The No. 1 women's clothing boss in national clothing

Yu Yao had dinner in the school cafeteria. Ever since He Jinping stopped eating with him, cooking seemed like a waste of time.

After eating, he went to the library, and when he got home, it was past eight o'clock. He opened the door and the living room was pitch black. Just as he thought He Jinping hadn't come back, he heard a voice from the balcony: "Call here for lectures? Are you not Why do you care what I do?" The voice was full of anger, and the smell of scum was so strong, Yu Yao flicked on the light, He Jinping suddenly turned around, glanced at him, stopped talking, and took a big stride with his mobile phone Go to the bedroom.

"Kang" to the door.

Yu Yao rubbed his face, thinking that he shouldn't have turned on the light just now.The tone of the phone call is usually to family members. I have lived with him for so long, and it seems to be the first time I hear him make such a call.Putting down the things and walking to the bedroom, the two of them were close to the door, and I had no choice but to get closer, I didn't listen to the wall... Yu Yao thought about it for a while, then turned his footsteps slightly, tilted his body, and leaked the words "passed" "Okay", "I want you to manage" and the like-seems kind of rebellious.

This afternoon, he stayed at home after class in the morning. When he heard someone knocking on the door at three or four o'clock, he put down his phone and went out to open the door.

There were four or five people standing in the dark outside the door.

Standing at the front is a middle-aged woman, dressed in a well-groomed but slightly plain women's suit, with her left hand resting on the hand of a girl next to her, her facial features are thin and beautiful with light makeup on, her temperament is capable and neat, and her expression is between arrogance and amiability Although he is not very old, he feels a little old-fashioned.The girl standing next to her was also in a professional suit, wearing glasses, she was delicate and shrewd, and behind her stood three tall men in black clothes. They were tall and straight, and they were undoubtedly bodyguards.

Yu Yao once again turned his gaze to the middle-aged woman, feeling that she looked a little familiar, and many images of evil mother-in-laws in Zhaidou TV dramas appeared in his mind.He smiled: "Excuse me, you—"

Song Junwan nodded, and coughed before speaking, which attracted everyone's attention, and said slowly, "Hello, does He Jinping live here? I'm his mother, come and see him."

This is fucking, it doesn't feel like it.Yu Yao stepped back again and again: "Yes, yes, please come in, please come in, but Xiaohe is not off work yet, let's come in and have a cup of tea."

Song Junwan smiled slightly, a few fine lines appeared in the corners of her eyes, and the assistant hurriedly opened the door for her.She nodded, stepped into the room, raised her head slightly at the door, looked around casually, and smiled again noncommittally.

This posture...Yu Yao somehow felt that her aura was really amazing, and she was a little frightened.

She sat on the sofa, folded her legs very carefully, put her hands on her knees, and continued to look around the whole room.Yu Yao washed the cup and made tea and came over, put the cup flat in front of her, and looked back.The assistant stood behind her, and several bodyguards stood outside the door.He had never seen such a battle before, and looked at the assistant: "...are you sitting?"

The assistant smiled and shook his head.

Song Junwan picked up the teacup, lowered her lips, took a sip, and raised her eyebrows. She seemed to have some opinion on the tea, but she didn't say anything. Instead, she looked up at Yu Yao who was nervously standing beside her, and pushed her flatly: "Please Sit down, what's your name?"

Yu Yao put the tea tray with four cups of tea on the coffee table, and sat down beside him with a smile: "Your surname is Yu." He thought for a while, "Aunt He, Xiao He is not a local, right? To see him?"

"Hehehe, it's business, just come over to have a look." She spoke without an accent, very standard Mandarin, with a slightly provocative and melodious feeling, as long as she opened her mouth, it was slow and unhurried, and it would soon become a conversation center of.Yu Yao guessed in his heart that this kind of person is likely to be a leader, and his posture is similar to that of his father in meetings.

She pondered and said, "How old is Mr. Yu today? He looks very young and energetic."

