[Shanshan is here] Please give me more advice for the rest of my life

Facts have proved that Mr. Xiao's "there is a meeting" means not going home for dinner.

On the contrary, I looked at the number on the phone screen that only existed in the address book, and I couldn't recover for a while.

The text message was only a few words, concise and capable, in the same Xiao style as always.

I remembered the last time I somehow made Mr. Xiao angry again, and even didn't go home for half a month, regardless of whether there was a deep reason, but it seems that I did not call him?

Looking at the number that has been lying on the mobile phone for nearly a year now, I have to think a little helplessly and amusingly, whether this is a historic icebreaker.

The pianist Han Da said something, he was not serious, and he didn't bother to worry. He saw me reading text messages while walking, and followed me with a smile.

I couldn't bear it anymore, but I couldn't swear or fight, so I could only look at him anxiously: "What do you want?"

He shook his index finger and corrected me: "No, what do you want to do?"

Is this dependent on me? !

I supported my forehead in pain: "I'm going back to work."

He nodded, taking it for granted: "Okay, let's go."

I:"……"

Is it true that no one can accept this evildoer? ! !

In order to prevent this master who can make a big fuss from destroying my small temple on a whim, I still think it is better to leave early. After all, I have not forgotten that I have the identity of Mrs. Xiao, and now is an extraordinary period. When a man goes to the store, God knows what magical rumors will come out.

What's more, with his unrestrained and gibberish temperament, who knows what troubles he will make for me.

He simply sent a text message to Shanshan as a greeting, and then went back home.

So in the end, pianist Han Da naturally entered the gate of Xiao's house as expected.

In the days when Mr. Xiao was not at home, the dining table of Xiao's family was always his home. Zhang Ma hadn't seen him come to eat for a long time, and she still missed him a little. She put all kinds of delicious food on the table table.

When I saw that he boasted Zhang Ma to him without a trace, it was stewed soup and the bottom, and at the same time, he was able to eat chopsticks like flying, without affecting the speed of eating at all, so I couldn't help but amazed from the bottom of my heart.

The pianist Han Da, who was working hard, suddenly raised his head as if remembering something, and said sincerely: "Don't just watch, eat, don't be afraid, this is not counted as tutoring time, and no fee is charged."

I really want to throw this table to feed meow!

The grand pianist didn't stop after eating, and insisted on being a demon for a moment. With a look of disgust, he pulled the collar of his shirt and sniffed it, then went upstairs holding his nose.

My principle of dealing with him has always been to avoid him as much as possible, not to mention going upstairs, even if the house is demolished, as long as it doesn't hit me, I won't say a word.

Anyway, someone will come to collect him.

I simply took out the computer, sat on the sofa to answer emails, and deal with unfinished work in the afternoon.

Meow has been missing since I entered the door just now, and now I probably noticed that the "devil" was gone, pacing out from behind the pillar with a penetrating look, looking alert, fire-proof, anti-theft, and anti-Han Chen.

I laughed as I watched, opened my arms, and was attacked by a violent throw.

Hmph, it's quite easy now, once you meet Xiao Wu, you don't even know who its master is, you heartless little bastard!

I don't know if the little bastard sensed my resentment, and rubbed it in my arms very attentively. I thought it was too cute and unscrupulous, and it was quite useful to be rubbed. I was struggling with myself when I saw it suddenly stood up He cut his ears, then rushed out with a stride, and disappeared in an instant.

I:"……"

There are probably only two people in the world who can make it react as above. If there is no movement outside the door, it is obvious that it is the person inside the door.

Can't help but rubbed between his brows in distress, and sure enough, he saw Han Chen coming down the stairs in a bathrobe with wet hair.

"I borrowed your bathroom," he told me politely.

I pretended not to hear.

He was probably making fun of it, and curled his lips aggrieved: "Mrs. Xiao, why is your family's hospitality like this?"

Tsk, now it’s time to talk to me about how to treat guests. Ordinary guests will not come directly to the table without an invitation, let alone notify the host after taking a bath in someone else’s house. I can’t laugh or cry. Concentrate on pretending to be deaf and dumb.

According to my experience, as long as I persist in ignoring him, it is estimated that he will almost stop.

