The cold and ruthless school bully's school god, Xiaojiaofu

After raising his feet at Xie Ting's house for several days, Bian Jing started to go out to pick up work.

This holiday is not long, only [-] days, the first round of review will start on August [-]st, and Bian Jing has to hurry up to earn college tuition.

In the past few days at Xie's house, Bian Jing hadn't seen Secretary Yu since the first day he met her. He heard from Xie Ting that he was going to a poor county in the mountainous area to investigate educational resources.

This kind of low-level work didn't require Secretary Yu to go in person, but Secretary Yu was so sincere that he only made a few phone calls in the mountains and came back to ask Xie Ting how his food was.

"The food is pretty good. Brother Jing can cook." Xie Ting said.

Secretary Yu smiled gratifiedly, but still told Xie Ting, "Don't force him around, after all, he is your classmate, not Aunt Gui."

Aunt Gui is the nanny of the Xie family.

Xie Ting glanced at the scene where he was lying on the sofa and playing with his mobile phone, and then at the injured leg hanging on his own leg, and said: "Where I dare to order him, he does it himself. I can't even persuade him." live."

Bian Jing noticed that their mother and son were talking about themselves, and looked up vigilantly from the phone.

Secretary Yu said distressedly: "That's because he has had a difficult life since he was a child, and he has developed the ability to talk less and do more. I think you should learn more hands-on skills from him. In the future, when you go to university, no one will wash it for you. Clothes, no one cooks for you, what can you do?"

"Oh, I know."

Xie Ting didn't think about such a long-term thing, he dealt with his mother for a few words, and hung up the phone.

"What did Auntie say?" Bian Jing asked.

The so-called people are under the eaves, and the side scenes still care about the evaluation of the host.

Xie Ting loosened his legs for him, scabs formed, and the wound started to itch. Xie Ting held down his hands so that he wouldn't scratch them, and could only rub and pat him to relieve him.

She lowered her head and relaxed carefully: "My mother praises you for being virtuous and capable."

Bian Jing's ears turned red, and he muttered, "Isn't this a word to praise girls?"

Xie Ting pinched his calf bone and said, "Yes, my mother praised you as a girl."

"..."

Bian Jing supported his body with his hands, looked at Xie Ting's perfect side profile, heard that he lifted his foot, put it into his shoes, and urged: "Hurry up, we're going to be late."

In the afternoon, I made an appointment with Sister Lan to come to the studio at two o'clock.

Seeing that he was in a hurry, Xie Ting complained, "Brother Jing, you should put on your shoes before leaving."

Bian Jing looked down and saw that the laces of the canvas shoes were spread out on both sides. Just as he was about to squat down to tie them, a pair of slender hands stretched out from his side had already grabbed the laces, and dexterously tied a butterfly machine.

When Xie Ting stood up from the ground, Bian Jing said with an unnatural expression: "Thank you."

Xie Ting supported him, and said naturally: "You're welcome, treat me to dinner."

"Okay, what do you want to eat?"

"Sweet and sour pork ribs."

Bian Jing was still searching in his mind which restaurant's sweet and sour pork ribs are delicious, Xie Ting already smiled and said, "I want to eat Jing Ge's sweet and sour pork ribs."

Bian Jing punched him and scolded: "Your uncle, just tell me if you want me to cook."

These days, the two of them don't all eat at home. Many times, they are too lazy to go out to buy vegetables under the sun, and they often order takeaway.

Xie Ting said: "I don't remember clearly."

Bian Jing didn't understand: "Huh?"

"My uncle, my father and his family are all in Beijing, and only my father went south to Zhanning to develop for my mother." Xie Ting said.

Side view: "Oh."

Xie Ting: "So you said that my uncle wants you to cook, I said I can't remember, but I think it's true that you cook."

Ever since Bian Jing cooked breakfast eggs for him in the kitchen that morning, Xie Ting especially liked watching Bian Jing busying him with breakfast, lunch and dinner in the kitchen.

Three meals a day, with him.

"Okay, okay, come back early from work in the afternoon, how about we go to the vegetable market to buy vegetables and cook?" Bian Jing went out, blocking the door with his hand to let Xie Ting come out.

Xie Ting went out the door, reached out to lock it, and the two walked out of the yard.

When I took the bus to the creative park, I just pinched it.

Sister Lan just woke up from her lunch break when she suddenly saw two handsome men of similar stature coming out of the elevator, her eyes on the bridge of her nose slipped, and her eyes were full of surprise: "Oh, buy one get one free?"

Bian Jing had already arrived in front of him, he greeted him politely and introduced: "Hello, Sister Lan, this is my friend, bring me here today."

After Sister Lan answered him, she put on a hundredfold smile on her face, and warmly extended her hand to the extraordinary Xie Ting: "Hello, I'm Jinlan, and they all call me Sister Lan."

Xie Ting was still hesitating whether to hold it or not. He hated the sun too much when he went out. He had a pair of sunglasses on his face at home, his mouth was pursed, and his jawline was sharp.

Serious when not talking, not smiling.

Bian Jing stretched out his hand to touch Xie Ting's elbow, Xie Ting reached out to hold it, and introduced himself: "Xie Ting."

But the sunglasses on his face still did not take off.

Bian Jing sighed in his heart, that's it, as long as Xie Ting is in front of unfamiliar people, he can release full air-conditioning and deterrent power.

This is also the reason why ordinary little girls dare not approach him.

Sister Lan is used to all kinds of arrogant people. Xie Ting is wearing an extraordinary outfit, and the sunglasses on his face are the classic sunglasses of the international famous brand Tick.

It is no longer produced, and it is a commodity that is priceless in the market.

Counting the clothes and shoes on him in detail, the total amount of this outfit is close to [-] yuan.

Since he is Bian Jing's friend, he must also be a high school student.

A high school student can wear clothes with such taste and price, which means that the family is either rich or expensive, and this suit is just casual wear.