You pervert! ! !

Yu Heng shouldered the burden of being an adult.

It smells like hot pot, and it takes hard work and sweat to wash the cub, and then wash the younger brother.

"Okay." Yu Heng agreed to him in a restrained manner, and patted Nangong Xiong's shoulder, "I'll come over as soon as I send you over, just wait."

Bad Brother's plaster arm trick works well.

Nangong Yin returned to the room with a dazed expression, and grabbed Yu Heng pitifully, "Dad, can you tell me another story?"

Without Zhao Chenghuai, Yu Heng would be very happy.

After all, the child Nangong Ji has always been independent and has a domineering and ruthless personality. Every time he acted coquettishly and acted cutely, he would feel a strong sense of accomplishment.

It's a pity that the plaster arm of the bad brother was hard and bleak, which pierced Yu Heng's conscience.

He patiently covered the child with a summer quilt and said:

"Hey, you're a mature kid now, go to bed early, tomorrow dad will help you with the procedures for skipping grades, and Brother Ye will tell you stories every day from now on."

Nangong Ji: ...

This is not telling a story, this is telling him a ghost story.

Nangong pinched the corner of the quilt, choked speechlessly with her fluffy hair, and watched Yu Heng turn off the lights and close the door.

A dark room, only the whirring sound of the air conditioner.

Nangong Ji rolled over and sat up, looking at his right hand.

White, short, and thin, neither Ye Zhennan's dark and skinny skin, nor Zhao Chenghuai's strong and powerful body.

Without any advantages, like a child with no strength to restrain a chicken.

The bad brother will live at home until he recovers, which means that in the next 100 days or so, he will have no bedtime stories and witness the scene where his father feeds the bad brother, takes a shower, and changes his clothes.

He frowned, feeling a powerful crisis.

It seems that the stable father and son depend on each other for life, and a third party is inserted, whose status is far higher than him!

Didn't he just hurt his hand!

Unconvinced, Nangong raised his right fist and knocked on the bed with a little force, making a muffled sound.

……never mind.

The little boy imagined that scene, gave up on the spot, and curled up under the quilt to sleep soundly.

It hurts too much.

Bad Brother is not human at all.

Can't compare.

When Yu Heng walked into the bathroom, he found Zhao Chenghuai sitting on the edge of the bathtub in a daze.

Seeing him coming in, she looked at him with deep and playful eyes, with a half-smile.

"Why don't you take off..."

Before the question was finished, Yu Heng realized the biggest difficulty of the plaster arm.

Zhao Chenghuai is still wearing a blue basketball jersey, with short sleeves, and the cuffs hang loosely on his tight arms, but they are not wide enough for the injured to undress with one hand.

"Looks like you won't be able to wear sleeves this summer."

Yu Heng regretted, turned and walked out, "I'll go find a pair of scissors."

The bad brother who can't make trouble, is well-behaved and pitiful when he is silent.

The metal touch of the scissors cut the fabric bit by bit along the sweaty and sticky skin, with slow torture.

As soon as he raised his gaze, he saw Yu Heng's focused downcast eyes.

Yu Heng was wearing a basketball uniform, his short hair was messy and scattered on his forehead, with traces of sweat.

The thick and dark eyelashes trembled slightly with the frequency of the scissors cutting the clothes, as if sweeping away the dust in Zhao Chenghuai's soul one by one.

Even though the bathroom is filled with the smell of children's body wash that has not dissipated, Zhao Chenghuai can clearly smell the faint fragrance on his body.

The unique scent of a mature man mixed with sweat made him hold his breath even more.

"All right!"

You're done, the team uniform is scrapped.

Yu Heng threw the cut cloth into the laundry basket with his backhand, and went to the kitchen to bring a pile of plastic wrap to waterproof the bad brother.

When he came in again, Mr. Zhao really didn't intend to support himself, and waited for the service with dark eyes.

Yu Heng squeezed the scissors in his hand with a cracking sound, and threatened: "Do you want me to cut your pants for you?"

Zhao Chenghuai was not at all afraid that he would wait for an opportunity to retaliate, so he sat on the edge of the bathtub with his long legs spread apart.

"Well, cut it."

After all, Yu Heng is not some kind of devil. He put down the scissors and became a Buddha immediately, and helped his bad brother undress himself.

In the steaming bathroom, Zhao Chenghuai enjoyed the treatment like his ancestors.

He closed his eyes, leaned half-lying in the bathtub, and didn't mind Yu Heng's gaze at all, let alone any embarrassment.

The second young master is healthy and healthy, while the young young master is too good.

Yu Heng glanced around for several times, feeling fearful many times, considering whether he should take this opportunity to hit harder next time, and let the bad brother know how powerful he is.