"27, thank you for the compliment hahaha."

She raised her eyebrows, with a smile on the corner of her mouth, and looked back at the assistant: "Yo, that looks young, I thought you were the same age as Xiao He." The assistant nodded and smiled in agreement.

Yu Yao laughed dryly again, you and I said polite words for a while, Song Junwan asked to see He Jinping's room, Yu Yao thought this was his real mother, so he took the spare key and opened the door, saying that you can look at it alone Look, I won't bother you.

He went to the kitchen by himself, and sent a text message to He Jinping: "Your mother is here."

About ten minutes later, there was a rustling sound at the door, the door was pushed open, and He Jinping squeezed in from the door, with fine sweat on his face, breathing a little hurriedly.Yu Yao stood up from the sofa and gestured to his room.

The assistant came out of his room, nodded and smiled, He Jinping directly staggered away from her, and strode into the bedroom.

Song Junwan stood in a relatively crowded room, frowning deeply. In front of her were several instant noodle boxes and a pile of charging cables. Various books and periodicals were scattered on the table and on the floor, and the bed beside her was also scattered. Covered with crumpled clothes, he looked back at He Jinping who had barged in, and smiled: "Hey, son."

He Jinping's face was ugly: "What are you doing here?"

"I'll come to see you." Slowly, he raised his hand to pick up a pair of pants he threw at the end of the bed, "You, you, look at you, you are so big and you don't know how to clean up, how can these pants be cleaned?" Do you want to put it like this? Use the iron to fix it in a while—discuss with your mother if you want to come out to live, don’t we have a suite here, Aunt Wang will call you over to take care of you, let’s see what it looks like.”

He Jinping pulled the trousers out of her hand: "Don't touch my things."

Song Junwan still smiled, and sighed again: "What's so fierce, mom, it's not for your own good."

He Jinping pushed her out until they reached the living room. Yu Yao quickly stood up and offered his seat to the two of them.Song Junwan supported the sofa and sat down, took another sip from the teacup, and looked at the assistant: "It's cold."

Before the assistant moved, Yu Yao hurriedly changed the hot water for her. He Jinping squinted at her with a cold light: "What are you doing here?"

Yu Yao hid in the kitchen.

It seems that the relationship between mother and child is not very good.

Song Junwan's melodious voice came over: "I haven't seen you for more than a month, shouldn't I come and have a look? When I was leaving, I should discuss it with my parents? How about working here? I asked you to work in your father's company." , the future is bright, if you don’t like it, Mom tells you that you will suffer if you don’t listen to the old man, this sentence is true.”

"If you hadn't said a few words, I might still be at home now."

"I'm talking a lot for your own sake—"

"Don't say it's okay, I'm such a big man, you still want to control me for the rest of my life?"

"That's what I planned. You are an only child, so I can't be sorry for you."

"bother."

"What are you doing here? Our house is uncomfortable? Look at the mess in your house. Can you live without me and your father?"

Yu Yao came out with new tea and put a cup on the coffee table. Song Junwan thanked her with a sideways look, and changed the subject: "Son, you are really taken care of by Mr. Meng Yu here, right?"

He Jinping sneered, his handsome eyebrows frowned impatiently, and he turned his head to one side.

Yu Yao laughed awkwardly, "Where is it? It's nothing, Xiao He is very capable, and sometimes I often trouble him." At this moment, He Jinping is still in a one-sided cold war with him.Slightly raised his head for a glance, only saw the straight and tall bridge of the nose and the cold look in the eyes.

Yu Yao is planning to go out for a walk now, so that the mother and son can have a good chat.

Song Junwan raised her voice a bit: "He is capable? No, no, no, it's useless. It's okay for us to take care of it at home, but it's like running wild with a wild horse alone. This kid, don't look at him in his 20s, is not sensible at all. I don’t have the ability to take care of myself at all.”

