The President Mistook Him For A Canary!

The clean and bright luxury villa is as bright as day.

Especially in the study room, the chandelier and lamps were shining brightly, making the eyes very dizzy.

He was wearing a white bathrobe, with a little muscle curve showing at the neckline.The hair was draped softly on the head, and as soon as he lay down on the table, his head was knocked.

"It's almost two o'clock." Zhuo Shu looked sadly at the wall clock next to him.

Ying Tongchen sat across from him, crossed his legs, took off his glasses and wiped them slowly, without raising his head, he said, "Who says you have to do homework all night? You won't go to bed until you finish it?"

Zhuo Shu said angrily, "That's...your brother said, it's none of my business!"

Ying Tongchen paused, and chuckled lightly: "Then brother, continue to work hard, brother will accompany you."

He put the materials on the table, raised his head lazily, and pointed his fingers at the table. He was about to say something when Zhuo Shu interrupted him, "Don't move, I'll draw a picture for you."

"You can still draw?" Ying Tongchen wondered.

"That's natural." Zhuo Shu held up the pen in mid-air, and roughly measured the positions of his three courts and five eyes, "It's really good-looking."

"Don't think rainbow farts are useful, you still have to do your homework," Ying Tongchen said.

"Don't talk, let me finish the painting first, I have already found the feeling." Zhuo Shu lowered his head and began to paint next to the title, looking up from time to time.

Ying Tongchen stared at him in a daze, thinking about his future plans, when Zhuo Jue said that the painting was finished.

"So fast? It's only been a few minutes?" Ying Tongchen asked in disbelief.

"It's not so difficult. At least I learned it for a while when I was in school. The important thing is not the similarity in shape, but the similarity in spirit." Zhuo Shu proudly raised the five three in his hand, looked at the person in the painting, and compared it with the one opposite The man boasted, "The painting is really lifelike, do you want to see it?"

Ying Tongchen took it over and took a look, only to see a rectangular frame drawn in the blank space in the corner, and a small square frame in the upper right corner of the frame.Inside the frame was a small human head with a stick figure, a round face, a round nose, a round mouth, and a pair of round glasses.

Perhaps because he was worried that he would not recognize him, there was a small word "Ying" written on his forehead.

Ying Tongchen: "..."

"How is it? Isn't it very similar?" Zhuo Shu stroked his chin and looked at him, "Your performance today is very good. You really look like my class teacher back then. From time to time, you would stand at the back door of the classroom and peek."

Ying Tongchen picked up the book and slammed it on his head.

Zhuo Shu hugged his head and was knocked several times, while laughing happily: "Okay, I was wrong, I won't tease you. Let's go to sleep, shall we?"

Ying Tongchen dropped the materials, turned around and left.

Zhuo Shu quickly chased after him and grabbed his arm before he entered the door: "Are you really angry?"

Ying Tongchen looked sideways, and suddenly asked: "If we are not in a nurturing relationship, or if the relationship expires, what are your plans?"

Zhuo Shu was stunned when he was asked, "Why are you talking about this all of a sudden? We've only been here for a little over two months, and you want to break up with me?"

"Can't you?" Ying Tongchen asked.

"No." Zhuo Shu blurted out.

The two were silent for a moment, Zhuo Shu suddenly turned back, sat in front of the desk, his chest heaved violently, and stared lifelessly at the villain next to the exercise.

"Forget it, go to sleep." Ying Tongchen said in a low voice.

Zhuo Shu: "Go to sleep by yourself."

Ying Tongchen really went to sleep by himself, and closed the door heavily by the way.

Zhuo Shu's body trembled, he looked back at the closed door, wanted to go back, but dared not.

How miserable he is, he is a dignified benefactor, after sending the car to the house, he was shut out by the little lover, who didn't give him any caring and loving eyes.

Angry.

He picked up the pen angrily, staring at the little figure in the painting, a cold light flashed in his eyes.

In the early morning of the next day, Ying Tongchen opened his eyes, looked at the sun outside, and realized that he had forgotten to close the curtains, and the whole room was brightly lit.

He sat on the big bed, watching everything in the room slowly and seriously.

The floor is as bright as new, the walls are clean and fresh, and there is little other than the necessary furniture, but it does not affect its spaciousness and splendor.