But he worked hard, frowned, and while washing his younger brother, he muttered: "Don't be so impulsive in the future. I fell down with my buttocks down. With your hands like this, the impact force of more than 100 catties hit the ground, and my right hand was scrapped. what to do?"

"If it's useless, it's useless."

Zhao Chenghuai lazily opened his eyelids and looked at him in the steam.

"I don't have anything to do with my right hand..."

Yu Heng suddenly picked up the shower, and rushed at Zhao Chenghuai's cheek, interrupting his indifferent words.

Hot water poured down from his head, causing Zhao Chenghuai to raise his brows slightly, he raised his hand to wipe off the water, and asked innocently, "What are you doing?"

"A reminder to love yourself."

Yu Heng snorted softly, relying on him being unable to move, the shower wandered around, making the bad brother immediately turn into a sprinkler.

"Stop acting so negative!"

In the bathroom, the heat from Nan Gongxi's shower has not dissipated. It seems that Yu Heng's attitude towards Zhao Chenghuai is full of the old father's doting on his son.

Zhao Chenghuai felt fresh.

After hurting his hand, seeing Yu Heng so kind and gentle made him a little tempted.

The hot water in the bathtub gradually covered his waist. When Yu Heng put down the shower and put on Nangong Xie's special scrubbing gloves to help him wipe his back, Zhao Chenghuai said willfully, "I want to listen to stories too."

"But I don't want to listen to Huskies and Samoyeds."

He also takes orders.

Yu Heng sneered and was doing important back cleaning.

"Good idea." He ruthlessly refused, "Only Huskies and Samoyeds!"

The hard-working old father is very satisfied with the Hasa story he adapted, and he doesn't even mind telling the little boy and bad brother twice.

"A long, long time ago, there was a husky who got into a banquet by mistake. He grew up in the wolf pen, and he was incompatible with the rabbits, squirrels, and foxes at the banquet. He had neither beautiful fur nor clever eloquence. Husky was very inferior, I was planning to leave here quietly, but suddenly, a snow-white paw touched its head. As soon as Husky turned around, he saw the most sunny smile in the world."

The story Yu Heng personally told him was a completely different experience from the one he eavesdropped on outside the bathroom.

Zhao Chenghuai stared at the shower with bubbling water beside his legs, felt the serious scrubbing by Yu Heng on his back, and felt that the Samoyed with a bright smile must have Yu Heng's eyes.

The meeting of two sled dogs warmed the ice and snow of Siberia.

Zhao Chenghuai stretched out his left hand and pinched the shower head.

He suddenly felt that if he had met Yu Heng at the banquet ten years ago, everything would have been very different.

"Then, Samoyed said, cute husky, let's—"

Yu Heng, who was silent in the story, was suddenly doused with hot water!

"Ah, I'm sorry." Zhao Chenghuai's apology was completely insincere, "I just want to charge my own back."

Yu Heng angrily snatched the shower from Zhao Chenghuai's hand, and rinsed it on the culprit's back.

"Bad brother, you did it on purpose!"

"Well, on purpose." Zhao Chenghuai never defended, "The clothes are all soaked, isn't it uncomfortable to stick to them?"

Yu Heng: ...

"Actually, we can wash together."

Yu Heng raised his hand to brush away his wet hair, and gave him an annoyed look.

"You think you're hideous and don't take up space? The bathtub is so small, how can you wash it together..."

Before he finished speaking, Zhao Chenghuai stretched out his hand and yanked him hard, and he lost his center of gravity.

The feeling of his chin and upper body hitting the warm body made him dizzy.

The shower fell into the bathtub, and he fell into Zhao Chenghuai's arms.

"Are you sure the bathtub is small?"

Zhao Chenghuai's eyes were deep, and the heat of his words flowed along Yu Heng's drenched ears and neck, all the way to his body in the team uniform and shorts.

The bathtub is not as small as Yu Heng thought.

But there are no two big men who spread their hands and feet at will.

The wet clothes and pants finally went to the ground where they should go.

The shower submerged in the bathtub makes the sound of water flow, making the steam-filled bathroom extremely hot.

Yu Heng was very comfortable, but Zhao Chenghuai was not so comfortable.

The gloves for scrubbing felt rough and scratched slightly on the thighs.

Zhao Chenghuai couldn't pull off the drenched gloves, so he could only raise his hand and hold Yu Heng's right hand tightly.

He knew the importance of the right hand.

At least, it shouldn't be in plaster.

There are countless ideas in my mind that I want to practice, and as soon as I raise my hand, the heavy confinement instantly wakes up both parties.

Yu Heng got up from him and sat opposite the bathtub, showing a helpless smile.

"Forget it, it's not appropriate."

