After wearing the book, the richest man became my diehard fan

When Tan Jingyao woke up the next day, it was still dark.

He lay on the bed for a while, and habitually fumbled for the switch of the bedside lamp, but accidentally bumped into something, and was quickly caught by him when he was about to fall.

Putting the things back on the bedside table, Tan Jingyao sat up, and finally judged that this was not his bedroom through the faint light of the street lamp shining in from outside the curtains.

After finally finding the phone, Tan Jingyao turned on the flashlight and finally found the light switch in the room.

With a "pop", the lights were brightly lit, and the simple and warm room layout made Tan Jingyao dazzled for a moment.

The manuscripts of Professor Ingram Dalton are neatly placed on the white desk, and there is a notebook for taking notes beside it.Moreover, Tan Jingyao glanced at the content of the record on the spread out page, and found that the person who recorded it had a very deep understanding of the manuscript.

Next to the white computer, there is a simple calendar with small goals that I want to achieve every day.

And in the upper left corner of the desk, there is a white little prince music box, the little prince is holding a bouquet of white roses, which is almost the same as the music box at home.

Tan Jingyao subconsciously reached out to pick it up, dialed the button, and the little prince danced slowly while holding the rose.

This music box is fine and well cared for by the owner.

Tan Jingyao's heart was inexplicably warm, and when the music box stopped after playing the song once, he put it back in place for Wen Zong.

Pushing open the door, Tan Jingyao who walked to the corridor saw Wen Zong curled up on the sofa and sleeping, the TV in the living room was still emitting a faint light.

Thinking that Wen Zong gave up his room and slept in the living room because he was drunk last night, Tan Jingyao felt very guilty.He walked downstairs quickly, picked him up, and sent him back to the bed in the room.

Wen Zong usually doesn't have class, he sleeps until he wakes up naturally, today he just has class in the afternoon, he didn't set the alarm clock, it was just past eight o'clock when he opened his eyes.

The weather is fine today. Although it is getting closer to summer, it is still cool with the wind blowing.

Wen Zong opened the curtains in the room, and opened the windows again. The moment the sun was shining on his face, he suddenly remembered that Tan Jingyao was still at his house, and he obviously slept in the living room last night!

Rushing downstairs, Wen Zong saw Tan Jingyao talking to Aunt Yao in the dining room.

"Oh, I've woken up from the young master, good morning." Aunt Yao saw Wen Zong the first time, and greeted him to go downstairs for breakfast.

"Good morning, Aunt Yao...Good morning, Brother Jing Yao." Wen Zong's eyes fell on Tan Jingyao.

"Morning." Tan Jingyao nodded.

Aunt Yao urged him: "Since the young master came to eat breakfast, Mr. Tan made these."

"So good?" Wen Zong saw a table of sumptuous breakfast, and had a deeper understanding of Tan Jingyao's cooking skills.

He prefers Chinese food, and because he has a bad stomach, he prefers pasta. He didn't hesitate to use a small bowl to serve himself a bowl of fine noodles that looked delicious.

The noodles were not lumpy yet, Wen Zong couldn't help feeling how clever he was when he woke up.

Wen Huahui got up earlier, the old man didn't sleep as well as the young man, and after getting up early in the morning, he had already controlled the wheelchair and went out for a walk.

When the doorbell rang, Wen Zong had just finished eating and put down his chopsticks.

Aunt Yao said, "Mr. Wen must be back", and ran out quickly to open the door.

Wen Zong packed up the empty bowls and chopsticks and threw them into the kitchen sink. When he was about to wash the dishes, he asked Tan Jingyao, "Brother Jingyao, do you want to take a bath here? You slept deeply yesterday, and I didn't." Help you wipe..."

When Wen Zong said the last word, he felt suddenly embarrassed, and his voice became smaller.

Tan Jingyao thought about it, then shook his head: "I didn't bring a change of clothes, forget it."

After finishing speaking, he walked into the kitchen: "I'll wash the dishes for you, and then I'll go back."

Not long after the two of them were busy, Aunt Yao came to drive them out, but she couldn't resist the two's stubbornness, she just watched them clean and arrange the dishes neatly.

"Then I'll go back first. I'm really sorry for disturbing you here yesterday." Tan Jingyao stood at the door and thanked politely.

Wen Huahui called out: "Cong Cong, send it off."

"Hey! Brother Jingyao, I'll see you off." Wen Zong accepted the task happily and went out with Tan Jingyao.

Tan Jingyao's car was parked in a parking lot in front, and it took about 10 minutes to walk there.

The two walked side by side along the street, and Tan Jingyao took the initiative to ask, "Is Professor Dalton's manuscript good?"

Wen Zong was taken aback by the question, and the "richest man" in his mind suddenly had a real appearance, but he remembered that the other party had said in the library a long time ago that he was also a student of Professor Ingram Dalton, so he stopped thinking about it.

"Well, do you also have these manuscripts?" Wen Zong didn't know whether it was to affirm what he was thinking or something, and added to himself, "I remember you are a student of Professor Dalton."

"Yes, I have a lot here. Do you need them? I can lend them to you." Tan Jingyao asked.

"Is it possible? Wouldn't it be inconvenient?" Wen Zong definitely needed it, but he was afraid that it would be inconvenient for Tan Jingyao to give it.

