The national teacher dressed as a rich and noble son

The president of the business giant, Shangda, has first-class coping skills on the spot, and was scolded so much that his brain shut down and restarted for 30 seconds.

"There is a misunderstanding here."

Xie Chenbo said angrily: "Xiaobo's handwritten letter, where did the misunderstanding come from! Teacher Liu even took photos for me to see, the evidence is solid, what else do you have to say?"

Shang Yange: "I..."

Xie Chenbo: "I'm sorry Xiaobo, I actually handed him over to you. I just put him in my uncle's house. He didn't dare to tell us what you did to him, he only dared to write it in his composition! "

In the first 5 minutes, Xie Chenbo scolded bloody and illogically, and Shang Yange finally caught a piece of information: "What composition, are you sure he can write composition?"

Xie Chenbo: "You didn't even let him write the composition? Do you know how scared he was when he sued? Every word trembled, and he didn't even dare to write your real name! He's the only one!"

In my brother's eyes, there is no such thing as ugly handwriting, only trembling to write badly!

Shang Yange: "..."

Xie Chenbo: "I want to take Xiaobo away, and I will settle accounts with you later."

Shang Yange almost blurted out "No", and was charged with the crime, but fortunately, reason appeared in time to save the situation that was about to collapse.

take away?

Shang Yange finally realized what was wrong, Xie Chenbo accused him of so much nonsense in the middle of the night, how could he not take action?

The sound insulation effect of this house is extremely strong, Shang Yange quickly got out of bed and opened the door, and looked at each other with the bodyguard who came in through the door.

Wang Ping has the villa's fingerprints, so getting in is really easy.

Shang Yange clenched his phone tightly, glanced at Xie Yubo's bedroom where the door was closed, and pressed his lips tightly to confront the person. The sense of crisis made him irritable, but he still wanted to listen gently to Xie Chenbo's opinions on his face, and he wanted to rush in Take Xie Yubo away first.

"I didn't do those things and I thought I should have a chance to clarify."

Xie Chenbo also heaved a sigh of relief when he learned that Wang Ping had arrived with bodyguards.

"You imprisoned Xiaobo and prevented him from communicating with outsiders." Brother Xie gritted his teeth, "How do you explain it?"

Shang Yange: "I think about this matter, I don't care if I say it, Wang Ping has the most say."

Shang Yange opened the video call: "Uncle Wang, tell me."

Wang Ping was also at a loss tonight. He was woken up at 12:30 and went to the store to rescue the young master. Xie Chenbo said it so firmly that Wang Ping didn't dare to ask more questions, for fear of delaying the matter.

He certainly trusts Xie Chenbo more than Shang Yange.

Wang Ping: "Uh... the young master doesn't seem to have mentioned it?"

Xie Chenbo: "Xiaobo dare not even tell you."

Shang Yange reminded him: "Mr. Xie, there is no doubt about the crime."

Xie Chenbo: "You still installed unfamiliar software on his mobile phone to oppress him. This is conclusive evidence."

Shang Yange's head was throbbing, he didn't know what happened in the middle, and asked Xie Yubo to write these things in the composition.

Just write the result, have you explained the reason?

Xie Chenbo no longer trusts him, if he accidentally sells Xie Yubo's fortune-telling, he will end up being a human being.

Shang Yange resisted the pressure and said, "It's just an ordinary software."

Xie Chenbo, the old fox, immediately sensed his guilty conscience, "Bring over my brother's cell phone and click on it for me to have a look."

Naturally, Shang Yange couldn't let him see it: "It's a software for reporting the itinerary."

"Last time, Yubo and his uncle went to the countryside without saying hello. We were all worried, so I installed this software for him on my own initiative, and asked him to record it on it before doing things, and use it as a memo."

Shang Yange began to confuse right and wrong: "After all, Yubo is gone. I consulted Shen Chen. If senior high school students are strictly controlled, they will easily develop a rebellious mentality. I am just a half-way guardian, and I dare not ask too much, so I asked him to write a memo. If I don’t come back on time, I’ll go up and take a look, communicate indirectly, and give each other space.”

"How could this be?" Xie Chenbo was taken away for a second, "Where is he going, you should call him directly, or ask Wang Ping, Xiaobo's situation is special, how about just reading a memo?"

Shang Yange said sincerely, "You are right."

Xie Chenbo came back to his senses: "No, I don't believe you. It's written like that in Xiaobo's composition, and you just want to get rid of it in a few words? How can I be an older brother?"

Shang Yange: "Could it be that Mr. Xie didn't moan without illness when writing essays in middle school?"

