Quickly cross it and see the old attack me

Lu Feiyu's class is Grade Three Class One. The boy in the white shirt was holding a few books in his arms, walked to his seat calmly and sat down under the gaze of dozens of eyes in the classroom, and ignored the whispers of the people around him. .

"Host, did you make it up? Song Zhihao won't smile in public for no reason!" Xiaoju's voice sounded in Lu Feiyu's mind, and it sounded a little bit resentful. It's still a nice name to give it.

"There is a reason."

"Where is it?"

"He remembered Song's father and Song's mother."

"Don't disturb me, I'm going to attend class, Song Zhihao is a good student."

Little Chrysanthemum: ...

Song Zhihao is a top student, but Lu Feiyu is not.Although he has accepted all Song Zhihao's memories, it is inevitable that they are still a bit unfamiliar. Fortunately, Lu Feiyu is very interested in these contents, so Lu Feiyu has been studying hard all morning, making progress every day.

This day, the attendance rate of Class 90.00 of Senior Three unexpectedly reached [-]%, which really excited the head teacher. It seems that I can apply to the principal for a salary increase a few more times.

You must know that the students who study in this school are either worthless playboys or heirs of the family, the former, can you point him to the class?As for the latter, they basically hire tutors since they were young. They have already finished their high school courses, and they only come to school to develop contacts. At this time, they have even learned to manage their own companies. Naturally, they only come here occasionally. For example, the hero Dongfang Ming.

I'm afraid Song Zhihao was the only one who had an accident.

Because of his autism, Song's father and Song's mother were very tolerant to him, and they always only wanted him to live happily.But he doesn't come to the classroom very often, because his mastery of a top student has made it impossible for the teacher to teach him anything. Song Zhihao prefers to stay in the studio, and painting is his only interest.

As soon as the bell rang for the end of get out of class, Lu Feiyu tidied up her desk and walked out of the classroom, leaving only a longing gaze behind her.

Little Chrysanthemum: My host is a heartthrob, the Lun family is under a lot of pressure...

……

Cheng Yujia wore two braids and stood at the corner wearing a snow-white dress.There is no makeup on the face, and in this school where most of the girls are flaming red lips, there is quite a pure taste.What's more, since Cheng Yujia wants to use "beauty tricks", he is naturally very confident in his own face.

She is indeed not bad looking, with two curved willow eyebrows, a pair of bright big eyes, and her eyes flutter when she smiles, always inadvertently attracting the attention of others, plus she always smiles, and her gentle temperament is even more beautiful. It makes people feel better about her.

This is the only way between Class [-] of the third year and the school gate. Thinking of the teacher she bumped into on the day she entered school, she never imagined that God would give her such a big surprise. I saw Song Zhihao's medical record here!

Who is Song Zhihao? !She had already checked it out on the Internet before coming to school!The heir to the leading Japanese trade group in China!It turns out that this campus male god is not indifferent and unapproachable, but because of autism, he is not good at interacting with others!Almost at that moment, Cheng Yujia had already determined the target he was going to attack.

Cheng Yujia has been preparing for the first meeting with Song Zhihao these days.She inquired about Song Zhihao's class, and about Song Zhihao's habit of going home at noon every day. She stole her father's salary card to buy this four-figure dress, and even called the weather center over and over again to ask today. The weather... just to leave a perfect impression on Song Zhihao!

Thinking of this, Cheng Yujia showed a determined smile, Song Zhihao, don't let me down!

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"Host, why are you walking so slowly? The hostess is still waiting for you!" Little Chrysanthemum gloated, her host is so bad, but she likes it so much!

"Tell me, is Cheng Yujia scratching his heart with his claws now?" Lu Feiyu uttered a word in his heart, and slowed down his pace even more.

She should also pay some interest.

It wasn't until the class bell rang slowly that Lu Feiyu appeared in Cheng Yujia's sight.At this time, Cheng Yujia was already stomping her feet anxiously, but she had been preparing for so long, how could she be willing to give up!