"Hmm." Zhao Chenghuai stared at him with dark eyes, slightly bent his legs, "So, what did Samoyed say?"

Yu Heng laughed out loud, and his chaotic thoughts became much clearer.

"Samoyed said, Husky, we can travel together, get out of this ice and snow, and see the world you want to see!"

The fairy tales made up for his son have become the only topic for adults to resolve embarrassment.

Yu Heng bathed himself to wipe off the hot sweat and the shyness in his soul.

After he stepped out of the bathtub and cleaned himself up, he asked in a low voice, "bad bad, your hands are healed on your birthday, what do you want?"

It seemed a bit inappropriate to plan to casually give Zhao Chenghuai a cake to congratulate the bad brother in the adult world.

At this moment, Yu Heng actually wanted to give Zhao Cheng a gift that was far better than Nangong Ji.

Nangong Ji seems to have become a standard, representing all his patience and care.

Zhao Chenghuai looked up at Yu Heng. His body with clear texture was like the gorgeous starry sky, bright fireworks, and flowers blooming in the snow of Siberia that he had seen.

After a calm and unwavering profundity, there was a moment of amazement.

If this is a game that determines the outcome, then there should be a definite number of his victories.

I just want you.

he thinks.

"Yu Heng..."

Zhao Chenghuai curled up the corners of his mouth, always pushing his feet, "I want the stars in the sky."

Yu Heng felt that Zhao Chenghuai was so naive because he didn't have a childhood.

The nine-year-old Xiaoxiong made a wish to make himself rich and powerful, but the bad brother said that he wanted the stars in the sky.

Maybe it was a random request, but it stumped Yu Heng.

He even opened the website and searched for the clichéd ways of giving gifts for planetary naming rights, in an attempt to fulfill his bad brother's birthday wish.

"Yu Heng, the principal of Sunflower Junior High School, is a classmate of my uncle. He is very impressed with Hide, and has been looking forward to his promotion to junior high school, so he has no objection to him skipping a grade."

After Ye Shaoyang finished speaking, he found Yu Heng frowning, staring at the computer screen, frowning.

"what happened?"

Yu Heng came to his senses, reached out for the document Ye Shaoyang handed over, and flipped through it.

"It's nothing... just worrying about causing trouble to Ye Zhennan."

The uncle let out a heartless laugh, "Trouble him? My nephew is probably happy in his dreams. Finally, he can see the boss every day!"

Ye Shaoyang told the truth.

Although he and Yu Heng are neighbors, but Nangong Yin has a unique personality and doesn't like to see Ye Zhennan every day.

Four or five days a week, I come to my uncle's house to eat, and after that, I go for a walk in front of Yu Heng's house.

However, Ye Zhennan did not successfully sneak into the old family's house a few times, and became a natural guest of the Yu family.

According to Ye Zhennan's despondent statement, even Sisi regards him as a friend, but the boss is still indifferent and unattainable.

Always remained indifferent, and dared not speak to Ye Zhennan's kind Nangong Ji, who was suffering.

He was afraid that if he was gentle with Ye Zhennan, he would be found out to be a master of women's clothing.

Waking up early in the morning, he followed his father to the company.

I also received an invitation from "The bad brother is sleeping late, let's not disturb him and go to the company quietly".

However, be quiet.

Why run forward? !

The villa area is a ten-minute drive away from the company, and his short legs try to follow Yu Heng, exercising in the name of exercising, but in fact it is child abuse!

Nangong Xi sat in the work room seriously, "According to the original plan, we will complete the underlying framework within a month, you must watch them and work hard to finish it."

Mere elementary school students already have the capitalists' sense of rushing to work.

When he really becomes the boss of the project, he will be a sophomore in Sunflower Middle School.

Before he knew about the leave rules for the second year of junior high school and before Yu Heng allowed him to be absent from school for a long time, Nangong Ji had to prepare for the worst for the "Awakening" engine.

"I hope that the test version of "Awakening" at the end of the year can be replaced with some new codes."

Aspirations of grandeur drove Monscat's strong determination.

He said: "It should be possible. I have studied the core code of "Awakening". It is concise and efficient, and it is easy to replace. As long as we follow up the new modules of "Awakening" in real time during the development process and write while modifying, there should be no problem at the end of the year. .”

Even though his partner was only nine years old, Mengscart fully recognized it.

"In order to ensure the smooth progress of the plan, I also asked Mr. Ye for an experimental team to specialize in the integration and improvement of new codes and existing codes."

With that said, Mengscart called up the program.

"They will continue to optimize the existing code, and then transfer the problems encountered to me."

The unique Monscat algorithm in the screen can maintain a semi-automatic state and assist the experimental team in comparison and correction.

