Xiaobaihua is not pretending anymore!

The young man's ski pole hangs behind his back, his knees rotate inwards to stand up the snowboard, the blade surface carved long tracks on the snow, and he successfully stopped on the flat ground.

"You did better than I thought." Hugh René clapped his hands, "It's not like a newcomer practicing skiing for the first time."

Song Zui took off his protective helmet, and his slightly cold pupils returned to their usual dullness. The wooden beauty with nothing in her eyes looked completely different from the person on the snowboard.

"Have you ever engaged in extreme sports before?" Hugh René asked curiously.

"That's it."

The young man pursed his lips stained with water.

Seeing that Song Zui didn't want to say more, Hugh René didn't ask any more questions. The boy's physical fitness was the best he had ever seen. It was a pity that he didn't learn skiing since he was a child, otherwise he would become an excellent athlete.

Song Zui didn't realize the other party's thoughts and focused on practicing skiing. He didn't say goodbye to Hugh René until five o'clock in the afternoon and went back to the hotel to rest.

He originally thought he would stay in France for two days, but Bai Wenqiu was not feeling well, so he took the car to the airport at Xu Ning's suggestion.

The car stopped at the entrance of the hotel, and the driver hadn't come yet. Song Zui sat by the window and looked out. He caught a glimpse of the yellow post post next to the signboard of the souvenir shop.

He touched his pocket, before the postcard could be mailed out, he whispered to Xu Ning who sat on the left of Bai Wenqiu: "May I know how long we have left to drive?"

"10 minutes."

Xu Ning peeled the prunes for Bai Wenqiu.

Song Zui said thank you politely, took the postcard and got out of the car towards the postbox. He dropped the postcard in the postbox before returning to the car.

Not long after he sat down, the car started slowly. Everyone was concerned about Bai Wenqiu's condition, and there was a solemn atmosphere in the car.

"Does it really matter?"

"Why don't you go to the hospital to take a picture? If you don't go to the hospital, no one in the car will be at ease. Why don't you know how to take care of yourself?"

"I have the right medicine in my bag and apply it on the wound first, otherwise I'm afraid it will be too late."

Song Zui thought how serious the injury was. He took off his earphones in the back seat, stretched his neck and looked at Bai Wenqiu's calf with his trousers opened. There was only a little bit of skin on the leg.

He couldn't help thinking.

Isn't this afraid that the wound will heal later?

It was already [-] o'clock at night when the car arrived at the airport. Everyone boarded the chartered flight to Shanghai. Bai Wenqiu sat in the middle, and Xu Ning was on the side asking about his health.

No one wanted to talk to Song Zui who was at the bottom, and even Xu Ning ignored the wound on the boy's hand that was also worn out by the snow stick, but no one asked if it hurt.

Song Zui didn't care about rolling down his sleeves, and practiced his listening with earphones on. After a day of honing his ears, his sense of speech seemed to show signs of breaking through the bottleneck, and he could easily distinguish every sentence.

It was already the next day after arriving in Shanghai. He carried his suitcase and followed Xu Ning into the car. Xu Ning said, "I'll take him to my uncle's house first."

"How are you getting along?"

Bai Wenqiu turned to ask the boy.

Song Zui, who was sitting in the back, was slow to realize that Bai Wenqiu was talking to him, and he thought about his words: "It's not bad."

Although Mr. He was inaccessible, he still said he would drive him out. After all, he didn't really drive him out, but the other party was so sensitive to sound that he could only lay a carpet on the floor of the room.

Bai Wenqiu's eyes were slightly surprised. He thought that Song Zui would not stay long in the He family and would return to the southwest sooner or later, but he didn't expect He Shanting to tolerate the young man.

He looked at Xu Ning who was sleeping on the chair with his eyes closed: "Aren't you going to send Song Zui off? I want to drop by Mr. He."

Hearing that Xu Ning's drowsiness dissipated without a trace, his brother-in-law is not something anyone can see at will, and it is a miracle that he can take in Song Zui.

It's not easy to say this directly, so he persuaded him in another way: "Didn't your knee hurt?"

"It's fine."

Bai Wenqiu insisted on visiting He's house, but Xu Ning had nothing to do with him, so he could only nod his head in agreement, hoping that He Shanting would be more talkative today.

The car stopped by the gate of the He Family Mansion, and because of strict security, they could only enter on foot. Xu Ning helped Bai Wenqiu get out of the car, and he naturally gave his belongings to the thin boy.

After taking two steps, Xu Ning turned around and said, "Don't knock Bai Wenqiu's bag."

Song Zui nodded obediently.

