Xiaobaihua is not pretending anymore!

Bai Wenqiu raised his head in disbelief when he heard that, and he was deeply shocked, because he was so surprised that he bit the skin of his mouth, oozing bright red blood.

He knows who He Shanting is, let alone him, even his only nephew.

If he wasn't from the He family, and he happened to be very skilled in the business field, I don't know how many people would want to get rid of him quickly.

It turned out that Song Zui's emperor green was given by this person, no wonder he would be mercilessly dismantled when he wore it at the banquet, and he came to the door to make amends without knowing it, but he didn't know that he was offending He Shanting all the time.

In Bai Wenqiu's heart, Song Zui is just a boy in the mountains that no one cares about, how can he be qualified to be favored by He Shanting.

He couldn't help asking: "Are you...are you joking?"

The servant next to him looked at Bai Wenqiu sympathetically, he knew very well that Mr. He cared about the little guest who visited last time, and a piece of imperial green was nothing at all.

All Bai Wenqiu got was a cold sentence from the man: "Since I can't control my hands, I'm going to copy this book."

A copy of Kant's principles of moral metaphysics was thrown in front of him, with a total of 150 pages. The title of the book seemed to remind him of his terrible experience, and he couldn't help feeling a strong sense of humiliation.

When he picked up the book, the other party had already entered the study room, and the servant brought paper and pen silently. He didn't dare to violate He Shanting's intention, so he had to bear the burden of humiliation and copy the book.

It was already three in the morning when Bai Wenqiu finished copying the book and returned to Xu's house. He forgot how he finished copying it. His eyes were red and his hands were so stiff that he couldn't move his fingers.

However, Xu Ning was only focused on playing game consoles on the sofa, staring at the TV screen and asking, "Why did you come back at this hour?"

Bai Wenqiu was so angry that before they were together, Xu Ning pretended to be serious and diligent to go to Tianyuan for an internship. After getting together, he understood that Xu Ning just ate, drank and played every day.

He didn't tell Xu Ning about his stay in the He family, but just squeezed his hand and said, "Do you know why your uncle doesn't like you? It's because you don't make progress all day long. Apart from playing, you can also play." What are you doing?"

Xu Ning felt that such Bai Wenqiu was inexplicable, he could live well without working hard, why should he work hard?

His parents' hope for him is that he will not break the law and commit crimes and be a down-to-earth playboy. Bai Wenqiu is more lenient than his parents.

If it was Song Zui, he wouldn't be angry with him at all, he would just ask him if he wanted a glass of juice when he was tired from playing, and he suddenly realized that Song Zui was good.

Xu Ning couldn't help but said, "My family doesn't owe anyone money, so why can't I sit on the sofa and play games?"

Bai Wenqiu was poked in the heart by Xu Ning's words. In the past, he definitely couldn't bear it, but now he can only swallow his anger: "I don't care if you hit you."

All he wanted to do now was to go upstairs and get some sleep.

Seeing the tiredness in Bai Wenqiu's eyebrows, Xu Ning regretted what he said just now: "I'm sorry I didn't mention your family on purpose."

Bai Wenqiu's face looked better now, but he didn't have time to talk to Xu Ning now, he just wanted to go upstairs to have a good sleep, but Xu Ning put down the game controller and followed behind him.

When passing by Song Zui's room on the second floor, Bai Wenqiu suddenly stopped in his tracks, he recalled He Shanting's words in the afternoon, and said to Xu Ning in a low voice, "Do you know who gave Song Zui that imperial green? "

"Why do you have anything to do with Song Zui?" Xu Ning didn't quite believe Bai Wenqiu's words, "Let's stop thinking about this, okay?"

He put his arms around Bai Wenqiu, and subconsciously avoided Bai Wenqiu's stealing behavior, as if Bai Wenqiu was still the white moonlight he had dreamed of since childhood in his heart.

"I have no intention of lying to you." Bai Wenqiu broke away from Xu Ning's hand, "Your uncle said he gave it to Song Zui."

Xu Ning stared at Bai Wenqiu and sighed, not because he didn't want to believe Bai Wenqiu's words, but because Bai Wenqiu's words were too ridiculous.

He even believed that Song Zui picked up Emperor Green in the trash can, but how could it be possible that his uncle gave it away with his own hands?

"Do you believe it or not." Bai Wenqiu was tired all day and had no energy to persuade Xu Ning, "I just want to ask you if you have checked Song Zui's life experience?"