Tan Jingyao is naturally convenient. He even gave Wen Zong the manuscripts he brought back from Professor Dalton's house before, and kept them in the car after sorting them out. Now he happened to have this opportunity.

"It's convenient, it's in the car, and I'll bring it to you later."

"Okay, after I finish reading it..."

"You keep it. I don't study law now, so I won't need it for the time being." Tan Jingyao was afraid that Wen Zong would be burdened, so he added, "If I really need it in the future, I'll ask you for it."

"Okay." Wen Zong patted his chest and assured, "I will definitely keep it safe."

"Hmm." Tan Jingyao nodded and asked again, "I saw a music box in your room, did you buy it?"

"I can't remember, I saw it at your house last time." Wen Zong rubbed the back of his head and asked guessingly, "The two are so similar, so we bought them together, right?"

"Maybe." Tan Jingyao always felt that he should think of something, but the memory of the music box was already a little fuzzy.

He never told anyone about it. He didn't know when he had a soft spot for all kinds of little prince's things, especially the music box at home that had its base burned, and the small white box that had been kept in the company. Prince fountain pen.

However, regarding the origin of these two things, Tan Jingyao always felt that he could grasp something, but he still couldn't remember it.

Wen Zong observed Tan Jingyao's expression calmly, and found that he really didn't seem to know the relationship between these two music boxes, and his heart was full of confusion.

To be honest, he didn't know why the two music boxes were so similar, but his own was more particular, after all, Yao Zhengya had taken photos of the music box in the album of his growth records.But for Tan Jingyao, he has never seen any evidence of the source anywhere, and even he himself does not know the source.

"I'll give you the manuscript first." When he got to the car, Tan Jingyao opened the trunk of the car and took out a box of manuscripts that had been sorted out.

Wen Zong was about to take it, but Tan Jingyao asked, "Do you want me to move it back for you?"

"...No need, I just sent you here." Walking back and forth is really funny.

"Then I'll drive you there." Tan Jingyao said, putting the suitcase in the back seat, "Get in the car."

This time, the other party didn't give Wen Zong a chance to refute, and directly sat in the driver's seat, and even reversed the car.

Wen Zong thought about it, and got into the car without any burden.

It was true that Tan Jingyao was passing by Wen Zong's house on his way to the company in the CBD center, so he happened to be on the way.After sending Wen Zong home, he said goodbye to him.

Wen Zong waved his hand until the black Bentley disappeared at the end of the road before he returned home with the suitcase in his hands.

"Come back so soon?" Wen Huahui was quite surprised to see him.

"Yeah, brother Jing Yao got into the car and wants to take me back."

"No wonder." Wen Huahui saw the box in his hand and asked curiously, "What is this?"

"It's a manuscript from a teacher at Brother Jingyao University. I borrowed it for reference when writing novels." Wen Zong explained patiently.

Wen Huahui was not interested in these, so he let him go with a wave.

Back in the room, Wen Zong sorted out the manuscripts and put them together with the ones he hadn't read before, and then turned on the computer.

His archived manuscripts have been squandered a lot recently, and there is an urgent need to add something.

However, before the code words, he first sent a few messages to the "richest man".

[From Cong]: I have a friend who also gave me some manuscripts of Professor Dalton today.

[Cong Cong]: You both come from the same school. Could it be that you were classmates in college?

[From]: [Ha ha]

After Tan Jingyao arrived at the top floor of the company, he went to the rest area to take a shower, changed into clean clothes, sat down in front of the computer and began to seriously reply to Wen Zong's news.

[yao]: Do you like the manuscript?

[Cong Cong]: I like it!

[Cong Cong]: They are all priceless treasures!

[yao]: That's good.

[Cong Cong]: Seriously, if I have a chance in the future, I will introduce you two to meet [hehe]

[yao]: Good.

After Tan Jingyao replied this sentence, he laughed a little.

It's okay to meet yourself.

And thanks to Wen Zong's never been to ATU, what he didn't know was that Professor Ingram Dalton seldom takes care of students, one student a year is a big deal.Tan Jingyao was favored by Professor Ingram Dalton back then, and he was the only student he took care of after five years.

After cleaning the kitchen, Aunt Yao walked to the door of Wen Zong's room while carrying tools. When she saw the box on the ground, she picked it up and knocked on the door twice.

"Young master, do you still want the box at the door?"

"No need! Thank you, Aunt Yao." Wen Zong replied loudly through the door.

"Then I'll throw it into the recycling box for you." Aunt Yao said, carrying the box to the recycling place not far from home.

When she was about to throw away the empty box, Aunt Yao suddenly found some words printed on the inside of the box. Looking carefully, it seemed that it was "only for Cejin internal use".

Because Wen Zong didn't buy much online, Aunt Yao had a deep impression of the boxes that came to her house. It seemed that the same city express box she picked up for Wen Zong last time also had such a label.

Aunt Yao thought about it carefully, but she really didn't remember it, so she threw the box into the recycling pool.

The author has something to say: Li's matter has come to an end for the time being, but it will be resolved soon~

Box struggling: Do you know how much I'm worth!How can you throw me away!Send me back quickly!I am the witness of love! qwq