He followed behind the two with big bags and small bags, and Bai Wenqiu walked with Xu Ning's support, and their arms were occasionally stuck together.

This is Bai Wenqiu's first visit to He's house, and the area is larger than he imagined. There is a mountain in the Shanghai stock market where every inch of land is expensive. Compared with Xu's villa, it is too small.

He thought that the boy was kicked out, but he was sent here to live a good life. He felt a little regret in his heart, it would be great if he was the one sent here.

Unlike the shy and quiet Song Zui, he knew how to deal with people since he was a child. All the elders liked him, and I believe He Shanting would not hate him either.

Hearing from Xu Ning that He Shanting has been single so far, although he didn't know what kind of person He Shanting would like, Bai Wenqiu's eyes fell on the submissive boy carrying a suitcase, but it was definitely not someone like Song Zui.

Xu Ning started to make a phone call when he walked to the door of the building. This time he didn't dare to call He Shanting and dialed Assistant Fang's number.

When the phone was connected, he said, "Assistant Fang, I sent Song Zui back, and asked Qiu Wen if he could see my uncle?"

Assistant Fang in the room was about to say that Xu Ning would drive Song Zuijiu off if he changed, but his eyes twitched when he heard the last sentence, and sure enough, the three sentences couldn't be separated from Bai Wenqiu.

He didn't know why Xu Ning fell in love with Bai Wenqiu, aside from Bai Wenqiu's looks not as good as Song Zui's, there was always a shrewd sense of unreality in dealing with people.

"Feel sorry."

Assistant Fang refused.

Bai Wenqiu on the phone couldn't hide his disappointment when he heard the reply, Xu Ning asked anxiously, "Can't I ask Mr. He?"

After all, the other party was He Shanting's nephew, Assistant Fang didn't dare to refuse Xu Ning's request, and respectfully handed the phone to He Shanting: "Bai Wenqiu wants to see you."

He Shanting flipped through the documents on the case without raising his head, and calmly said in an indifferent voice: "Bring anything here, too."

The air on the other side of the phone was quite quiet, this sentence fell clearly in everyone's ears, Song Zui subconsciously glanced at Bai Wenqiu.

The boy's eyes fell on Bai Wenqiu's eyes, and he was ridiculed. He was loved and loved since he was a child, and he had never been ridiculed. He walked out of the gate without saying a word.

Xu Ning immediately chased after him: "My uncle's temperament is like this, he doesn't have a problem with you, he treats everyone like this."

He Shanting is the true pride of heaven. He graduated from the Stanford Business School at a young age. No one dislikes him because of his noble status. There is really no comparison between people.

There is no need to please anyone, only others please him, and naturally develop the temperament of a superior.

Bai Wenqiu was keenly aware of Xu Ning's fear: "Is your dad also so afraid of your uncle? Your dad is so much older than him."

"Of course." Xu Ning replied without thinking, "The first thing my dad taught me is to listen to my uncle, but my uncle will also take care of us because of our blood relationship."

Bai Wenqiu showed a thoughtful expression, Xu Ning is He Shanting's nephew, this kind of relationship is more than enough in the Xu family, he lowered his head and leaned on Xu Ning's shoulder.

Feeling the other person leaning on his shoulder, Xu Ning's heart was pounding, and he didn't dare to move his body at all. This was the first time Bai Wenqiu took the initiative to get close to him.

I don't know if it's his own illusion, Bai Wenqiu's skin slid gently on his arm, and the strings in Xu Ning's brain broke with a buzzing sound.

Because Song Zui was too young, the closest thing they did was to hold hands, and it was difficult for him to control himself just by the skin-to-skin contact.

Ever since he was a child, Bai Wenqiu has been the white moonlight in his heart, a superior existence, and he never thought that one day he would hint at him.

Realizing Bai Wenqiu's acquiescence, he boldly kissed, because he was worried that Song Zui who was nearby would find that his hands were dripping with sweat due to anxiety.

Bai Wenqiu didn't push him away, he hugged him greedily and kissed him, Bai Wenqiu still let out a vague panting sound, the string in his brain exploded completely.

Song Zui, who was competent to carry the bag, looked forward, and saw the scene clearly from his angle, even the subtle movements.

His body froze by the door, his curly hair curled up in disbelief, he hesitated to go over to deliver the bag after he regained his senses, holding it in his hand was not an option.

Also seeing this scene was He Shanting who came downstairs with an empty cup, the man quietly looked at Song Zui who was poking his head by the door, the entangled young man finally put away his head sticking out the door without any intention of blaming him.

Song Zui felt that there seemed to be someone behind him, he smelled the cool air like sea mist, and heard the voice of the other party with unclear emotions: "I like him so much?"