Xiaobaihua is not pretending anymore!

When Song Zui was stunned outside the door, Wu Zhen was worried that Qi Ran struggled out of the pile of gifts, and asked him, clutching his chest, "Are you the young master who ran away from some wealthy family? Tell me, I can bear it."

Yin Zihan has a piece of Givenchy's clothes that are eye-catching, but now the dormitory is piled up with luxury clothes randomly, as if they are just the last thing worth mentioning.

Song Zui patted Wu Zhen on the head: "Thinking too much."

The movement of the young man patting his head was very natural, and it took Wu Zhen a while to realize that this move might be too wild.

Song Zui looked at the gift and thought for a second or two. Theoretically, there was only one person who knew that he was studying in Shanghai University, and this person just happened to wish him a happy birthday today.

However, it took him half an hour to decide whether to make a call. He really didn't want to hear the voice on the other side call him his son lazily.

Finally, Song Zui dialed the few numbers in the address book, and the other party seemed to know that he would call, and asked in a low voice, "Got it?"

Although he had expected this answer, but looking at the room full of gifts again, he still had a feeling that he would be on the legal program tomorrow.

Song Zui went to the balcony and closed the door. After the door was closed firmly, he asked, "How do you have the money to buy so many things?"

The other party stopped for a moment.

"Something from a guest."

He let go of his hanging heart, just wondering that the other party's business seems to be doing well: "You take everything back."

"You don't like it?"

Song Zui could imagine the way the other party slightly raised his brows on the phone, but he immediately denied it: "It's not that I don't like it."

"I have never received so many gifts and heard happy birthday. This is the happiest thing since I was 19 years old." He added rigorously, "I was admitted to Shanghai University."

For some reason, the other side was silent, the night sky was completely silent, and the scent of nepeta flowers wafted from Kongming Mountain, mixed with emotions he didn't understand.

He taught in the tone of someone who has experienced it: "You can sell gifts for money. There is a second-hand goods trading website. If you don't know how to use it, I will teach you how to use it. You can take everything back."

"Keep one."

Perhaps the man's voice was too bewitching, Song Zui unknowingly let out an ah, and walked into the dormitory holding the phone.

Most of the gifts looked expensive, and his eyes swept slowly, and finally landed on the most inconspicuous jar.

The gold-plated copper stand holds the blue glass jar body, which should have been beautiful, but because of the age, the gold-painted glass surface is mottled, and the whole jar looks cheap because of its dusty appearance.

Song Zui casually picked up the jar, and seeing the paint-peeled glass felt more at ease: "I'll keep a blue jar."

The man just said hello.

Soon someone came to take away the presents, and the dormitory filled with presents turned into an empty one. Seeing that the young man left only a dusty bottle, Wu Zhen couldn't help sighing: "Why did you only take this?"

Song Zui didn't answer Wu Zhen's words. Although the old jar was inconspicuous at all, it was a gift that he could hold in his hands with peace of mind, and he didn't have to worry about being poked in the back anytime and asked him to send it back.

After the lights were turned off, the dormitory was in darkness, and the boy washed himself in the bathroom in the dark. After washing, he put the blue glass jar by the bedside, so he could see it as soon as he woke up.

Since he went to college, his schedule has been extremely regular, and today it has exceeded his normal sleep time. He sleeps on the pillow and closes his eyes.

But after a while, the sleeping teenager sat up straight from the bed, his curly hair hanging limply on his forehead.

Song Zui stared at the birthday present on his bedside for a long time, then took out a piece of Swiss candy from his jacket pocket, and made a ding-dong sound——

Put it in a jar you like.

The next day, Assistant Fang was sorting out the documents approved by He Shanting in the study room. This day was no different from the past until the man glanced at the ten thousand year clock on the wall and stood up from the chair.

He stopped his work and asked, "Are you going to attend the afternoon meeting?"

The suspension of the Thailand project undoubtedly caused distance fluctuations in the He family. The veteran faction headed by Chen Ming managed to prepare for a counterattack, but they were wiped out by He Shanting's hand before they even waved their wings a few times.

"Not urgent."

He Shanting's voice revealed the meaning of determination.

Assistant Fang was curious about the reason, as his boss was not a magnanimous person, so he was going to ask what he planned to do next.

Before he could speak, the man stood by the desk, picked up the glass and took the pills with cold water, then put down the glass and left the study.

Assistant Fang didn't know what He Shanting was going to do, but he guessed that there must be something important, otherwise he wouldn't put down the documents in his hand.

As an assistant, he didn't know anything about the boss's itinerary, which was not a positive signal. He began to reflect on whether he had offended He Shanting by talking too much, and finally worried whether he was about to lose his job.

While he was worrying about his job, the guard on guard announced that Xu Ning and Bai Wenqiu had arrived.

Assistant Fang frowned when he heard Bai Wenqiu's name, but he still received them patiently.

"Mr. He is out." Assistant Fang poured them two glasses of water and said euphemistically, "You can tell me directly if you have anything to do. Mr. He is very busy with work these days, I'm afraid I don't have time to see you."

"I came here to explain about Emperor Green." Bai Wenqiu couldn't wait to speak.

He didn't sleep at all last night, and finally figured out one thing, he didn't steal that piece of imperial green from He Shanting.

He had only been to the manor once, and he didn't even touch the side of the stairs, so he had absolutely no conditions to commit a crime. On the contrary, Song Zui lived here for a month, no matter how suspicious he looked.