He Jinping raised his hand and grabbed the sofa behind her suddenly, his voice was suppressed: "Do you have to hate me in front of outsiders?"

Song Junwan added: "——I really want to save face!"

Yu Yao smiled, and said politely: "No, he's really nice."

"Okay?" Putting down the teacup with a "snap", Song Junwan raised her hands and made a gesture of discussing policies, "Mr. Yu, to tell you the truth, Xiaohe is only a young master at home, eating, drinking and having fun with his friends all day long. Water, wine bag and rice bag. I dare say, he must not have cooked a meal by himself when he came here. Look at the instant noodle box in his room. I am a mother, and I dare Say, he must play games every day..." Her voice was cadenced and full of music, and what she said didn't sound like a reproach, but like a joke, and there was a reproach in addition to the joke.

He Jinping's complexion was already ugly, and anyone would be upset if he was denied in such a way in public.He raised his hand to pinch the space between his eyebrows, and suddenly kicked his foot on the base of the sofa, his voice seemed to be going crazy: "Mom!"

Song Junwan paused, leaned over, and asked very gently: "What's wrong?"

He Jinping rubbed his forehead: "Can you shut up?"

"Yo." She raised her eyebrows in a little surprise, "You're still not convincing."

He Jinping paused every word, clenched his hands tightly, and the blue veins snaked along his thin and strong fingers to his arms: "I'm already working hard to learn how to live?"

The assistant smiled: "Indeed, madam, you should also give the young master some time and space."

Song Junwan opened her mouth: "It's still mine, right? Am I wrong? Hey, it's right to raise a poor boy and a rich girl. I shouldn't let him live so smoothly—I'm doing it for his own good."

Yu Yao stood silently for a while, then took a few steps forward, and gently refuted Song Junwan's words: "I'm sorry, Auntie, I want to say a few words for Xiaohe, he is really doing well during this period of time here, and he is here every day. Eat well, and be quite frugal—" After a pause, it suddenly dawned on me why He Jinping looked so fucked up sometimes, regardless of the importance of saving, "I eat breakfast, lunch, and dinner well. Since the beginning of work, I seldom play games anymore. I understand your feelings as a mother, but I don’t quite agree with your denial of his behavior. Xiaohe, he is actually a very independent and good social person. He can take care of others, behave decently, and get along with him. I I feel very happy. It’s not appropriate to say that Xiaohe is an adult after all—many parents don’t know how to educate their children, such as denying their children’s growth, disrespecting their face and dignity, and often saying “I’m for you” Well, these words are used to block people, and these behaviors may ruin a child's life."

After saying this, he realized that his tone was a bit serious. He smiled, but Song Junwan frowned: "Mr. Yu is not a parent, and what he said is all dead knowledge in books, I don't agree with it."

Yu Yao said gently: "Theory is the summary of practice. I minored in educational psychology in college. My parents and I are both teachers, so we should know more about education than you."

Song Junwan's tone became blunt: "It's not a school, what kind of education is it? Besides, at his age, does he still listen to these innocuous things that fool children?"

Yu Yao glanced at He Jinping, and he looked away, with a handsome and distinct profile.

He nodded and said, "So, your initial education method may be wrong, I just hope you don't make the same mistakes again and again."

After a pause, "I strongly disagree with your evaluation of Xiao He."

……

People take tea to cool off.

Yu Yao was rinsing the teacup in the kitchen, the cold water flowing down his fingertips.I was a little impatient just now, I don't know his family at all, and it's too arbitrary and self-righteous to say such impolite words just based on her words and deeds.But when she saw He Jinping say that, even though he didn't believe it, others were different.Talking about and criticizing your son in front of strangers may be showing off and out of mother's love, but it's not right.

However, apart from some problems with education, Song Junwan was very organized and measured. The friction was already obvious just now, but she was able to smile slightly and briefly bring up this topic.

It's rare to see such a strong woman.

