Xiaobaihua is not pretending anymore!

There was a moment of silence.

The boy on the phone asked politely, "Is there any question?"

"no problem."

Although he was not sure what it was, Assistant Fang agreed immediately. After hanging up the phone, he turned to He Shanting and asked, "It sounds like a physical instrument?"

Then he caught sight of He Shanting's indifferent eyes, did you learn physics for nothing? Assistant Fang, who was a liberal arts student, dared not speak out.

Assistant Fang was wondering why Song Zui needed a physical instrument, when he walked to the elevator, he suddenly realized: "I remembered!"

"Xu Ning is a physics major, no wonder Song Zui wants a physics instrument." His voice contained a sigh, "I don't know why this kid has his eyes on Xu Ning."

Xu Ning originally wanted to major in finance in the college entrance examination, but his score was not enough to get into the second class and had to be adjusted. Finally, he was transferred to study physics at the Shanghai Grammar College.

Ordinary families must feel that the sky is falling. Xu’s family doesn’t worry about money, and they don’t expect Xu Ning to have any skills. If you study finance, you may lose your fortune if you lose your mind. It’s safe to study physics. At most, you can donate a teaching building to the school so you can graduate. .

He Shanting's blue-gray eyes lowered, his mixed-race face was bright and dark in the wind, and his mandible was covered with a blue shadow.

Only then did Assistant Fang realize that he was talking about his nephew, so he quickly changed the subject: "I'll find a way to buy it."

After the boy got the required physical instruments, he skillfully assembled the elastic modulus measuring instrument, adjusted the measuring instrument to eliminate the parallax of the scale telescope, and finally successfully calculated the Young's modulus formula.

He flipped through the university physics textbook and found that the conclusions were correct, and the boy lay down on the bed contentedly.

Song Zui woke up on time at five o'clock in the morning. He rubbed his eyes, got out of bed and prepared to recite vocabulary, because of his thin eyelids, he slept with single eyelids, and his light-colored curly hair curled up on his head.

He woke up the moment he opened the door, he was not staying in Xu Ning's villa, and there would be no servants making breakfast so early.

To his surprise, when he walked to the dining room, servants appeared from nowhere. They obediently served breakfast on the table, and disappeared behind the door like ghosts without breath.

Silently.

He belatedly realized that the owner of the house really likes to be quiet. Even the servants tried their best to avoid making noises, and the whole building could not hear a single sound.

Others might feel scared, but Song Zui happened to need a quiet place to study, so he sat on the chair that was pulled out and had breakfast.

There are many types of breakfast, not only barbecue pine sandwiches, toast pudding, and mousse cakes, but Western-style meals are not to his liking, but he remembered that Xu Ning said that he would not cause trouble and did not raise any objections.

He walked out of the white building after breakfast. He couldn't see the details in the night yesterday. There were irregular small prayer rooms around the building, and the strong light penetrated the dark gray dome.

He is familiar with the new environment little by little, like a canary pacing in a new cage.

Song Zui hadn't seen He Shanting during the two days he lived in, and the two of them had nothing to do with each other. He stared down at the green broccoli on the dining table, guessing that He Shanting would like to eat western food because——

Breakfast is western food.

Lunch is western food.

Dinner is still western food.

There was not even a trace of rice in the storage room. The native Hua country boy finally couldn't take it anymore. It was the first time he didn't eat the food on the plate. At this moment, a phone call came in: "Are you free to come out and meet?"

"Find the nearest place."

He listened to the other party's cry and agreed.

The other party's name is Feng Siwen, one of his few friends in Shanghai. The two met at a party held by Xu Ning. He was concentrating on studying in a chair. Suddenly someone came over and said he wanted to know him. That person was Feng. Siwen.

And not long after the boy left, He Shanting walked to the restaurant, and his eyes fell on the unfinished salad for a while.

Feng Siwen found a dessert shop 2000 meters away, and the handsome young man sat by the window and said apologetically, "This is already the closest shop."

He and Song Zui met at a party. At that time, he saw that the teenager was ignored and could only sit in a chair and read a book, and then took the initiative to strike up a conversation. The two of them could hug each other to keep warm in their unfortunate love life.

