I am a rich man

"No." The assistant couldn't help laughing out loud, "I'm looking for Mr.'s benefactor."

"Then you go quickly." Gu Yuhe knew what happened recently, and said hastily after hearing the words.

The assistant left, Gu Yuhe hesitated for a while, but decided to go upstairs.

He pushed open the door and leaned halfway in.

Gu Yingchi was sitting on the bed, drinking porridge.

Because the wound has not fully healed, his face is a little pale.

"Uncle, how do you feel?" Gu Yuhe walked over, grinned, and sat on the edge of the bed.

"Why didn't you go to class today?" Gu Yingchi put down the empty bowl, looked at Gu Yuhe, "Skipped class?"

Gu Yuhe's neck was tightened by the unsalty words, and he immediately stood up, waved his hands and said, "No, no, I, I just miss my uncle. I haven't seen my uncle for so long. I'm worried about my uncle, so I asked for leave and didn't skip class!"

He looked sincere, and finally made a gesture of swearing.

Gu Yingchi didn't speak, and there was no expression on his face, his eyes were deep and dark, and he felt full of oppression when looking at people.

Gu Yuhe felt chills from being stared at like this.His brain was running fast, and finally he brought up a new topic, "Uncle, are you going to take your savior over?"

Gu Yingchi looked out the window, "With his consent."

The gentle tone made Gu Yuhe stunned, and then the face that countless girls in the school liked was a little distorted.

His uncle, his tone just now was so...gentle?

This is definitely a ghost!

His uncle usually reacts indifferently to others no matter what they say or do, even to his nephew.

Gu Yuhe was sad because of this when he was young, and felt that Gu Yingchi hated him, but later he realized that Gu Yingchi has such an unpredictable character, and he treats everyone like this.

"I'm fine, you can go back to school. Your homeroom teacher called me a month ago and asked me to go to school. Yuhe, are you causing trouble again?" a deep voice sounded slowly.

Come, come, these familiar words.

What Gu Yuhe was most afraid of was that Gu Yingchi would ask him in an extremely flat tone that couldn't hear any emotion, and that made people unable to fathom or guess: Yuhe, are you causing trouble again?

Gu Yuhe swears that the speed when he played the rattle was not as fast as shaking his head now, "No!"

Who can imagine how imposing he is in school. In front of Gu Yingchi, his legs are often weak.

Gu Yuhe has a flamboyant personality, and he is not afraid of anyone on weekdays, except his uncle.

Gu Yuhe couldn't describe how terrifying Gu Yingchi was, but he had a deep-seated fear of Gu Yingchi.

"Go back." Gu Yingchi said calmly, "I'm fine here."

Gu Yuhe knew that he didn't like repeating a sentence many times, so he didn't dare to say anything more, so he obediently responded, turned his head and went out, closing the door behind him.

When the room was quiet, Gu Yingchi took the book on the bedside table and opened it. Looking at the words on it, Song Yuan's thin appearance and those dark and bright eyes appeared in his mind.

The slender fingers moved slightly and turned a page of the book.

If Song Yuan agrees to come over, he must make up for it.

too skinny.

*

Gu Yuhe sat slumped on the sofa, and just breathed a sigh of relief when he suddenly heard a voice coming from beside him, which made him startled.

"Master, do you need something to eat?"

When I looked up, I realized that it was the new nanny.

He announced the names of a few dishes, thanked him with a smile, leaned back on the sofa, took out his mobile phone, and scrolled through the news in a boring way, and suddenly found that someone in the class liked him.

Click to see, it is a picture.

There is a man sitting in his place.

Gu Yuhe became angry immediately, sat up straight, zoomed in on the photo and stared at the man's face for a long time, wrote it down and returned.

Most people in the group were discussing Song Yuan and Song Yao. Gu Yuhe watched for a while and remembered a recent gossip.

It is a fake to say that the Song family's young master is a fake. The real young master has been in the country for 18 years.The reason is that Mrs. Song inadvertently talked about holding the wrong child when chatting with those rich wives. Among the wives, the wife who disliked Mrs. Song said, "Song Yao and Mrs. Song are not alike at all, no Maybe I was wrongly hugged too."

Mrs. Song was furious when she heard that, and quarreled with that wife. In the end, the other wives saw that the matter was serious and persuaded them for a long time before they calmed down.

It's just that the more Mrs. Song thought about it when she went home, the more angry she became, and finally somehow convinced herself that she really went for a paternity test.

The result was negative, the son I had raised for 18 years was really not my own.I was anxious to investigate again, and only then did I know that when Mrs. Song gave birth in a hospital in another city, the baby was carried by the wrong person.

Her child was taken away by an ordinary family, and the child they held was a child of an ordinary family.After so many years, I heard that the ordinary family had long since disappeared, and seemed to be dead.The wrong child was fostered at a neighbor's house, could not get enough to eat all day long, was abused, and was frighteningly thin.

The Song family immediately sent someone to pick her up.

When Gu Yuhe heard this gossip, he felt that the blood was dead.

The person sitting in his seat is the real young master who just came back from the countryside.

Gu Yuhe clicked on the picture again and took a closer look.

His facial features are pretty, and his skin is fair, but he is too thin.

How does it have anything to do with the ignorant, dirty and smelly people from the countryside they said?

Someone hit him again.

Gu Yuhe impatiently answered a few periods.

The group was quiet for a moment.

Gu Yuhe became even more annoyed, "Aren't you looking for me? I'm dumb after talking?"