After ordering a bowl of noodles, Yu Yao stood in the kitchen and finished eating slowly.Just now He Jinping went out with his mother and said that he wanted to see her off, and probably had dinner outside.After washing the dishes, he sat back on the sofa, his mind was full of He Jinping.He didn't know much about He Jinping's life from childhood to adulthood. He seemed to have complained on the Internet before that his parents had some minor problems, but they were too strict with him.Children who grow up suppressed by their parents tend to go to two extremes. One is to be completely timid and rely on their parents, and the other is to start to resist and strongly resist the arrangements of their parents.He Jinping may have gone to the second type, and he has also become a disobedient and serious child in the mouth of his parents.

Yu Yao’s family was very open-minded when he was a child, his parents respected him very much, probably because he was too happy, so he came out very confidently, but was bruised by his parents who couldn’t accept it, and fell into hell. The contrast between before and after is huge. I still feel emotional when I get up.

His thoughts were confused, his mind was blurred, and he fell asleep slowly.

Opening his eyes, Yu Yao suddenly woke up and sat up from the sofa.The air-conditioning hovered on the ground, the arms were cold, the clock on the wall was ticking, and the sound of splashing water came from the kitchen.Stretching out his feet to put on slippers, he realized that there was an extra blanket on his body.He took the blanket and walked towards the kitchen. The tall figure was turning inside. Hearing his movement, he turned around, holding a transparent glass in his hand.

Yu Yao looked at He Jinping fixedly.

His face was pale, his hair was a little messy, and his deep brows were full of intense fatigue.He raised his hand, shook the things in his hand, and said in a low voice, "I used honey from the refrigerator."

Yu Yao nodded: "You can do whatever you want."

"Thank you." Responding, he turned around and picked up the thermos to pour water into the cup. The hot air rose, and he stepped back suddenly. "Slap!" He quickly slapped the cup on the cabinet, retracted his fingers and blew on his lips. gas.

Yu Yao put down the blanket and walked in: "Is it hot?" The strong smell of alcohol came to his nostrils.

He Jinping hummed, and put his slender fingers under the cold water, splashing lightly, and his skin showed a very warm color.

Yu Yao poured out both the hot water and honey in the cup, scooped up two spoonfuls again, and said softly, "You don't need to mix it with hot water, warm water is best." He took two cups of cold water from the cupboard, and the smell of alcohol in his nose Lingering, asked him: "Do you have a headache?"

He Jinping leaned against the door, watching his movements intently: "I don't drink well."

Yu Yao said "Hey".

The space in the kitchen is relatively small, with the gurgling sound of the water flowing and the heat rushing straight into it.Yu Yao's voice carried a little smile: "What does your mother do?"

"Huh?" The voice hesitated for a moment, "Civil servant."

"An official?"

"..." After a while, he hummed.

No wonder, it is official authority and great style.

"Oh, last time you told me that she was a party member, so that's what you meant."

He Jinping smiled very lowly: "You are quite brave. In our place, there are not many people who dare to talk to my mother like this—in the system like yours."

Yu Yao looked back at him: "Really? Still a high official?"

He didn't speak again, and only gently massaged the space between his eyebrows with his fingertips.

The honey water was handed to him, and Yu Yao watched him take a few sips, his mind went blank, and he said something suddenly, which was not necessary, but he just wanted to be nice to him: "Have you eaten yet?"

He Jinping stared at him with his cup in his hand, took a breath, and shook his head slightly.

"Shall I make you something? What do you want to eat?"

He Jinping lowered his head, his thick eyelashes trembled a few times, raised his head, his eyes were bright and moist: "Thank you, Brother Yu."

A very harmonious atmosphere was brewing, Yu Yao smiled and joked, "You're not called Teacher Yu anymore?"

The fingers on the cup became stronger, and he said in a low voice, "Thank you, Teacher Yu."

Yu Yao's waist suddenly felt numb, and his legs felt weak. He quickly supported the table and managed not to fall off.

"……I'm just kidding."