice."

He Haoyan's eyes were dodged by He Haoyan's words: "I, I don't understand what you are talking about."

As he spoke, he pushed Li Zifan away, almost fleeing in despair.

Li Zifan looked at He Haoyan's back, narrowed his eyes slightly, unable to see clearly the emotion inside.

**

Song Huai didn't see his roommate until three days later.

That night, Song Huai had just finished taking a shower and was wiping his hair with a dry towel when the door opened.

A young man wearing a tracksuit appeared at the door. He also looked sporty. As soon as he opened the door, he smiled with his big white teeth, giving him a very sunny feeling.

"Hello," said the other party, "you are my new roommate, right? My name is Gao Junchen."

The other party was too cheerful and enthusiastic, and Song Huai couldn't help laughing: "Hello, my name is Song Huai."

"You look very young," Gao Junchen said, "like a high school student."

"I'm going to be 21 soon, not too young," Song Huai Le said, "Compared to the rest of the class, I can almost be considered an 'uncle'."

Indeed, most of their classes are children who have come to vocational technical colleges after graduating from high school or even junior high school. They do not have a particularly high degree of education, so they come here or are pressured by their parents to come here to learn a craft.

Gao Junchen couldn't help laughing, and said familiarly: "I'm 24, so I should be of the 'grandfather' generation. You can call me Uncle Gao."

Uncle is naturally impossible, after all, his old Gong is several years older than him, so what should he be called Li Chengxiao?

Grandpa?

Thinking of his old Gong, Song Huai couldn't help laughing out loud.

Gao Junchen was amused: "Is your smile so low?"

Song Huai just smiled and waved his hands: "I'll call you 'Brother Gao'."

The two chatted for a while before Gao Junchen grabbed his clothes and went to the bathroom to take a shower.

The next day, Song Huai went to class with his roommate.

The focus of private vocational schools is to cultivate students' hands-on ability, so the theoretical knowledge will be relatively less.But in class, Song Huai found that Gao Junchen's theoretical knowledge was very solid, even more solid than his.

When he came here through the book, he just finished reading his junior year, and basically had no professional courses in his senior year, that is to say, Song Huai had almost finished his professional knowledge, but he found that Gao Junchen was better than him in professional knowledge. It must be full, and this person's ability to connect theory with practice is very strong, as if he has been specially trained before.

"Brother Gao," Song Huai asked him with a wrench in his hand, "Are you a full-level boss and go back to Xinshou Village to experience life?"

Gao Junchen was overjoyed, and said: "It's not so exaggerated, I think you have a solid grasp of the theoretical system."

"I learned a little bit of theoretical foundation before," Song Huai said.

Today's class is practiced in groups of three, Song Huai, Gao Junchen, and another 16-year-old boy named Liao Yihao.

Liao Yihao looked pampered. From the beginning of the experiment in groups, he basically stood aside as a wax table, and either frowned or covered his mouth and nose, looking very disgusted.

Song Huai and Gao Junchen didn't pay much attention to this. They cooperated tacitly, and they were the group that completed the teacher's request the fastest.

During the meal, besides Song Huai and Gao Junchen, Fu Geng from another group sat with them.

Fu Geng was only 16 years old, and he didn't go to school until he graduated from high school, because he was really not that kind of material, he was always distracted in class or fell asleep, but his hands-on ability was good since he was a child, so his parents thought about sending him to Come here to learn.However, although his qualifications are considered good among other people with the same conditions, after all, he has not systematically studied vehicle engineering knowledge, so he is still a little confused at times.

"Brother Song Gao," Fu Geng was still very excited, "you are too good, you will finish it so soon!"

Young people have a strong mentality, so he admires Song Huai and Gao Junchen.

Song Huai smiled: "It's okay."

But Fu Geng said again: "And it's still just you two," he curled his lips as he spoke, casually stirred the rice in the bowl with chopsticks, and said, "Liao Yihao acted like a wooden man the whole time." Standing there, doing nothing to help."

"Everyone has different ideas," Song Huai said, "The purpose of coming here is also different. Look at me, I just want to make a move, and I don't have the position to control what happens to others."

"Yes," Gao Junchen nodded, "It's all a matter of personal choice."

"Then I really want to be in your group," Fu Geng sighed, "Aren't they satisfied with being in the group with the two great gods? I can't even ask for it!"

Song Huai laughed: "If you don't understand something, you can ask me, and I will tell you what I know."

"And me," Gao Junchen glanced at Song Huai and smiled.

"Brother Gao Song," Fu Geng was quite moved, "You are so kind!"

The courses in the next few days are all practical simulation operations conducted in groups.

Fu Geng and his group were all three little boys aged sixteen or seventeen, with no theoretical basis. Song Huai saw that they seemed to be struggling a bit, and the teacher was too busy instructing other groups, so he said to Gao Junchen: "Gao Junchen Brother, I’ll go to Fu Geng’s place to have a look, you’ll have to bear it first, is it okay?”

"It's okay." Gao Junchen glanced at Fu Geng and said, "You go, I think they really seem to be a little confused, maybe it's because they don't understand the circuit very well, it's really difficult there, you can go and talk to them .”

Song Huai passed by, leaving Gao Junchen alone.

Gao Junchen was tinkering in front of the headlights and needed a wrench. He wanted to ask Song Huai for help, but suddenly remembered that Song Huai was teaching Fu Geng and the others, but he was too busy to stop, so he said, "Liao Yihao, help me get the Lower the wrench."

Liao Yihao stood aside like a master, not moving.

Gao Junchen gave a "tsk" and was about to say something to him, but Song Huai was already coming back. He heard the conversation between the two of them, and hurried over and said, "It's okay, I'll come."

Song Huai walked to the rear wheel and squatted down to reach for the wrench - he remembered seeing it there before.But the wrench ran into the middle of the base at some point, Song Huai had no choice but to get down on the ground to get it.

"Here," Song Huai handed over the wrench and smiled.

Gao Junchen laughed aloud: "Why does your face look like a cat?"

Song Huai was taken aback for a moment: "Is there? It may be that I accidentally rubbed engine oil somewhere just now."

Gao Junchen said that he was about to reach out to help Song Huai wipe it off, but Song Huai took two steps back abruptly, stretching out his hand to wipe his face indiscriminately, and said with a smile, "I was too careless, haha."

Gao Junchen looked at the young man in his early 20s who was laughing silly while wiping his face, but his hands were not clean at all, so his originally white face really looked like a dirty little cat up.

Looking at it, Gao Junchen suddenly felt itchy, as if his heart was really scratched by the little cat's paw.

The heartbeat may always be a momentary thing, it may be a certain look back, it may be hearing a word from him, or it may be like now, just a young man's silly and open-minded attitude towards life.

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Mr. Li, come quickly, someone misses your wife!