"it's nothing."

The young man flipped through the menu on the tablecloth. He didn't blame Feng Wencai for finding a bad location, but the surrounding area of ​​the He's mansion was full of greenery, and there was no commercial area at all. It was said that the government planned to develop it, but He Shanting bought all the surrounding land.

He saw that sliced ​​slices of Melaleuca would cost 30 yuan, and then ordered the cheapest milk tea, not noticing the difference in the world at all.

Feng Siwen had no objection to his actions, because he was poorer than himself, Feng Siwen said to the waiter: "Have a glass of white water."

Feng Siwen's fiancé is Xu Ning's friend, the son of the Sun Group, who is not so poor, but the other party is not good to Feng Siwen, buying clothes for birthdays is a waste of money, Feng Siwen will cry to him from time to time.

"Yesterday I came home and heard a voice from the master bedroom. I carefully opened the bedroom door. Guess what? He was hugging a little model on the bed, shameless." Feng Siwen's voice began to choke as he spoke, "If it was you what to do?"

Song Zui thought carefully, if it was him, he would close the door and go back to his room to do the questions.

"You will definitely rush in and cry like me, right?" Feng Siwen continued, "I thought he would explain it to me, but instead he sneered at me and said that I would find someone else if I was not good."

"Do not break up?"

"Why do you have such an idea?" Feng Siwen seemed to hear something unbelievable, "What can a canary like us do after breaking up?"

"He also explained later that he drank too much, and I'm much better today." Feng Siwen twitched, "I couldn't even stand up from crying yesterday."

The teenager handed over a tissue and asked, "Did something happen?"

"Because I heard that you were kicked out by Xu Ning, you can survive so strong, let alone me."

Song Zui: ...

He was about to take back the tissue and looked at Feng Siwen, who was so disfigured from crying, and thought about it, but he still didn't really take it back.

Feng Siwen moved to take the tissue and wiped away his tears: "Speaking of it, Bai Wenqiu is quite strange, but suddenly he is willing to talk to Xu Ning. He used to ignore him when he was abroad."

In the past, Bai Wenqiu was a top-notch existence in the second-generation circle, but this time he came back very low-key. Not only did he not buy a house in Shanghai to live in, but he also wore ordinary big-name brands, and he did not refuse Xu Ning's gifts.

Feng Siwen gossips vigorously, but the young man has no fluctuations. He just looked down at the Bai family and found no news worthy of attention.

In the afternoon, after bidding farewell to Feng Siwen, he was about to go back to the house by car. Thinking of the same food, he turned and went into the supermarket next to the square.

Because of the discount in the afternoon, the supermarket was crowded with people, and the boy waited in line for an unknown amount of time before arriving at the stall. He observed the crystallization of each rice with an academic attitude and chose Northeast rice.

"Two bags thank you."

Seeing Song Zui alone, the staff at the booth couldn't help reminding: "The two bags are very heavy."

"It's ok."

As the night fell, the sky glowed with gentle and silent moonlight. A low-key black Lincoln drove into the He Family Mansion, and dust was raised on the road.

Assistant Fang in the car remembered the scene of the board meeting yesterday. He Shanting just sat on the seat and asked who it was, and someone was so frightened that he stood up and admitted to provide information.

This is all because He Shanting is really moody. Not long after he took charge of the He family, because the original management hesitated and refused to hand over the power, they simply closed their doors for three months and refused to give any documents. Thousands, forcing people to give up management rights.

Assistant Fang saw through the rearview mirror that the man was resting with his eyes closed, and the shadow cast on his eye sockets made it difficult to guess his thoughts.

He tentatively opened his mouth and said, "I don't know if Song Zui is used to living in the past two days. I felt a little thinner when we met yesterday. Should I let the kitchen buy some of his favorite food—"

Before Assistant Fang finished speaking, he suddenly saw a shadow flashing outside the window: "Is there something in front?"

The penetrating power of the headlights is not very strong, and he feels vaguely that something is moving fast, because the light is not good enough to see clearly.

And He Shanting opened his thick long eyelashes and looked out, and saw a young man in the distance slipping into the gate carrying two bags of rice, his movements were as fast as little bats fluttering past in the dark night.