Thinking of the homeroom teacher who was the same as Miejue Shitai, Cheng Yujia's mind turned quickly. As long as he hooked up with Song Zhihao, then that old woman would never dare to say "no" to herself again, right?

Huaxin High School not only accepts students from prominent families, but also civilians with particularly good grades.Of course, these students from ordinary families do not have the same treatment as other students, because in order to ensure the enrollment rate, they are subject to stricter management than other high schools, and if they are not careful, they may be expelled, so Cheng Yujia has this worry .

After straightening her hair, and looking at her skirt, smoothing out every wrinkle on it, Cheng Yujia came out from the corner with a book in her arms.

It's getting closer, it's getting closer, Cheng Yujia seems to be able to see the dawn of success, Song Zhihao will definitely be amazed by her, and then fall in love with her involuntarily, she will be Mrs. Song in the future!Let's see who dares to look down on her!

A few meters away from Song Zhihao, Cheng Yujia sprained his foot and fell to the ground. His books were scattered all over the floor. He wanted to get up but sat back as if he was seriously injured. Then he raised his head and looked at Song Zhihao with tears in his eyes. With one glance, there was silent pleading in his eyes.

Cheng Yujia has practiced this expression hundreds of times in front of the mirror!Of course she knows how beautiful she is at this moment!

Yurong's lonely tears are dry, and a branch of pear blossoms brings rain in spring.The delicate girl stares at you with teary eyes at 45 degrees, as if you are her salvation in the whole world, but any man will definitely show his desire to protect!Dealing with Song Zhihao is not easy!Cheng Yujia was full of confidence.

Lu Feiyu stopped, the heroine was very dedicated, at least he felt a pain in his buttocks when he heard the heroine fall. You must know that this path is paved with gravel to show the natural wind.

Song Zhihao stopped, he stopped!She had heard that Song Zhihao would never show an expression to others. Sure enough, men are all visual creatures!Cheng Yujia was even more proud.

"Senior, I..." There was a cry in her voice. Fortunately, there were no people in class, otherwise Song Zhihao might be cut off before he went up.There are never too many flower protectors.

Lu Feiyu watched Cheng Yujia directing and acting, the heroine's acting skills are still not good, what is she trying to do with her boudoir-like expression?

After watching the female lead finished the play, Lu Feiyu felt that it was not very interesting, so he slowly approached the female lead, and then walked past her with big strides.

walked over...

walked over...

walked over...

Cheng Yujia only felt that ten thousand grass and mud horses galloped past in her heart, leaving her with a field of flying dust.

Why is it different from the script! ! !

Seeing that Song Zhihao had gone far away, Cheng Yujia clenched his fist and hammered hard on the book next to him, hum, I won't just give up like this, just wait and see!

Huh, what is that?Where Song Zhihao was standing just now, a small thing reflected golden light under the sunlight.

Cheng Yujia stood up and walked over to pick it up. It was a delicate paintbrush, and the word "Song" under the bronzing logo was very clear.

Is this God helping me?A smile appeared on Cheng Yujia's face.The school has a special studio for Song Zhihao!Maybe she can do something about it?

In the distance, Lu Feiyu flicked his clothes away, hiding his achievements and fame.Only Xiao Juhua burst into tears of sympathy for the heroine in her heart.

……

The top floor of Sky Tower in downtown J.

Dongfang Gan was sitting on a solid wooden office chair, holding a document in his hand, looking at it in a daze. The photo on it was Song Zhihao's face. Unexpectedly, it was just a glimpse yesterday, but the kind of deja vu in his soul made him almost Can't help myself.

What was that feeling like?Dongfang Gan couldn't tell, it was as if his lover who had been waiting for thousands of years appeared in front of him, making him want to hug him uncontrollably.

Ah Ying stood aside respectfully, bowing his head and waiting for his boss's order.

