President Husband, it's too sweet

"Thank you, I will leave it to you in the future." Fan Xiaoling felt a little embarrassed that he didn't have any money with him.

Xue Cheng shook his head, "It's okay, it's all for my younger brother, it's a kindness."

Fan Xiaoling followed Xue Cheng back home, and slept with Xue Cheng's bed again at night.

And Xue Cheng was wearing a piece of clothing on his shoulders, writing something on the small desk.

Fan Xiaoling remembered the love letter that Xue Cheng wrote last time. He got up from the bed and saw that Xue Cheng was indeed writing.

"What are you writing?" Fan Xiaoling asked.

"Love letter." Xue Cheng said.

Fan Xiaoling looked at the love letter with some taste, "Are these from Ling Gu Xiaoyan?"

Fan Xiaoling could tell that Xue Cheng liked Gu Xiaoyan, several times he had seen Xue Cheng's eyes when he was looking at him behind Gu Xiaoyan, the eyes that he liked but couldn't get, he could only give up.

Xue Cheng nodded, then shook his head again, "Yes, and no."

Fan Xiaoling didn't quite understand, but he felt a little uncomfortable when he thought that no one Xue Cheng liked had anything to do with him.

Fan Xiaoling picked up a stool, lay down beside Xue Cheng, and watched Xue Cheng write.

Xue Cheng's side face was very handsome, and he was extraordinarily serious when writing. Fan Xiaoling watched as sleepiness struck, and then fell asleep.

When he woke up, it was already dawn.

He opened his eyes, and a pair of jewel-like eyes looked at him.

Fan Xiaoling was taken aback, sat up and found out that it was Xue Cheng's younger brother, Xue Yuan.

And he was lying on the bed instead of sitting on the stool.

Did Xue Cheng carry him to the bed last night?Fan Xiaoling couldn't help thinking.

"Are you brother's classmate too?" Xue Yuan asked.

Fan Xiaoling looked at the room, but Xue Cheng was not there, "Well, where's your brother?"

"Brother is making breakfast." Xue Yuan said.

"It's the first time I saw my brother brought other classmates back to live. Before, my brother only brought brother Xiaoyan."

It was Gu Xiaoyan again, Fan Xiaoling felt a little apprehensive, "Did Gu Xiaoyan spend the night at your house too?"

"No." Xue Yuan thought for a while, then shook his head.

"Xue Yuan, don't sleep late, get up, wash your face and eat." Xue Cheng's voice came from outside the door.

Fan Xiaoling saw through the door that Xue Cheng was wearing an apron around his waist and was carrying food.

Fan Xiaoling got up from the bed, went to wash up, and came out to see that Xue Cheng's breakfast was very simple, ordinary food.

But the taste is very good, with a taste of home.

While eating, Fan Xiaoling noticed that Xue Cheng was changing shoes and seemed to be going out, Fan Xiaoling asked: "You don't have to go to class today, do you want to go out?"

"Well, I'm working part-time." Xue Cheng nodded. On weekends, he works at a nearby juice shop.

"I'll go too." Fan Xiaoling put down the bowl in his hand and followed.

"Why do you keep following me?" Xue Cheng didn't quite understand.

"I think so." Fan Xiaoling replied.

"Brother, there is still some unfinished food in your bowl." At this time, Xue Yuan said.

Fan Xiaoling didn't have any sense of thrift, "Well, I don't want to eat."

Xue Cheng looked at Fan Xiaoling, "Go and finish eating, our family does not allow food to be wasted."

Fan Xiaoling shook his head, "If I finish eating, you will leave."

Xue Cheng frowned, "After eating, can I wait for you?"

Fan Xiaoling smiled, "Thank you."

Returning to his seat, he swallowed all the food left in the bowl.

Wiping his mouth, Fan Xiaoling followed behind Xue Cheng.

Xue Cheng pushed out an old bicycle from the alley.

"Can I sit in the back?" Fan Xiaoling asked.

Xue Cheng wiped his back, "Sit down."

Fan Xiaoling sat on the back seat of Xue Cheng's car. When Xue Cheng rode the car on the road, Fan Xiaoling imitated the protagonist in the TV and hugged Xue Cheng's waist with his hands.

Fan Xiaoling couldn't describe this feeling, sitting on the back of the bicycle and hugging the boy's waist, it felt like owning the whole world.

Inexplicably, I feel a little happy.

The word happiness was too dazzling, Fan Xiaoling quickly let go of Xue Cheng.

Xue Cheng was a little uncomfortable at first, so it's good to let go.

"By the way, why do you want to follow me?" Xue Cheng didn't quite understand what Xue Cheng wanted to do.

"Just thinking, I have no other thoughts." Fan Xiaoling replied.

Do rich people have nothing to do when they are full?Xue Cheng felt that Fan Xiaoling might have this mentality.

"I'm tired of the experience, let's go back. We've canceled all our affairs before, and we can't be called friends now. I've done my best to take you in." Fan Xiaoling living in his house is another expense, and Xue Cheng is very economical. Money, because their family needs money, and every penny counts.

"Thank you, it won't be long, can I continue to spend this weekend at your house?" Fan Xiaoling asked.

Xue Cheng nodded, "Yes."