Mr. Shang was sweating in his palms, he was not afraid of Xie Chenbo, but he couldn't understand why Xie Yubo wrote about him like that in his composition?

Is this what he really thinks?

Shang Yange's heart ached, he admitted that he would have some ridiculous thoughts in the past, but yesterday, he completely suppressed this idea.

On the morning when he saw Xie Yubo waking up beside him, Shang Yange understood that the last thing he wanted was for Xie Yubo to hate him.

He didn't need to try, he knew the feeling of being hated, as if he had experienced it in the dark.

The two big CEOs confronted each other in the living room in the middle of the night, and neither of them mentioned looking for the party, as if whoever mentioned it would lose.

No big deal can disturb Xie Yubo's sleep.

Xie Chenbo asked the last question: "Then why did you force him to study medicine?"

None of their family members interfered with Xie Yubo's college aspirations, so why should they talk about it.

Shang Yange had no clue, while Wang Ping beside him was in a cold sweat.

The young master didn't tell Wang Ping clearly that he knew medical skills at first, but after Wang Ping saw how many people he had cured, he thought about Xue Jing's health condition, which was obviously the young master's handwriting.

Wang Ping could see that Xie Yubo didn't want to mention the source of his medical skills, and he was shocked, but he refrained from asking.

This medical skill was mastered before familiarizing with Mr. Shang.

His young master, what exactly did he write in the composition, which exposed his medical skills.

Shang Yange thought that studying medicine was much better than fortune-telling, but Xie Yubo was blind, how could he force him to study medicine, "I really don't know about that."

Brother Xie also felt that Shang Yange had no reason to do this, so he remained silent for a while.

Wang Ping knew the inside story of medical skills, but he dared not disclose it at all.

The three of them had their own ghosts, and the living room was extremely quiet.

Whether to wake up Xie Yubo, that is a question.

For a long time, Xie Chenbo didn't say anything to death because of friendship, and asked what he cared about the most: "Why don't you get married when you are old?"

Do you have unreasonable thoughts about Xie Yubo?

Shang Yange said bluntly: "Mr. Xie, we are the same age."

Xie Chenbo: "..."

During the stalemate, there was a bang sound from Xie Yubo's bedroom, Shang Yange's expression changed, and he hurriedly opened the door and entered the room, "What's wrong?"

Xie Yubo rolled the quilt and smashed it to the ground, touched his head and sat up, the light in the bedroom came on, illuminating his beautiful eyebrows and eyes.

Shang Yange restrained the distance, no matter how much he wanted to hug him and coax him, he finally took a step away, "Did you hit your head?"

Xie Yubo blinked his eyes, tilted his head to look at Shang Yange, the corners of his mouth slowly curled up.

The Great Master had a sweet dream. He dreamed that he had written an indignation against the tyrant, and it was sung all over the world, praising him as a great writer.

"Xiaobo."

The great writer was startled by his brother's sudden sound, confused for a moment, and called out, "Brother?"

It's so late, why are they talking on the phone?

Xie Yubo immediately looked at Shang Yange vigilantly, aren't you an informer?

Shang Yange saw Xie Yubo's expression, what else could he say, Cangsang said: "You explain the composition to your brother."

The great writer was stunned for a moment, when did the proclamation he wrote in private come before the righteous master?

"How did you see my composition?"

Shang Yange: "Your Chinese teacher has finished grading, tell your brother that I abused you."

Xie Yubo thought about it for a while, and when he came back from the toilet, something seemed to be missing on the table, but there was no writing text on the table, and Xie Yubo didn't react.

"...Brother." Xie Yubo blushed, "That's not the case, I wrote it nonsense, don't misunderstand President Shang."

Xie Yubo was in a hurry, afraid that his brother would misunderstand, and Mr. Shang would shake him out in order to clarify himself.

Xie Chenbo: "Brother, don't be afraid. My brother is in charge of you. If you have any grievances, you can tell them. Have you seen those two bodyguards? Our family's is not enough."

Xie Yubo: "That's really not the case... I, I just went out to play with my uncle last time, and when I came back, I was a little annoyed at being asked to report the itinerary by the boss, writing it for fun."

Wang Ping was dumbfounded, he was the one who saw the most clearly, and he was amazed at the seamless cooperation between the two.

Is it true that there is no secret confession?

Xie Chenbo's reaction was exactly the same: "I haven't scolded you for what happened last time. If something happens, how can I explain to my mother? It can't be like this."

Xie Yubo: "Yes."

"But elder brother read your composition, and his emotion is sincere, is it really all right?"