You can still see the outside scenery here. In the distance of the green space is an artificial lake, which connects the clusters of hills on the opposite side.

This price is not cheap.

But now, he stayed here for one night because of an own goal.

He rubbed between his brows irritably, not knowing why he was angry.

Is it because Zhuo Shu admits the wrong person?

Or is it because Zhuo Shu treats himself as a plaything?

Or even...after Zhuo Special got tired of playing, he would immediately find someone else. Can this seat be changed at will?

Ying Tongchen shook his head and suddenly felt something was wrong.

In his mind, the two of them were just friends, so why did he care who Zhuo Shu would find in the future?

Even if the relationship is broken, he may find a new friend, so why is he so angry?

Thinking of this, Ying Tongchen felt relieved.

That's right, after a while when he got tired of playing with Zhuo Shu, he would fire him.

If you don't treat me like a human, I can only treat you like a dog :)

After making up his mind, he got up and went to the main bathroom to wash up. After getting dressed, he opened the door, but found that there was no movement outside.

"Zhuoshu?" He called out, but no one answered.

He searched around the huge villa, ran through all the rooms, and even searched under the bed, but found no one.

Finally, he came to the study, still empty, but a thin blanket had been draped over the chair.

It seems that he curled up here and fell asleep last night.

He walked to the table, and saw Wusan on the table spread out on the first page, and a new head portrait was drawn in a large blank space.

It's not the sand sculpture villain from last night, but a well-made painting stroke by stroke. This time, it is similar in shape, very similar to myself.

Ying Tongchen picked it up, touched the person on the painting, and touched his own face, suddenly found that the corners of his mouth were upturned, and immediately smoothed it down again.

Next to Wusan was a note——

"The company is in a hurry. The key is on the table. Remember to take it with you. Also, don't be angry! It's just a painting, you cheapskate."

"Who wants your key." Ying Tongchen put the book and the note back, walked downstairs and was about to leave when the phone rang.

He glanced at the caller, it was an old man whom he hadn't contacted for a long time.

Since he experienced such an embarrassing thing in front of the old man last time, he has been afraid to take the initiative to contact him.

I don't know why I called him this time.

"Good morning." He answered the phone.

"What are you busy with these days? There is no news at all." The old man asked.

"I'm busy with work." Ying Tongchen rubbed his neck guiltily, "I've been very busy at work recently, so I will definitely go back another day."

"I didn't mean to urge you. It's normal for you young people to have their own affairs." The old man said, "I called you, mainly to ask you, is the business of your studio particularly good recently?"

Ying Tongchen: "Recently, we have expanded our business in small languages, what's wrong?"

"It's just that money has been transferred in from the card recently, and just now it has reached a large amount." The old man pondered, "Although you are getting dividends, you don't send them out so frequently, right? And the amount of money each time But there are many."

"Is it coming every other day?" Ying Tongchen frowned.

The old man: "Yes, why don't you ask Xiao Lu, I always feel uneasy, you are not messing around outside, are you?"

"How come..." Ying Tongchen's voice paused, as if he had thought of something, he quickly put on his shoes, "Take a screenshot of the text message and send it to me, I'll come over now."

He opened the door and took two steps outside, then suddenly ran back to the study on the second floor, his eyes fell on the exercise set on the table.

On the way back, he glanced at the screenshot. It was a private account that remitted the money, but it was not Lu Zongcai.

He called Zhuo Wei, but there was a busy signal.

The old man was sitting on the sofa waiting for him, and when he heard the doorbell rang, he opened the door and blurted out: "Look at you, just come, why did you bring Ben Wusan here."

Ying Tongchen glanced at Wu San in his arms, and put it on the cabinet next to him.

"Bring me some to practice?" The old man reached out to get it.

Ying Tongchen slapped it on the cover: "No, this one belongs to someone else."

The old man: "Oh, all right, let's talk first."

Ying Tongchen got the card, checked the accounts carefully with the old man, and found that the first large account was the first day after he met Zhuo Shu.

"..." Ying Tongchen explained with difficulty, "It seems that a friend of mine made a mistake."

The old man: "Let me just say, this kind of money is too hot to hold in my hands, so hurry up and pay it back."