No one expected Gu Yuhe to reply to the message while they were chatting, most of them were a little surprised, they could all feel Gu Yuhe's violent anger, no one dared to speak again.

"Tell that person to stay away from my position @口长, I don't want to see him sitting next to me tomorrow."

When high school just started, Gu Yuhe used to be at the same table.At that time, the deskmate was too wordy and often gossiped around Gu Yuhe, but Gu Yuhe couldn't bear it and switched positions.Unexpectedly, the second tablemate is even more outrageous, because he has a crush on Gu Yuhe and talks about love with Gu Yuhe every day.

In the end Gu Yuhe chose to sit alone.

Xiao Liu didn't want to say anything when she saw the news, but there was no other way, Gu Yuhe hit her, she didn't want to offend Gu Yuhe, so she stood up reluctantly, went to Song Yuan's side, and knocked on the table.

"Song Yuan, Gu Yuhe told you to stay away from his position."

Song Yuan, who was writing notes, paused, knowing that the Gu Yuhe she was talking about was his deskmate who hadn't appeared yet, and nodded: "Got it."

Then he bowed his head and continued to write notes.

Xiao Liu pursed her lips, glanced casually at his notes, and was a little stunned.

She thought that this person was scribbling, but the notes were full of important points, and the summaries were very good. Some topics she didn't know were just a glance away.

Just as Xiao Liu was about to say something, the classmates behind him started booing again, "Squad leader, why do you keep staring at him? You really like him?"

"Shut up!" Song Yao was also looking at this side, Xiao Liusheng was afraid that Song Yao would listen to the people around him and misunderstand something, so he said angrily: "I don't like people like Song Yuan from the countryside."

The classroom instantly became extremely quiet because of her words.

Xiao Liu was stunned, a little embarrassed, wanted to apologize to Song Yuan, but felt it was unnecessary.

She was telling the truth.

The eerie silence was quickly broken by snickering.

Song Yao's gaze became complicated, and Xiao Liu didn't know the meaning, but thought that Song Yao might be angry because he said Song Yuan, so he stomped his feet and quickly returned to his position.

Song Yuan was still writing notes, as if he didn't hear Xiao Liu's words at all.

"Song Yuan, what are you writing? Yo, take notes." Chen Shenghan, who spoke the harshest words in the discussion group, came over to take a look, and laughed, "I remember it was like that, I thought You understand."

He directly thought that Song Yuan didn't understand, he was memorizing notes, and didn't see the point of Song Yuan's summary at all.

After Song Yuan finished writing, he closed the notebook, moved the table back, and sat behind the original seat, staggered to be side by side with Gu Yuhe, and did not answer Chen Shenghan's words.

"Talk to you, why are you still like this?" Chen Shenghan didn't read the news in the group, thinking that Song Yuan deliberately stayed away from him, and now he got a little angry, and said coldly: "By the way, I haven't interviewed you yet. .As the real young master of the Song family, I was hugged and missed so many years of hard life when I was a child. Now that I am back, how do you feel?"

"I have no impression." Song Yuan lowered his eyes and sorted out other notes.

Chen Shenghan didn't believe his words, and continued to ask the question he wanted to ask: "Do you really hate Song Yao?"

Song Yao, who was eavesdropping, looked at Chen Shenghan instantly when he heard this sentence.

Chen Shenghan raised his eyebrows and smiled at him, his eyes full of provocation.

He and Song Yao didn't get along, and he would be extremely upset when he met Song Yao before he was divided into classes. When they were divided into classes, Chen Shenghan could see Song Yao every day.There is no way to ignore it, so I ridiculed Song Yao whenever I got the chance.

There is no other reason, he just thinks Song Yao is pretending.

Most people in the classroom put down what they were doing and pricked up their ears, waiting for Song Yuan's answer.

"No." In the silence, Song Yuan gave two words indifferently.

"Are you afraid of Song Yao?" Chen Shenghan clicked his tongue and winked, "What are you afraid of? I will support you. You have said everything you need to say."

This sentence was not sincere, and the tone was full of harshness. Song Yuan stared at Chen Shenghan with no fluctuations in his tone, "No, thank you."

He is not a fool, so it is natural to hear what Chen Shenghan thinks about him.

"You're welcome. Tell the truth. Did Song Yao bully you?"

"What nonsense are you talking about? Does Song Yao look like he can bully people? I think he is bullying Song Yao. Isn't Song Yao late in the morning because of him?" Xiao Liu couldn't bear it and stood up abruptly. Standing up, he patted the table and said.

"How does the class monitor know it's because of Song Yuan? I heard that Song Yao didn't point to Song Yuan and say it was him." Chen Shenghan chuckled, and said in a strange way: "Squad monitor, how can you pour dirty water on someone?"

Xiao Liu paused, half dead with anger, "Chen Shenghan, if you're really full and have nothing to do, go to the playground and sweep the floor. Song Yao doesn't like it every day."

"Then what does it matter to you?"

"I'm the monitor."

"Hey, why didn't you say you were the squad leader when so many people mocked Song Yuan just now. You don't have such a double standard."

Xiao Liu was silent, then ignored this sentence, and continued to quarrel with Chen Shenghan.

"Anyway, you are not allowed to talk about Song Yao."

"I won't, I want Song Yao, what can you do to me." Chen Shenghan became more excited when he heard it, with a provocative smile on his face, and his tone was mean.

Seeing the two of them getting louder and louder around him, Song Yuan got up and walked out of the classroom.

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Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!