"Please go back."

Assistant Fang knew that He Shanting would not be willing to see Bai Wenqiu, and even threw the Emperor Green that Bai Wenqiu touched into the river. Although there was a cleanliness reason, one can imagine his boss's attitude towards Bai Wenqiu.

"Then let's put the things down first." Xu Ning sighed, "Please tell my uncle Fang Zhukong."

"Ok."

When the two left, the assistant asked people to collect the presents. This time, Xu Ning gave him a Renaissance religious painting. He thought that he should have spent all his pocket money to buy this painting.

There is a separate pavilion in the manor to store collections, because the gift is expensive, he followed someone to the private collection.

There are three floors in the pavilion, most of which are rare antiques. In order to protect the cultural relics, the brightness of the lights has been turned on to the minimum. The Chinese assistant in a booth suddenly caught a glimpse of an empty booth.

"Why is there nothing on it?"

He remembered that this location was a valuable British antique jar, and the starting price at the beginning was 500 million, which was much more valuable than the imperial green.

The servant in the library replied respectfully: "Mr. He was taken away yesterday."

Because Song Zui fell asleep late at night, Song Zui woke up a full [-] seconds later than usual, and he reminded himself that he shouldn't make such a mistake next time.

He sat on the bed with his head down, his curly hair drooping over his eyelids, the scene of the room full of gifts from last night came before his eyes, he almost thought he was dreaming.

Until Song Zui turned his head and saw the blue jar placed by the bedside, floating with a clear luster under the sunlight, reminding him that what happened last night was true.

He woke up Song Tiantian to have breakfast, and Song Tiantian, who was lying on the bed, refused to get off the bed. It was he who lifted the kitten out of bed with one hand, and this increasingly plump cat started to eat cat food.

Even though he was busy with his studies, Song Zui still did not ignore Song Tiantian's education. He took out a small dried fish from his bag and asked Song Tiantian who was licking his paw after eating.

"How many small dried fish are these?"

Wu Zhen on the bed just thought it was funny: "How can a cat count?"

He also has a four-and-a-half-year-old cat at home. To be honest, cats can’t be expected to do anything. They eat, sleep or lick their fur every day.

Unexpectedly, in the next second, the kitten meowed in response, and when the boy took out two small dried fish and glanced twice, Wu Zhen couldn't help but stare.

On the first day of school, he remembered that Song Zui said that he was from Shannan. Apart from being the poorest village in the southwest, Shannan was also a gathering place for young people.

Taking a closer look, Song Zui's appearance is not pure Han, his pupils are too dark, but his facial features are obviously delicate and quiet, but the bridge of his nose is unexpectedly high, blending in a face not only is not abrupt but adds a sharp sense of beauty.

Perhaps the more remote the place, the more mysterious it is. Wu Zhen couldn't help but wonder if there was really witchcraft in Shannan. Otherwise, how could Song Zui's cat know how to count? The cats in his family could even forget to eat.

Song Zui didn't know the shock in Wu Zhen's heart. He changed the cat litter for Song Tiantian and left the dormitory to go to the library. He only returned to the dormitory during lunch break.

As soon as he opened the door, he received a call. While hanging his schoolbag on the wall, he asked, "Have you sold your stuff?"

"not yet."

"Don't you know how to use second-hand websites?" Song Zui hugged Song Tiantian and said, "I happen to be on a lunch break. If you have time, I can teach you. It's almost as long as you put the price on it."

The man's voice was low, it sounded like a soft feather brushing past his ears, every word was wrapped in warmth.

"Have time."

He was about to say that the two of them would discuss on WeChat, but the other party blocked his throat: "I'll wait for you downstairs in your dormitory."

Song Zui didn't expect to meet again so soon, and after seeing other guests spend a lot of money, he realized that he couldn't afford his five yuan.

His living expenses are so low that he can't save any more. Since he can't save money, he can only increase the income.

Sitting at the desk, Wu Zhen chatted with the girl from the mathematics department. The last homework was done so well that the girl humbly asked for the next one. Of course, he was embarrassed to refuse.

The test paper this time was more difficult than the last one. The first question asked to prove the condition that the plane is outside the ellipsoid. He racked his brains and thought for 5 minutes but couldn't make it.

When Song Zui passed behind his roommate, he caught a glimpse of him doing a math test paper. The questions were still at the competition level. He stopped and asked friendlyly, "How about I help you?"

Wu Zhen was taken aback by the sudden appearance of a young man, especially with a cat in his hand, like a ghost that appeared silently.

Although he thanked Song Zui for his enthusiastic assistance, he still wanted to do it himself: "I can do it myself. I can't bother you every time, right? I'm not so useless."

After all, he was born as a top student all the way, and he didn't believe he couldn't complete it.

The young man silently walked to the chair and sat down. His white and thin fingers tapped on the table for a few seconds, and he stopped when he hit the ninth sound.

Wu Zhen walked over with the test paper in hand: "You should do me a favor."

He also thought that the Naihe topic he did was too difficult, and he would get dizzy after looking at it for a long time, and he also felt disgusted after watching it for a long time. Fortunately, he has a helpful roommate.

Song Zui is usually indifferent to everything, and only has his eyes on learning, but he is unambiguous about such a big matter as his getting out of the order, which made him see the brilliance of human nature.

Unexpectedly, the young man skillfully took the test paper in the next second, and said inhumanely: "Two cups of fried yogurt."

Wu Zhen: ...