Xiaobaihua is not pretending anymore!

The boy sat on the chair and froze for a full two or three seconds. After realizing it, he threw the phone out in embarrassment. He dared to throw the phone on the carpet because he was afraid of too much noise.

He finally had the courage to pick up the phone, and the message could not be withdrawn after more than 2 minutes, so he could only try his best to remedy it with words.

[Song Zui] Lenovo input method

[Song Zui] I didn't mean to

[Song Zui] Or can you call me back?

There was no reply from the other party. He always felt that this scene was very familiar. He walked out of the room and was about to calm down under the wind when he happened to run into Assistant Fang who was off work.

Assistant Fang looked at the young man's ashen expression and couldn't help but ask, "What's the matter? If you have any questions, you can tell Brother Fang."

"I made Mr. He angry."

"Don't worry too much, kid." Assistant Fang comforted him kindly, "Our boss's temperament is like this, moody."

Not to mention Song Zui, even he often feels that being with you is like being with a tiger. When he saw the young man's expression still not improving, he said, "Why don't you tell me and see if I can help?"

"I was making too much noise at night when I was putting on a cat climbing frame. Mr. He sent a message saying that if there is any more noise, I will move out."

"this is nothing."

Assistant Fang secretly heaved a sigh of relief. If the big man really wanted Song Zui to move out, he wouldn't send a message at all. He suddenly felt that his boss was inexplicably tolerant of the young man.

"Well, I messaged back."

"Back to what?"

From Assistant Fang's point of view, they are generally good or know. Although they seem a bit clumsy and tongue-in-cheek, there is no risk. He Shanting hates glib people the most.

The young man was silent for a while, as if he was recalling the unbearable past, he cast an encouraging look at the other party, and then whispered: "I said good wife."

Assistant Fang: "...let's buy a ticket and go back to the southwest."

He patted the boy's shoulder sympathetically, and even Assistant Fang, who always reported good news but not bad news, said so. Song Zui felt that the probability of him being able to stay was too low.

When Assistant Fang left, he opened the ticket booking website, wondering if it would be too late to leave overnight, and the remaining ticket information appeared on the screen.

The fare back to the southwest is 580 yuan.

Looking at the fare, Song Zui suddenly felt that he could bear it. As an elder, he shouldn't care about this mistake. He took a chair and sat at the door of the other party's room, and consciously brought a feather duster.

However, He Shanting came back too late, the young man who was pleading guilty had dizzy eyes, and couldn't help but fell asleep on the chair.

In his dream, he heard footsteps. He wanted to open his eyes but couldn't hear them. He could only feel the shadow cast by the man on his face, as if he was lying on him.

He Shanting lowered his head, the young man's fine eyelashes hung down his face, his young lips glistened with water, and he reached out his hand to seal his lips as if punishing him.

But Song Zui in the dream only felt something covering his lips, the cold and rough texture was slowly grinding, as if it was so real that it was close at hand.

He woke up from the dream in the chair, and when he opened his eyes again, there was nothing, thinking it was his own illusion, only the bitter mist in the wind.

The next day, Song Zui, who failed to plead guilty, went downstairs to finish dinner at [-]:[-] in the morning. Even though he was full of anxiety, he still didn't give up reciting the vocabulary. He knew that he was not a genius, and all he could do was work harder than others.

The He family's breakfast has always been sumptuous, and the servants served today's breakfast in trays, which looked green from afar.

Broccoli.

Broccoli.

Or broccoli.

Although Song Zui could eat anything, he didn't have any appetite looking at the plates of dark green broccoli, so he couldn't help asking the servant, "Why are there all broccoli today?"

"Mr. He ordered it."

The boy came back to his senses and realized that this was his punishment, and he was relieved in his heart. The good news is that he doesn't need to buy a ticket today, but the bad news is that he has to eat all the broccoli.

He told himself that it is only through suffering that he can be a master, and he ate all the broccoli with his eyes closed, and a short charity video promoting honesty began to play on the TV.

The child accidentally cut down the uncle's favorite cherry tree, and mustered up the courage to admit his mistake to the uncle. The uncle stroked his nephew's head in relief: "Why would uncle care about an honest child?"

Song Zui suddenly felt a little envious, this is what elders should look like, but people shouldn't be so greedy, it's lucky that He Shanting didn't drive him away.