Xie Yubo wished he could find a crack in the ground and slip in: "I just wrote it blindly. There are female students in the class reading manga. It's the plot in it. The one who gets abused is the protagonist. I mourn his misfortune and anger him, so I wrote it from his point of view." .”

Xie Chenbo: "What comic?"

Xie Yubo said in shame: "The tyrant's favor..."

"what?"

Xie Yubo's eyes were watery: "Brother, stop asking, it's embarrassing."

Xie Chenbo saw his baby brother through the camera, with a ruddy complexion, full of energy, a little flesh on his face, and not afraid of Shang Yange, obviously living a very comfortable life.In addition, Wang Ping has never been able to tell what Xie Yubo is doing badly, and the truth is clearly revealed.

Now it was Brother Xie's turn to be embarrassed: "Mr. Shang, I'm sorry."

He tried his best, but he scolded people in the middle of the night and broke into private houses. He was almost ashamed and humiliated with his younger brother.

Xie Yubo: "Brother Shang, it's my fault. Don't blame Big Brother for causing you trouble, otherwise I'd better go home and live."

In this way, he does not need to write a report for secretly telling fortunes.

Shang Yange saw through his intentions at once, "No trouble, just an extra pair of chopsticks."

Xie Chenbo said: "How about it, Uncle Wang will live here with you in the future, let him help you with meals and so on, and the salary will be doubled, Uncle Wang, do you think it will work?"

Wang Ping: "OK."

At this time, Shang Yange followed Brother Xie in everything, so as not to make him suspicious again: "Yes."

So the elder brother put in a confidant, Mr. Shang stayed behind, and Uncle Wang got promoted and raised his salary. Everyone was happy.

Only the great writer had a bitter face.

Shang Yange took advantage of the opportunity and Xie Chenbo discussed recent trends and reached a consensus on strengthening the management of high school students' itineraries.

He hung up the phone and sent the two bodyguards away, dumbfounded by the oolong.

"Jade silk."

Shang Yange walked in, dug Xie Yubo out of the quilt, touched his forehead, "Does it hurt?"

I was a little worried about letting him sleep alone.

But if this happened again, he definitely couldn't sleep with Xie Yubo.

Shang Yange closed his eyes and asked, "Do you think I oppressed you?"

Xie Yubo's face was still flushed with shame, she buried her face in the pillow, and said in a muffled voice, "I'm sorry, I didn't think that way, I know you are doing it for my own good."

He had died in his previous life, so he knew that Shang Yange's worries were not superfluous.

He is not a heartless person.

Shang Yange: "What's the matter with being imprisoned and studying medicine?"

Xie Yubo knew that he couldn't fool Shang Yange: "The captivity is a plot in the comics, and I started studying medicine myself, because my second brother studies medicine and can help my mother arrange surgery. I think he is very good."

Fortunately, when the girl at the front table was reading the manga, the master of the country took a few extra glances. Although the tyrant in the manga is not very nice, he is more ruthless than that one in imprisoning the protagonist.

"What's the name of the manga?"

Xie Yubo: "...do you want to learn from him?"

Shang Yange: "I want to confirm the authenticity."

Xie Yubo said the name, and Shang Yange immediately found it on the Internet.

Shang Yange's eyes deepened, "Do you like watching this?"

two men?

Xie Yubo quickly shook his head: "I heard it when they were discussing the plot, and I'm not deaf!"

I don't like to watch it, I really don't like it, it's just that the eye of the sky cannot be closed by itself.

……

When he went to school the next day, Xie Yubo clearly felt that the Chinese teacher looked at him with embarrassment.Xie Yubo took the composition text from the Chinese teacher with a red face, and said apologetically, "I'm sorry for making the teacher worry."

The Chinese teacher was kind and amiable: "It's good that you're fine, the articles you wrote are very literary."

Xie Dawenhao: "... Teacher, thank you."

The Chinese teacher had already realized that Xie Yubo's handwriting was ugly, and she was almost blinded by reading last night, but the other party was a blind person, which was already pretty good.

"There are a few typos, pay attention to it later." The Chinese teacher instructed each student to write a few sentences one by one. When it was Xie Yubo's turn, she liked this boy very much. She was afraid that he would feel isolated and neglected, so she also said Made a few typos.

"it is good."

The Chinese teacher wrote a "讠" and a "Ge" in Xie Yubo's palm, "I saw you crossed out this word several times in the composition text, but it is not in the dictionary. Did you remember the radical wrongly? You originally wanted to Write what?"

"There is no such word..."

"Thank you classmate?"

Xie Yubo clenched his palms tightly, as if a big hole had been blown out of his heart by the wind. There is no tyrant's name in this world, so there will be no tyrant?