as long as you love

Du Ze was surprised when he was told by the Chinese Confucianism that he no longer needed to teach.

"Isn't it, Yuru, is your brother so rude? I'm really just joking."

"It's not about this," Huayuru subconsciously tightened his hand holding the phone.

"Qiqi, he has always had reading and literacy disabilities. I thought that after several years of assisted learning therapy in the United States, he could already receive ordinary courses. I didn't expect that the normal progress is still a bit difficult...I'm sorry I didn't tell you before. I think Qiqi is suitable for a gentler teaching method."

"Ah, so that's how it is..." The voice on the other end of the phone dropped, "I'm sorry, I apologize to your brother for me... Then have you found any other tutors?"

"I entrusted someone to look for it, but there are very few people who are suitable for Qiqi's situation and trustworthy." Huayu Ru lightly tapped his index finger on the table, indicating that he was thinking of a solution to the problem.

"How about this, Yuru," Du Ze said, "I have a student who has been teaching as a tutor because of her family background. In Qiqi's situation, I think she is very suitable to teach. If you agree, I will let her find a time Come and try."

"Well, let her take some time to try it out, and tell her about Qiqi's situation in advance."

I just rejected it once, and it is difficult for Huayu Confucianism to refuse again. Anyway, I couldn't find a trustworthy teacher to replace me, so I accepted the matter.

"Okay. Then I'll have her over this weekend."

After hanging up the phone, Hua Yuru found that the child who was originally on the sofa on one side rubbed against his back, wrapped his hands around his shoulders, wrapped his neck around his neck, rubbed his head against his face, and said softly:

"Brother, are you looking for a tutor for me again?"

Huayu Confucianism didn't even look at it, and raised his hand to land on the child's head accurately, and rubbed it comfortingly: "Why, don't you dislike that teacher before?"

"No, I mean, can I not hire a tutor... Reading is too difficult, the words are doubled one by one, and I feel a headache when I look at them." The child spoke cautiously, for fear that the Chinese Confucian would refuse immediately, with a bitter look on his face. I can't be wronged anymore.

"Qiqi, you are not like this in the United States. Dr. Connor said that you are very serious about your studies."

That's because I want you to pick me up as soon as possible.Hua Qi said in his heart.

"Brother..." The child wanted to continue acting like a spoiled child when the office door rang.

"Mr. Hua." It was the voice of Pei Jue, Hua Yuru's secretary and friend.

As soon as Hua Qi heard this voice, his face turned pale, full of reluctance.But my brother said, "Come in."

The door was pushed open, and a tall young man in a suit and leather shoes came in. He was thin, and his face was very tough. It was indeed Pei Jue.

"Mr. Hua, Huaxi's trade agreement negotiating department has already negotiated with the other party."

Pei Jue approached, glanced at Hua Qi, and handed a document to Hua Yuru: "This is the final contract."

Hua Yuru took it, and spent a few minutes, checked several key places, made sure that there was no problem, signed his name, and handed it to Pei Jue.

The two discussed some other things. Hua Qi listened boredly, but couldn't understand. Then he secretly looked at the document on the desktop. After staring at it for a long time, he recognized the words "trademark agency distribution license contract" , yet to be confirmed, Secretary Pei has already withdrawn the contract.

Hua Qi's breath was stuffed in his throat, and the hand under the table began to tickle the Chinese Confucian's leg, screaming in his heart, get rid of this person quickly, hurry up.

Hua Yuru felt helpless at his younger brother's wayward behavior, grabbed Hua Qi's waist with one hand, and hugged him to his back, unable to move his hands and feet.

"Well, that's about it. The specific details will be discussed during the meeting."

Hearing this, Pei Jue bowed and said goodbye: "Then I'll go prepare the materials for the meeting."

The joy on Hua Qi's face was too obvious, and he stuck out his tongue at Pei Jue's back.

As a result, before Pei Jue went out, his footsteps stopped, his respectful attitude changed, and he left a sentence in a playful and intimate tone:

"The young master is really getting skinny."

Hua Qi didn't let out his breath, but blushed angrily: "Brother, he... what does he mean?"

"Okay," Hua Yuru held back his smile, and lightly flicked Hua Qi's head with a brain collapse: "You should also stop it a little bit, Pei Jue is my brother's friend in private, don't go too far."

Hua Qi pursed her lips, remembering how she was scolded by her brother because of Pei Jue a few years ago.

At that time, his parents were not there, and Confucianism in Chinese language originally agreed to accompany him to the playground on June [-]st, but he was cut off by Pei Jue halfway.

On the grounds of an urgent document, he locked himself in the study and discussed with the Chinese Confucianism all afternoon.

Hua Qi stayed outside the whole time, the more he guarded, the more sad he became, and the more he guarded, the more angry he became.

When he finally saw Pei Jue's clothes hanging on the porch, he had a plan and cut a hole in it as if to vent his anger.

As a result, when Pei Jue came out, Hua Qi's face of waiting to see a good show gradually became suspicious.

——It wasn’t that dress that the other party wore!

So whose dress is that? ? !

A few candidates flashed through Hua Qi's mind, and his heart suddenly became cold.

He can recognize Huayuru's clothes by smell, so this clothes can only be... father's...

After seeing off Pei Jue, Huayu Confucianism accompanied him to dinner with guilt.Seeing that his face turned pale, he asked a question.

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"Hahahahaha..."

After sorting out the matter, the Chinese-speaking Confucianist was so happy that he slapped the table and laughed regardless of his image.

My younger brother... how can I always poke his jokes.

"You made trouble yourself, solve it yourself." After the music was over, he still said solemnly.

It is rare for my brother to be so serious to himself.Hua Qi was so wronged that she was about to cry.He scolded Pei Jue thousands of times in his heart.

It's all because of you that brother treats me like this.

——In the hearts of Chinese Confucians, Pei Jue is much more important than himself.

After confirming this answer, Hua Qi's eyes turned red, but he still insisted on not letting the tears fall.

He dialed the number and called Hua Xianjie, choked up and apologized for cutting his clothes.

Hua Xianjie didn't say anything, although he was always serious and serious, but he was soft-hearted towards the child, and on the contrary, he comforted him a few words.

Hua Qi and Hua Xianjie have not been close since childhood.

One is because Hua Xianjie is busy with work and they don't have much time to spend together.What's more, the majestic and steady aura of Hua Xianjie makes Hua Qi afraid.

When Hua Xianjie was around, Hua Qi always minimized his sense of existence.

So calling in person like today... 100% forced.

Hua Qi hated Pei Jue to death...

... Don't think about this matter for a few years!