Xiaobaihua is not pretending anymore!

Song Zui suppressed his sympathy for the capitalists, stared at the big cat who was lingering at the door and almost scratched it, and indifferently dialed Assistant Fang's phone number.

When Assistant Fang received the call, he was busy writing homework for his evening school class. Other people's assistants would at most help the boss's children with their homework, but he actually had to help his own boss with their homework.

With his mind full of accounting entries, he cheerfully answered Song Zui's call, and the young man on the phone had a polite attitude: "Brother Fang, can I trouble you?"

"no problem."

Assistant Fang immediately agreed. Firstly, Song Zui was a sensible kid who would not make embarrassing requests, and secondly, he was too embarrassed to help his boss hide Song Zui.

As soon as he finished his sentence, he heard the young man say: "Help pick up the boss who has stayed at my door."

Assistant Fang thumped while listening to the phone, his boss overturned his car, Song Zui even reminded him.

It wasn't until this time that he realized that Song Zui was not without edges and corners. His face turned blue and white, and he hung up the phone and looked at the table.

It seems that this homework does not need to be done.

Assistant Fang drove to the small courtyard on Zhuangyuan Road, and sure enough, he saw He Shanting standing by the door staring at the house, with packed luggage in hand.

This is because people and luggage were kicked out.

At the beginning, he thought it was not good to lie to children, and he was punished not long after. Of course, he dared not speak out when he was beaten to death.

Assistant Fang walked over and said carefully: "Do you want to go back first?"

The man raised his eyes and asked him indifferently when he heard the words.

"Song Zui asked you to come?"

Assistant Fang bit the bullet and nodded.

He was afraid that if his boss didn't leave, he would report a warning and harass him. It must be said that his boss is also a talent for being able to make such a gentle young man so angry.

Assistant Fang was worried that his boss would stay here. Fortunately, the man stared at the house for a long time and got in the car.

"Do you want anything else?"

He felt that there was no need to take the luggage in the cheap suitcase back, and he could think of it as cheap clothes or groceries on the open shelves of the supermarket, which were no different from garbage to the picky He Shanting.

However, He Shanting personally picked up the pile of garbage.

He took all the things the boy bought for him back to the empty house. The clothes were hung on the hangers one by one, and the plastic cups were placed on the table in the study, as if they were the only treasures.

Assistant Fang noticed that his boss seemed really sad. He was sitting in the living room watching TV while taking medicine, with gloomy emotions flowing in his eyes.

The He family is really too big, the house looks empty when it grows up, even with the lively TV on, it is still air-conditioned.

Even though Assistant Fang knew how ruthless his boss was with the outside world, looking at He Shanting like this, he still couldn't help but want to comfort him, such as reading and writing to cultivate himself.

At this time, there was an advertisement for the physical training camp on the TV. The 20-day barracks devil training included but not limited to running [-] kilometers a day, two hours of exposure to the sun, and cross-country with a [-]-kilogram load.

The hostess smiled sweetly at the camera: "Do you want to exercise your child's physique? Do you want your child to learn perseverance? If you want to, sign up as soon as possible. Instead of 98, you only need [-]."

Assistant Fang looked at the training program and shook his head, how effective would 20 days be?It's true that it's hard work, which parent would send their children to such a place.

Even He Shanting's expressionless face fluctuated, and he put down his water glass to watch TV seriously.

Assistant Fang just wanted to criticize the educational institution for trying to make money, but the man paused the screen and said flatly: "Report one to Xu Ning."

Assistant Fang swallowed all the words of criticism, and then turned into deep sympathy for Xu Ning. How could a young master like Xu Ning suffer so much? It's no wonder that he was half dead from exhaustion after leaving.

His previous thoughts were too naive. If others are sad, he hides and wipes away his tears, but if He Shanting is sad, he also wants to make others sad, there is no need for comfort at all.

Song Zui stood by the window and watched the car leave. He knew how proud He Shanting was, and he refused to let go of his figure even pretending to be a male model. Today he called Assistant Fang to hurt the other's self-esteem, and he will not come again in the future.

He couldn't tell whether it was a sigh of relief or some other reason, he let go of his clenched hands, turned and walked to the living room.

The time for the CET-[-] and CET-[-] exams was approaching, so he went to the desk and sat down, putting on earphones to practice English listening.

After practicing, he realized that there is no need to wear headphones. Usually, there is a TV in the living room at this time. He doesn’t know what’s so good about TV. He stopped watching it when he was 17 years old, but today there is no TV sound.

He took off his earphones and listened.

There is nothing wrong with being separated, no one will make noise nearby, and no one will disturb his reading, so he can finally study hard.

Only Song Tiantian kept looking for where He Shanting was going, because He Shanting would always secretly lick the cup after drinking coffee, of course the result was that the man had no expression on his face and picked up Song Tiantian to complain.

He couldn't explain to a kitten why the cat was gone, just as he couldn't understand why the man he picked up was a big shot.

Song Zui could only go back to his room to sleep, he finally found something that made him happy, occupying a bed by himself, no one would grab the quilt, and he could sleep peacefully until dawn.

He turned off the light and closed his eyes to sleep, but he didn't fall asleep as quickly as he thought. He was used to being hugged by a man to sleep, and at first he felt uncomfortable, but he was not used to it without the other's embrace.

Obviously everything is gone, but there are still traces of the other party in the house.

The young man suddenly felt a little cold, his dark eyelashes trembled slightly, and curled up alone on the bed, not realizing when his quilt had slipped off.