Xiaobaihua is not pretending anymore!

Song Zui walked to the bar in a good mood after Ye Jin's education, and suddenly the phone rang, and Bai Wenqiu's gentle voice came from the phone: "Have you memorized your vocabulary well? The exam is coming up next week."

Hearing Bai Wenqiu's question, Ye Jin faltered: "I'll go back and read right away."

Bai Wenqiu is the best person he has ever met. After learning that he was expelled from school for fighting, he resolutely quit his internship in an investment bank and came to Elite Education to teach him one-on-one.

Such a good person would still be maliciously speculated, he gave Bai Wenqiu a sigh of relief today, and the pace of going home was much lighter.

Ye Chengwen stood in the living room with a livid face as soon as he opened the door: "What are you doing on the road today? Do you know that you will lose my old face."

Ye Jin's good mood disappeared in an instant. He had never been scolded so much for quitting school after fighting. He said confidently, "Where I go is none of your business?"

"You still dare to refute?"

Ye Chengwen looked around, and finally, under the obstruction of the nanny, he took out a long ruler and chased after Ye.

Ye Jin, who was originally high-spirited, suddenly froze like a rooster that had been stripped clean, and fled in embarrassment in the villa.

After Song Zui came back from class in the morning, he deliberately glanced at He Shanting's room, and the Swiss candy left at the door in the morning disappeared.

At night, Xu Ning was booked out in a bar, and with two dark circles under his eyes, he sat in the box and poured out his bitterness: "You don't know what the hell kind of place Tianyuan is, you work overtime every day until three or four o'clock at night, you say I'm short of money ?"

However, Bai Wenqiu persuaded him to let him go to Tianyuan for an internship because he was reused. Many people would not be able to go if they wanted to, so let him cherish this opportunity.

He still doesn't know what his uncle's temperament is. His gaze is no different from rice worms wasting the country's food. He can only smile wryly when facing Bai Wenqiu.

Friends around him comforted him one after another. At this moment, the door of the box opened, and a man with a bruised nose and a swollen face entered the door, covering his face.

Xu Ning took a closer look before he recognized Ye Jin: "Oh, I'll go, who is killing harm for the people?"

Speaking of which, Ye Jin is still a junior who is three years younger than him. Although he also eats, drinks, and clubs, Xu Ning thinks that he is clean and self-sufficient in the second generation, unlike Ye Jin who often beats people indiscriminately.

Ye Jin pulled out his chair and sat down, angrily said to Xu Ning: "Where are you getting your panda eyes? It's not because of Song Zui."

"What's up with him?"

Xu Ning is well aware of Song Zui's temperament, An Jingjing never causes trouble, not even scolding a servant, let alone provoking a messy person like Ye Jin.

Song Zui received a call from Xu Ning while he was practicing listening at his desk, asking him to go to the bar next to the company, and he obediently dressed and went out.

The boy thought for a while before going out, turned around and took out a receipt from the drawer. Because he hadn't been to bars very much, he found a dimly lit bar on the basement floor by relying on the phone map.

There was a thick fog in the night, and as soon as I entered the bar, I heard Xu Ning's voice covering his head and face: "Do you have any opinions on Wenqiu? You have to follow him if he is enthusiastic about making up a lesson."

"Didn't you usually say that he doesn't even leave the house? Why would he go to the financial center?" Ye Jin was beside him with a strange expression, "If I hadn't complained about Mr. Bai on the road today, I wouldn't have been beaten by my dad."

Hearing the last sentence, the boy understood that he had been beaten to complain, and it seemed that the blow was mild. It would be better to hit his abdomen with an uppercut or a knee, but no injury could be seen.

"Look, he's silent and acquiesced." Ye Jin feared that the world would not be chaotic, "Teacher Bai also saw him outside the institution yesterday."

"Song Zui, this is your fault." Upon hearing Bai Wenqiu's name, Xu Ning's tone became severe, "Hurry up and apologize to Wenqiu."

"I do not have."

The boy spoke.

Xu Ning was laughed at by Song Zui's disobedience. It would be great if they broke up, he couldn't help but think this way.

He was taken aback by his own thought. Even if he wanted to send Song Zui back to the southwest, he never thought about breaking up. When he slid down the mountain in the southwest, it was Song Zui who carried him for ten miles on his back. If it wasn't for Song Zui, he would have died long ago. in the mountains.

Ye Jin handed the iron rod to Xu Ning's hand: "He is relying on you not to touch him, so beat him up to see if he is obedient."

Xu Ning took the slender iron rod: "You used to be so obedient and now you have learned to sophistry, are you worthy of your father who died early?"

He pretended to raise his hand to frighten him, and he knew in his heart when he got angry again, Song Zui was such a weak person, as long as he was hit by a stick, half his life would be gone.

Unexpectedly, Song Zui stretched out his hand to grab the iron rod after his words fell, wondering if it was his illusion that the look in the young man's eyes was extraordinarily indifferent, the kind of look he had only seen in the Colosseum where life and death were fought.

I have said too many things in the past, it should be just my own illusion, he swallowed subconsciously and said: "Go back and reflect on yourself."

The teenager just quietly handed him a receipt, which stated that he could study courses in the building in the financial center for five months, and the location was next to Elite Education.

Xu Ning looked at the back of the boy leaving alone in the night and regretted so much, he couldn't help complaining and looked at Ye Jin.

Ye Jin didn't expect Song Zui to really go to class, but he still didn't like Song Zui, he didn't say a word like a block, and he didn't have a temper by pointing his nose and scolding.

After Song Zui left, the private room continued to drink and have fun, Xu Ning was still worried after thinking about it, so he boldly called He Shanting.

He Shanting, who was wearing a thin windbreaker, directly hung up the phone and walked out of the study. He was not interested in dealing with the mess for this nephew.

It wasn't until the phone rang again and again that the man answered coldly: "I hope you will call me next time to inform you that you are dying in the hospital."

Xu Ning on the other side of the phone choked, that's why he didn't want to get in touch with his uncle, he could hear his dislike through the screen.

"I want to ask if Song Zui is back? He won't answer my call." Xu Ning said bravely, "If you can, please go and see him, I'm afraid he won't think about it."

He Shanting walked towards the boy's room while listening to the phone, and stood silently by the door. From his angle, he could clearly see the boy sitting on the chair, with his chest rising and falling.

Xu Ning's uneasy voice came from the receiver: "I said something nasty to him today, and he must be very uncomfortable. Tell him to cry if he wants to."

In the bedroom, Song Zui pursed his watery lips, his chest was still filled with anger, and he looked up at the room.

The vase on the window sill is a Victorian blue glass vase, which cannot be bought if it is broken. The teacup on the table is a Hungarian Heron porcelain cup and saucer. Thing that can be thrown.

The young man who didn't know that He Shanting was outside the door had no choice but to pick up the iron rod, which was only five centimeters thin, and use his slender wrist suitable for wiping tears.

With a snap.

The iron rod was twisted off.

The author has something to say:

"Only five centimeters thin"

Here comes the question: How much is Boss He’s gross?