"Yeah." Ying Tongchen went to the nearest bank to re-apply for a card, transferred the money, then handed over the original card to the old man, and told him not to just focus on saving money.

After he returned to the apartment, he put the bank card and Bentley key on the table, and called Mi Shu.

The other party picked it up quickly, but his tone was a little hasty: "Hello? Mr. Ying, what's the matter?"

Ying Tongchen asked, "Are you busy today?"

"Well, something urgent happened, Mr. Zhuo is holding a temporary meeting." Mi Shu said, "I'm in the bathroom now, if you need something urgent, you can tell me first, and I will pass it on to Mr. Zhuo later. "

"It's okay, you guys go ahead." Ying Tongchen hung up the phone after finishing speaking.

The next day is another working day. Apart from the daily teaching work, I have to start a new job.

There will be a mid-term exam at the end of the month, and then there will be a sports meeting and a parents' meeting. There are a lot of things to do.

After Ying Tongchen announced the two news to the class, some of the students were happy and some were worried. They were happy that they could skip classes at the sports meeting, and worried that there would be a terrible parent meeting after the midterm exam!

Zhuo Zi lay on the table and began to feel sad.

The deskmate asked her what was wrong, and she replied sadly: "What will the parents do? My mother is definitely going to watch the game, and my father's whereabouts are erratic."

The deskmate asked: "Don't you still have a brother? Let him come, I saw your brother's back photo in the post bar, handsome, bring it here and let me see the front! Maybe I will be you Sister-in-law!"

"You? Sister-in-law?" Zhuo Zi chuckled, "No, I have a sister-in-law I like."

Deskmate: "Isn't it? Who is it? Do I know you?"

Zhuo Zi smiled mysteriously, turned his eyes to the person who was writing on the blackboard, and said with emotion: "Tsk, why is the teacher's handwriting so beautiful, learn it quickly."

Ying Tongchen was busy with school work during the day, and had to translate some manuscripts at night, so he forgot about other things when he got busy.

Until the special call came.

He glanced at the time, it was 10:30 on Wednesday night.

Zhuo Shu: "Villa, are you coming?"

Ying Tongchen: "No, I'm busy."

Zhuoshu: "..."

Thursday morning at 06:30.

Zhuo Shu: "Villa, will you come tonight?"

Ying Tongchen: "Don't go, it's early."

Zhuoshu: "......"

Friday at 12:30 noon.

Zhuo Shu: "Villa..."

Ying Tongchen: "No."

"You're bold, aren't you!" Zhuo Shu raised his voice.

Ying Tongchen sat in the cafeteria eating, indifferent: "If you have nothing to do, hang up."

"Wait." Zhuo Shu's tone dropped again, "You are still angry, aren't you?"

"Why are you angry?" Ying Tongchen said with a smile, "What can I be angry with?"

What is there for you dog man to be angry about you.

Zhuo Shu asked, "Didn't I redraw a picture for you? Didn't you see it?"

Ying Tongchen: "I see, it's so ugly."

Zhuo Shu stopped talking, expressing his aggrievedness.After a while, he said forcefully, "You must come over tonight."

"Row."

"Really?" Zhuo Shu was overjoyed.

"Ah."

After school, Ying Tongchen wanted to rush home immediately, but was stopped by several teachers to discuss the sports meeting.

In addition to the competitions of the students, the teachers also have a small number of events to participate in the sports meeting, which are divided into three grade group competitions.

Zheng Zhinan pulled him to sign up for the men's long-distance running and 4X100 mixed relay.

After confirming these things, he glanced at the time, and then hurried home with the textbooks needed for lesson preparation.As soon as he walked downstairs, he remembered that he had his bank card and car keys with him, and immediately went to the parking lot to drive the Bentley out.

Hurrying to the villa, he pulled out the key, picked up the textbook thrown on the co-pilot and put it in his arms.

After closing the door, I took one last look at the car.

The doorbell rang a few times before footsteps could be heard inside.

It was a familiar scene again, just changed the scene.

"coming."

Zhuo Shu opened the door and saw the textbook in his arms at a glance, his expression cracked, "Isn't it? Tonight is the teacher again???"

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