But diligently, he finished reciting the words, had breakfast, and He Shanting, who got up late, hadn't gotten up yet, so he could only quietly put a piece of Swiss candy at the door of the other party's room.

After putting it down, he took the bus to go to the dessert class. He wrote down the teacher's words in his notebook, and he even remembered the grams of cream every time.

"Is it useful for you to remember so carefully?"

Feng Siwen asked hesitantly.

But when the dessert made by the boy was exactly the same as the teacher's, he knew it was really useful. He didn't know how to describe his feeling. Song Zui was like a good student in the class, he worked hard in everything he learned.

After the two finished making desserts, they walked out of the remedial class. The boss with a round face smiled and waved to them. In the elevator, Feng Siwen caught a glimpse of two people walking out of the elite education: "Don't you think Bai Wenqiu?"

Song Zui looked over, and Bai Wenqiu walked out of the institution's gate accompanied by a young boy.

"The clothes he's wearing are still from last year." Feng Siwen's mind is extraordinarily active as long as he gossips, "There won't be any problems in his family, right? Otherwise, why would he come to study abroad as a teacher? The boy next to him is Ye Chengwen's son Ye now."

"maybe."

Song Zui didn't care.

"I just said why he came back to find Xu Ning suddenly. To put it bluntly, he didn't think you were the only treasure in the past." Feng Siwen said more and more vigorously, "Do you think Xu Ning knows?"

But when Bai Wenqiu walked into the elevator and Feng Siwen shut his mouth, Feng Siwen dared not say anything in front of Bai Wenqiu. Bai Wenqiu was the moonlight of everyone in the compound, and everyone liked Bai Wenqiu. It's just that he couldn't help but glance at Bai Wenqiu.

The elevator stops on the first floor.

Bai Wenqiu nodded at them and walked out of the crowded elevator. Feng Siwen and Feng Siwen walked towards the bus stop. The two groups happened to be on the same road, and the air suddenly became quiet.

When Bai Wenqiu hitchhiked away on the side of the road, Ye Jin seemed unable to bear it any longer and turned around: "What do you mean by following Teacher Bai all the time?"

Feng Siwen couldn't help getting nervous when he saw Ye Jin. This person had dropped out of school because of fighting when he was spoiled since he was a child. Ye Chengwen had a bad headache, so he tried to get Ye Jin to study abroad. Clever.

"Song Zui, right? I know what you think." Ye Jin sneered, "You must think that Mr. Bai is reduced to become a teacher in an overseas study institution. Let me tell you that Mr. Bai came for me. You can't pass IELTS at all."

Song Zui reminded: "We take the bus."

"You are only worthy of being a grasshopper in the gutter, and you are no match for Teacher Bai." Ye Jin didn't listen to Song Zui's explanation at all, "Don't let me see you appearing next to Teacher Bai in the future."

Feng Siwen regretted that he had taken it for granted. It turned out that Bai Wenqiu went to the study abroad institution because of Ye Jin. The young man listened silently. In the grass at low altitudes.

Assistant Fang in the car on the other side of the road said in surprise, "Isn't that Song Zui? Why did he quarrel with Mr. Ye's youngest son? Ye Jin is such an idiot."

He Shanting lowered his eyes lightly, and tore open a piece of Swiss candy.

Because there was an assistant at the dinner party, he had to let the driver drive to the restaurant. During the dinner, Ye Chengwen was extremely flattering: "It is our honor to have the support of the He family this time. I don't know how to thank you. I can only express my heart with wine. "

He Shanting took a sip of warm water.

When Ye Chengwen was in a hurry to leave when the cooperation talks were almost over, the man suddenly said, "No matter how busy Mr. Ye is, don't forget to discipline your son, don't embarrass yourself on the road."

Assistant Fang's body froze when he heard this. If the board of directors heard this, they would be said to be inferior to the He family, but with He Shanting's status, no one dared to refute.

Ye Chengwen heard that the sweat on his forehead was about to come down. He didn't know why his incompetent son angered He Shanting, so he immediately said, "Educate me when I get back."

After Ye Chengwen left the box, Assistant Fang asked curiously, "Are you venting your anger on Song Zui?"

Under the shadow, He Shanting's skin was extremely pale, his blue-gray eyes were almost black, and the man said flatly: "It's not good to return things from children."