Facts have proved that the devil is one foot tall, and the road is one foot tall, but after half a minute of silence, he came back to life with full blood. He did not know where to touch a dry towel, and impatiently licked his hair.

He didn't have the slightest patience when it came to brushing his hair, he would just rub it in a disorderly manner, and his slightly long chestnut hair was messed up, which was horrible.

It's a wonder he's not bald yet.

Mr. Han Butu looked at the towel in his hand, and sighed sadly: "People are not as good as cats. Your mop has someone to blow its hair. I can't even find someone to help me dry my hair."

I finally raised my head: "Then who did your hair before?"

"Of course it is..." He seemed to react suddenly, and then blinked his eyes with a half-smile, "It didn't matter before, but now..."

He looked at me sternly.

I:"……"

Don't even think about it!

Finally, the matter of wiping hair was turned over, and he came up with a new trick: "Mrs. Xiao, can you give me a change of clothes?"

I looked at the computer screen weakly: "I don't have any clothes to change for you."

He also wanted to take a closer look, and at the same time put on a reasonable posture with a serious look on my face: "But your husband has it."

"The main reason is that you are sure to let me dress like this to give you piano lessons? I don't mind too much, but someone..."

I looked at his outfit and was speechless, so I had to take him upstairs to find clothes. Before I reached the second floor, I felt some movement at the door, and a chilly voice came from behind: "What are you doing?"

Mr. Xiao was standing at the door, and the four characters "I'm not happy" were rarely clearly written on his usually moody face. I felt that the focus of his eyes was a bit strange. Staring at Han Chen's right hand holding my arm.

I don't know why my scalp went numb, but Han Chen reacted quickly, and immediately let go of his hand, and raised four fingers to swear to the sky: "I promise, I'm just chatting with your wife."

Textbook-like darker and darker! !

Xiao Wu really sneered: "Clothe like this?"

Han Chen has never been afraid of death: "Hey, what's wrong with dressing like this after taking a shower?"

Fortunately, although he is not afraid of death, he is not invulnerable, and this weakness happened to be strangled to death by Xiao Wu.

"You went with me this afternoon?" He has never been a person who likes to entangle in meaningless quarrels, and this way of changing the subject now is probably called a snake hit seven inches.

Sure enough, Han Chen's expression changed several times, and finally he looked at me with a bitter face.

I was baffled. Although I was not without curiosity about what happened this afternoon, I obviously had no interest in forming a death squad with this great pianist, so I started to descend the stairs very consciously.

Mr. Xiao had already changed his shoes and entered the door. Right now, he was standing in the middle of the living room, with a terrified expression on his face, as if he was not very happy about winning. It was really scary. I don’t know why but I couldn’t get scared. It was a little funny.

Since no one would die due to the relationship between these two, I didn't bother to care about it, so I just turned around and went into the kitchen.

When I brought out the mung bean soup, Mr. Xiao was sitting on the sofa and reading the emails I hadn't had time to answer. Han Chen was sitting on the other sofa farthest away from him with his feet up, playing games with a stinky face. I don't know what unequal treaty was forced to sign again.

Miaowu probably saw the backer coming back, and hid behind Xiao Wu quite a bit in a "pretentious" way, baring her teeth at Han Chen.

I put mung bean soup in front of him, and sat down beside him: "Do you want a bowl of soup?"

"No." He refused me without thinking, still staring at my notebook intently, "You have a little problem with this budget."

"what?"

"This one." He slid the mouse, "The statistical caliber is inconsistent, and the data calculated from the report is not very meaningful..."

I nodded my head: "But the time is tight, and the workload is too much to recalculate with the original data, and the financial side is too late."

"It's too late." He took the mouse to mark the data with different colors, "You don't need to count all of them, this, these few..."

Han Chen didn't know when he took out two tissues on the table, wrapped them up in a ball and stuffed his ears as if he was very annoyed.

I looked at the half-cooled mung bean soup on the table, and then at the information and documents he brought back next to me, and couldn't help but sigh in my heart.

After a while, he smiled helplessly: "Mr. Xiao."

"What?" He didn't look up.

"Shouldn't Baoyang be in charge of supper?"