If Lu Feiyu were here at this moment, he would definitely be extremely surprised, because it clearly shows how many sips of milk Song Zhihao drank in the morning in this document!

Autism?Dongfang Gan muttered to himself: "Aying, call the principal of Huaxin High School and tell me that I will be there for the opening ceremony of this semester."

"Boss..." Ah Ying looked surprised. This Huaxin High School has invited their boss for several years, but their boss has never looked back, and it seems that the boss will fly to Italy to discuss cooperation with Mr. Johnny on the day of the ceremony. Bar?

"Pushed." Dongfang Gan said lightly.

"Yes."

Aying walked out of the office stepping forward, hiding her suspicions, what's wrong with the boss?

"Wait," Dongfang Gan stopped him, softening his expression, "Do you know how to be friends with autistic people?"

"Huh?" Ah Ying turned around, but didn't react for a while.

"Forget it, you go out." Dongfang Gan threw him a disgusted look.

Aying: #What should I do if I find my boss's aunt is here, wait online, it's very urgent! #

Dongfang Gan sat on the chair in a daze, never taking his eyes off the boy's photo.I don't know how long it took, as if something rang, he dialed a call with his fingertips.

"Doctor George? I have something to ask you."

"Well, about autism..."

……

At this time, the sun was setting, and the side face of the man in front of the desk who was talking on the phone looked very attractive, and the usually cold and hard facial features had softened, and Ah Ying might have to call 120 for his boss here.

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It's night, Song's villa.

Song Zhihao's bedroom is on the second floor of the villa, and the whole room is decorated in yellow tones, because Song's mother heard that this color can give people a warm and safe feeling, so she personally arranged it for a long time.At this moment, Lu Feiyu was at the computer desk concentrating on the stock market trend chart in front of him.

Yes, the golden finger given to him by Little Chrysanthemum is: God of Investment.

"Host, you must not underestimate this skill. It is very useful for missions. After all, the hero's status is so high that he can't shake the revenge of the hero's family, so it's not painful or itchy for the hero. But the most considerate system.”

Thinking of the chrysanthemum essence who said this shyly, Lu Feiyu felt a little headache.

"Host, you're despising him again..." Little Chrysanthemum appeared in the air vigorously, Lu Feiyu was accustomed to his appearance, and only gave it a calm look.

For Song Zhihao's future life, in addition to the various real estate purchased in his name, Song's father also set up a foundation, and the income generated from those investments will be transferred to Song Zhihao's account.In addition, Song's mother also regularly transfers money to Song Zhihao's account for pocket expenses, but Song Zhihao has basically never touched the money before, and the cumulative balance has exceeded [-] million.

"Your golden fingers are not very strong." Lu Feiyu looked at the computer desktop, and he threw all his money into it. He was busy practicing in his previous life, so how could he come into contact with such mundane things as "making money", and Xuan Yuan In mainland China, the jungle is prey to the jungle, and strength comes first, and no one will devote themselves to this trail.

The skill introduction page of "God of Investment" is very high: no need to understand, no need to learn, any currency investment made by the host in any way will be appreciated within the scope of understanding of the world in which it is not exceeded.

Obviously still the original expression, obviously still the original tone, Little Chrysanthemum could tell that his host was even more disgusted with it.

Little Chrysanthemum glanced at the computer page, [-] million a week is almost over one billion, how do you want to raise it, but thinking of the hero's net worth, and the so-called halo of the protagonist, Little Chrysanthemum is a little guilty, it seems that he is not very strong ?But too strong will be pulled to slice...

Lu Feiyu looked at the depressed face of the system, raised his hand to caress the petals of the little chrysanthemum, and comforted it rarely:

"Don't worry, we still have a lot of time."

Dongfang Ming is the only heir of the Dongfang family, so what about his brother?There are many illegitimate children in big families. Perhaps, he still has a lot of room to maneuver!