The juice shop where Xue Cheng worked was run by a fat woman.

The fat woman is a middle-aged woman, who happens to be in the menopause, the kind who makes troubles at every turn.

The money given is not too high, and most of the ordinary employees can't bear it, and they will leave after working for a while, and they can't find any employees for a while, so they have to hire part-time jobs as waiters.

Xue Cheng is also one of the part-time waiters.

To put it bluntly, part-time jobs are doing the hardest work with the lowest wages.

Fan Xiaoling watched Xue Cheng busy up and down, it was very hard, but his back was still straight.

— The morning was finally coming to an end, Xue Cheng was just about to change clothes and have a meal, but at this moment, a customer came over with a cup of milk tea.

"You have hair in your milk tea," said the customer.

Xue Cheng saw the milk tea in the customer's hand. He had drunk more than half of the milk tea, and the lid on it was opened, and there was a yellow hair inside.

"Hi, I'm sorry, I'm going to get you a change first." Xue Cheng said respectfully.

The customer was a tall man in his thirties, and a woman in revealing clothes was standing next to him.

When they heard Xue Cheng say that they wanted to change the cup, the man was not happy.

"Whoever wants to change, refund the money."

Xue Cheng frowned, the boss in their store was very picky, and would not refund money under normal circumstances.

This customer came to find fault on purpose.

Xue Cheng picked up the hair in the customer's cup with a stick, "Your hair is long yellow hair, and no one in our shop has burned their hair."

This man's girlfriend had dyed yellow hair. Anyone with a little eyes could tell whose hair it was.

They're just here to find fault and not want to pay.

The man got angry, "Brat, what are you talking about, did we do it on purpose?"

Xue Cheng was neither humble nor overbearing, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean that, sir, I guess this hair was just your girlfriend who accidentally fell into it."

"Hey, this handsome guy is quite interesting to talk about," the woman reached out and touched Xue Cheng's butt.

Fan Xiaoling looked at the right spoon clearly.

Xue Cheng stepped back a little, and a trace of displeasure flashed in his eyes, "Is there anything else you need?"

Just when Fan Xiaoling thought that Xue Cheng had handled the matter well, the man had nothing to say, and there should be nothing else.

Unexpectedly, at this moment, the man grabbed Xue Cheng's collar, "You brat, how dare you wink at my wife."

When did Xue Cheng wink at that woman with heavy makeup and revealing clothes?

At this time, the store manager, the fat woman, finally came out, "What are you doing now?"

The customer sees the store manager, "You are the store manager of this store, right?"

The fat woman nodded, "Yes, I'm the store manager, let go of our clerk, if you have something to say, don't do anything."

Only then did the customer let go of Xue Cheng, "I want to complain, your waiter has a very bad attitude."

Xue Cheng coughed twice, his face turned red from coughing, "The store manager, I..."

"Shut up." The fat woman glared at Xue Cheng.

"Sorry, I'll take care of him."

"This kind of waiter has such a bad attitude, what kind of waiter is he? Just be the young master." The man left cursing.

The fat woman saw her off with a smile on her face, but after the man left, the smile on her face immediately disappeared.

"How did you do it?" The fat woman immediately began to scold Xue Cheng, "Look at this place, did I invite you here to quarrel with customers?"

The cup of milk tea just now spilled all over the floor, and the fat woman had an extremely vicious attitude, scolding Xue Cheng all over her head and face.

"I'm sorry." Xue Cheng listened to the fat woman venting from the beginning to the end, picked up the broom to clean up the floor, and the fat woman was still cursing.

Fan Xiaoling stood aside, seeing everything in his eyes. So, is this Xue Cheng's life?

The young man kept his back straight, even though he was facing a scourge in front of him.

Looking at Xue Cheng at this time, Fan Xiaoling probably understood why Xue Cheng attracted him, and also knew why he wanted to go home with Xue Cheng, because he saw something in Xue Cheng that no one else had.

Sometimes Fan Xiaoling felt that Xue Cheng was like a pampas grass, tough as silk, no matter how difficult it was, he couldn't be crushed.

After get off work, Fan Xiaoling followed Xue Cheng and asked, "Aren't you angry?"

"Actually, I'm very angry." There was no sign of anger on Xue Cheng's face.

What if you are angry?Xue Cheng knew that he had to endure it, and only regarded such disgusting customers and store managers as bedbugs. As long as he didn't experience the bedbugs and resisted the urge to go up and pinch the bedbugs, he would be fine.

Thinking back now, if we were not calm at the time, we would have lost even more.

Not worth it for the bedbugs.

Fan Xiaoling looked at Xue Cheng and suddenly felt a little distressed.

"Let me carry you." Fan Xiaoling offered to carry Xue Cheng.

"Do you know how?" Xue Cheng doubted whether Fan Xiaoling could ride a bicycle, after all, the person in front of him just took the bus and subway for the first time a few days ago.

"I will." Fan Xiaoling nodded, "As the heir of the Fan family, I have learned almost everything."

Xue Cheng had been working for almost a day and was a little tired, so he agreed to let Fan Xiaoling drive him home.

Although Fan Xiaoling knew it, he was not very proficient. Xue Cheng could see that he was trying to control the balance.