Xiaobaihua is not pretending anymore!

After hearing the acceptance, Assistant Fang took the gift box back to the study. He Shanting was still in the video conference, and he spoke Chinese without any fault.

He stood by the side to record the content of the meeting. He said it was a meeting rather than an order, because no one dared to refute, and Chen Ming, who had lost all his party members, said nothing.

He Shanting only opened the gift box after the meeting. The dark gray woolen tie was rolled up in the box, and there was also a light pink note attached to it. The words on the note were written carefully.

—I hope you will think of me when you take it.

The man looked at the note and didn't say anything. He didn't know what he was thinking in his blue-gray eyes, but when Assistant Fang glanced over, he couldn't hear the emotion and said: "Slick."

Song Zui, who didn't know that the other party gave him a glib statement, sneezed. He just followed what the book said, and even transcribed the sentences according to the book.

He focused on the book he had bought, and drew on the pages as he read it. Before turning two pages, the phone on the desk rang.

Because it was Xu Ning's phone caller, the young man didn't put down the pen in his hand, and connected to the other party's phone with his left hand. Xu Ning's voice came from the receiver: "Is it okay since you went back last time?"

The boy hummed casually.

"What I said in the bar was not intentional. If Ye Jin wasn't there to encourage me, I definitely wouldn't have said that. Don't think too much in your heart, and don't bore yourself to death."

The boy hummed again.

"Don't be so old. I booked a ticket to go skiing in La Grave, France. The weather is hot and I want to escape the heat for two days. You can pack your things yourself when you leave on the weekend."

Song Zui subconsciously said "um", but after thinking about it, it was too perfunctory, so he repeated Xu Ning's words: "I will pack my things when I leave on the weekend?"

"Or do you want me to clean it up for you?" Xu Ning's voice came, "You don't want to come, do you?"

He stopped drawing and really didn’t want to go. He will take the TOEFL test next month. Although theoretically, he can apply for the test countless times, but the test fee of 980 yuan is daunting. He must treat each test as the last.

Xu Ning on the other side of the phone never thought that Song Zui would refuse, after a moment of silence, he was about to speak out of boredom when he heard the familiar voice.

The boredom in his heart disappeared, even if Song Zui was a little angry at the time, it was better to coax him, after all, he loved him so much that he couldn't help it.

What the calm young man thought was that although the place was cold, it was a foreign city, where he could practice his spoken English.

Compared with the written test, speaking is not his strong point. The last time IELTS was flawed in speaking, because the English teacher in the junior high school was replaced by a physical education teacher, and there were not many people who could speak Mandarin in remote mountain villages.

In the next week, Song Zui rented the equipment for skiing, and the day before he left, he suddenly remembered something. If he went to La Grave tomorrow, no one would take care of Song Tiantian.

He walked to the study door and planned to walk in directly, but after thinking about the experience of closing the door, he politely knocked on the study door.

Assistant Fang came out after hearing the sound: "What's the matter?"

"I'm going to go skiing in La Grave on the weekend." He said embarrassedly, "Can you ask Brother Fang to take care of Tian Tian for me?"

"Of course it's okay." Assistant Fang asked Song Zui concernedly, "Are you going with your friends from the dessert class?"

The social circle of the boy he wants to come to is extremely narrow, and he usually stays in the room and doesn't go out very much. During the period of living here, he only knows a friend who takes a dessert class.

"No." The boy shyly shook his head, "It was Xu Ning who asked me if I wanted to go skiing."

After hearing the answer, Assistant Fang was sincerely happy for Song Zui. He thought that the boy would be gradually forgotten by Xu Ning, but Xu Ning had the conscience to bring his little boyfriend to play. It was not as bad as he thought.

"Lagrave seems to be in the Alps, only an hour's drive from Grenoble." He had an impression of Lagrave, "You can experience alpine skiing."

Song Zui hummed.

Assistant Fang originally thought that he would say that Lagrave's ice and snow environment is beautiful, but the young man took the words very naturally: "You can also practice oral English."

Assistant Fang: ...

He remembered and asked, "Do you have clothes suitable for skiing? Ordinary winter clothes may not be convenient for activities."

Song Zui nodded.

He went to the room and brought over the ski jacket. The tight-fitting khaki ski jacket, because it was second-hand, had some unobvious threads on the cufflinks. Although it didn't look very good, it was quite warm: "Is this okay?" ?”

"Yes, yes." Assistant Fang touched the thickness of the clothes with his hands, "If it's cold, add a down jacket, but it won't look good."

Song Zui breathed a sigh of relief, he didn't have any idea about whether he looked good or not, children who grew up in the mountains had few chances to wear new clothes, because he gained height very quickly during adolescence, and most of the time he wore old clothes that his relatives didn't want.

Assistant Fang glanced at the back of the study, and lowered his voice and said, "But it's best not to let Mr. He see it."

"why?"

the boy asked suspiciously.

"Based on his pickiness, he would probably say that he is wearing a autumn coat outside." Assistant Fang guessed He Shanting's tone and said.

Song Zui nodded obediently.

After Assistant Fang carefully asked the boy what he was going to bring, he thoughtfully reminded him to bring a thermos, and walked back to the study after the boy left.

He told He Shanting about Song Zui's going skiing: "Song Zui is going to go skiing in La Grave with your nephew. I feel that he is very happy, and he even said that he can practice oral English."

He Shanting's voice revealed contempt: "What spoken language can France practice? No one can occupy Paris before France surrenders."

Assistant Fang was stunned by these words. France is a country with a 40% English penetration rate. In He Shanting's eyes, it is not much better than a small country in Southeast Asia. Sure enough, Germany and France never deal with it.

He changed the subject: "I might as well go skiing next week on vacation. I haven't gone out for activities for a long time."

When he was a young graduate, he thought that being He Shanting's assistant would be a shining job, and he either took an extended Lincoln or first class to visit abroad every day.

But the cruel reality is that He Shanting likes to work in a quiet place, and he doesn't even like to open the curtains. If someone tells him that his boss is a medieval vampire, he will believe it.

"It's all over."

When he was about to ask, He Shanting said lightly: "After all, I am a picky boss."

Assistant Fang was speechless. He forgot that He Shanting was very sensitive to sound, and the conversation outside the door could be heard clearly. His boss is really not too big-hearted.

After packing tomorrow's luggage at night, Song Zui went to bed, and when he woke up, he finished watering Little Rose and opened a can for Song Tiantian.

Song Tiantian slept deeper than him, just raised his eyes and glanced at him, he walked over to the lazy kitty with an unsealed can and then yawned and got up, he suddenly felt that it was important for Song Tiantian to study hard every day It's too difficult to achieve.

At seven o'clock in the morning, he dragged his suitcase and tiptoed out of the room on time, because He Shanting's bedroom was opposite and tried his best not to make any noise.

One is that He Shanting doesn't like to be disturbed by people, and the other is that although the clothes are not expensive, he is still afraid of being said that the clothes he bought are autumn clothes, especially with He Shanting's tone.

Just as he safely reached the next flight of stairs and was about to go down, he suddenly heard the door of the upstairs room open.

He looked up subconsciously but couldn't see anything, because something fell from the sky like an umbrella with the sound of the wind, covering all his sight, and it fell in his hands and spread out——

It is a well-made ski suit.

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Assistant Fang: Differential Treatment

#heart bitter#