A long string of complex codes ran past, and Nangong Jian glanced at it, and probably knew what modules they would be used for.

Suddenly, a bad program ran before his eyes.

Like a drunk programmer knocking something out of his mind.

"Wait a minute, what is this?" He pointed out the question sharply in a childish voice.

The program running on the screen immediately paused, calling out the bad data just now.

"There seems to be something wrong with this procedure."

Mengscart also noticed, "Unlike the coding style of "Awakening", even the hierarchical structure is extremely chaotic... Could it be a bug caused by internal testing?"

Nan Gongzhen looked at it carefully, and felt that this BUG was so chaotic that it was a little bit familiar.

He was silent, trying to remember.

But Mengscart said with deep concern: "It seems necessary to tell Yu Heng that the "Awakening" project team still has such a serious problem—"

"No, don't say it!"

Cold sweat broke out on Nangong Ji's back, and he suddenly remembered where he had seen this bug before.

In the message that Ran Guangran sent him a review!

Mr. Ran wrote it himself, and he even praised it!

"This is a small problem." Nangong Xie stabilized his emotions and stopped Mengs Carter, "I can get rid of it right away."

"Hideous, you are a genius, but a genius can't do everything."

Mengskate taught him kindly, "Actually, I don't agree with having such a bad programmer in the company. At least, Yu Heng should send him out to study."

Nangong Ling swallowed tears in his stomach.

Ran Guangran is not a programmer at all, he is just a development director responsible for coordination and communication.

These things should have been revised by Nangong Xie himself, but for the sake of convenience and trouble, he also brought a anger of wanting to punish Yu Heng, so he urged Ran Guangran to goon and continue without conscience!

"Not for now, Dad's project is short of people, one more programmer, one more hope."

Nangong Ji spoke righteously, raised his hand and immediately modified the code.

For him, such a small bug is not difficult at all.

Even if he multitasks, typing on the keyboard with one hand, he can still hand in a perfect answer in minutes.

Monscat saw that the code on the screen returned to normal, and the messy problem code became a streamlined and beautiful code.

He was filled with emotion, and his gaze on Nangong Hin became more benevolent.

No wonder Yu Heng cooperated with him and took the lead in sending Nangong Ji into the core engine R&D team.

This is simply the hope of Hongye in the future!

And so compassionate to the staff!

Will definitely become an excellent good boss in the future!

Mengskate's emotion was hidden in his heart, and Nangong's tears fell on the keyboard.

The company on the lunch break, the outsourced mailbox in charge of Ran Guangran, sent out a crisp reminder——

The mysterious people's teacher, Zhao Chenghuai's autistic friend, said seriously: "School is about to start, I am very busy, and I need to suspend your guidance."

Ran Guangran, who had received countless praises from his teacher, felt a little regretful in his heart, but he was not greedy at all.

"Good teacher, thank you teacher!"

He is full of confidence, and the code sent to the teacher for review during this period of time has greatly improved his skills and enlightened his spirit.

It turns out that writing code is all about being bold, careful, and daring to do something!

Going beyond the coding rules and directly reaching the core statement is also written.

Create your own one-way loop, and give up two-way feedback is also writing.

As long as you master the core, you can write whatever you want!

Ran Guangran tapped on the keyboard and sent a new message.

"Recently, I have benefited a lot. I feel that I have never understood programming, and I have new insights. I will definitely practice it in my work. When the teacher has time to test me next time, I will definitely see a reborn me!"

It only takes a second for Mr. Ran's news to reach Nangong Ji.

The internal transmission software of Hongye Company clearly jumped out of this speech that choked him, and he didn't know what to send over for a while.

Practice at work?

How to practice?

How does a live show ruin The Awakening, and then get sideways glances from other programmers, think this director is out of his mind?

Ran Guangran is Yu Heng's important director, and he also hired a senior level designer to teach him personally.

If Dad knew he was playing tricks...

The hairs on Nangong's back stood upside down, sweating profusely, and he raised his hand and typed a heavy reply: "If you have a new code, you can show me it. I'll change it for you."

This is his maximum recovery, he vowed that next time he will be honest, guide the miserable Mr. Ran, and be a good code farmer.

It's a pity, Mr. Ran is very polite.

"Teacher, you must be busy with business, I can't continue to disturb you."

Nangong Yin's keyboard was about to be smashed, and he wished he could rush out of the workshop and yell at Ran Guangran: You are bothering me, bastard!

In the end, he could only reply coldly: "I'm not busy! I just like to guide a genius like you!"

The author has something to say: Xu Minwei: After teaching for so long, I have no director of the church... I was taught by another excellent teacher?

Hideous: ... No, he didn't, he won't.Whoooo!