Although he didn't understand why Bai Wenqiu was suddenly interested in Song Zui's life experience, Xu Ning still answered: "I was born and raised in the south of the mountain, if it wasn't for me, I wouldn't be able to leave the southwest in my life."

Bai Wenqiu's eyes were thoughtful, for some reason he felt that Song Zui was not so simple, Xu Ning helped him into the room: "If you are tired, go to bed early, and you are not short of your salary."

He let Xu Ning help him into the room, he was really tired today, his fingers were stiff from copying the book, but he believed that the more sincere he was, the less angry He Shanting would be, of course he didn't know that the other party didn't even have the yogurt for the younger generation Rob.

The days went on peacefully day by day. Although the family went bankrupt, it didn't affect him, but he was the center of the banquet in the past, and now he has never attended the banquet.

Just when Bai Wenqiu thought that the matter had passed without wind and waves, a bad news appeared in his life. His father was arrested on suspicion of bribery, which may involve a fixed-term imprisonment of not less than three years but not more than ten years.

Xu Ning comforted him when he learned about it: "There is nothing to do about this matter. Who asked your father to bribe He's executives to delay the review?"

Xu Ning really felt that Bai Wenqiu was unlucky. His uncle was too lazy to spend time in the dilapidated Bai family. After hearing his father explain that he was planning to deal with Chen Ming, who was old and immortal, Bai Wenqiu had offended his uncle. happy.

If his brother-in-law is not happy, he will not let others be happy. This is an irrefutable truth that he has understood in the past two years.

Xu Ning has lived under the prestige of He Shanting for a long time, so he doesn't think there is something wrong with his uncle, but Bai Wenqiu's arrogant posture and lack of vision.

But he couldn't say clearly that he could only comfort Bai Wenqiu by saying that he was unlucky. Bai Wenqiu was so anxious about his father being detained that he didn't even bother to study Song Zui's life experience.

Although He Shanting did not attend the board meeting, Chen Ming had no choice but to take the blame and resign due to successive incidents. He Shanting did not touch a drop of blood.

Generally speaking, when a director resigns, there will be more or less someone to save him. When Chen Ming left, no one stayed. Only He Shanting asked coolly: "Why did you leave?"

Chen Ming was so angry that he left without taking anything. Assistant Fang couldn't help but twitched his eyes. Why did Chen Ming leave him as the boss?

The Thailand development project came to an end, and Assistant Fang had a lot of leisure time in the office. During his lunch break, he saw the news about the anti-pornography in the Shanghai stock market and took it down in his heart.

During the Mid-Autumn Festival, Assistant Fang remembered the child of He Shanting's relative who was a male model, and asked on the way to the mansion, "Is the child you mentioned last time still a male model?"

He Shanting glanced at the silent cell phone.

"Almost lost my mind."

"That's good." Assistant Fang suggested in front, "Male models are very realistic, as long as they don't have money, they won't talk to him, so don't worry about not being able to get over it."

The car stopped at the gate of the He family.

In the quiet living room, there were many more mooncakes brought by the guests. In the corner, boxes of mooncakes were piled up like a hill. Assistant Fang said happily, "You will finally celebrate the Mid-Autumn Festival this year."

It stands to reason that mixed blood should have a sense of belonging to a country's culture, but He Shanting is not one of them. He has never celebrated traditional Chinese festivals and sneered at German customs.

"What's so good about it." He Shanting's tone was extraordinarily flat, "Aren't you guys here for a vacation?"

Assistant Fang was blocked by the words of the capitalists. He thought for a long time before he opened his mouth: "Mid-Autumn Festival is a day of reunion in China. It would be pitiful for a person to be alone outside all year round, and there are people who can't go home for Mid-Autumn Festival." .”

He thought that He Shanting would retort that there is nothing pitiful about a person, but the man did not speak quietly, but closed his misty eyes, as if he was thinking about something.

The campus is full of festive atmosphere. The tunnel from the North District to the West District is full of hand-painted paintings about the Mid-Autumn Festival, and the auntie of the dormitory is also selling mooncakes at the door.

After class, Song Zui and Wu Zhen walked back to the dormitory, passing by the door, he asked Aunt Xiang: "How much is a mooncake?"

"Eight dollars for three."

The boy thought about it for a while and gave up. Mooncakes costing nearly three yuan apiece were too expensive for him, so it’s better to buy steamed buns worth thirty cents from the cafeteria and dip them in sugar.

Suddenly the phone in Song Zui's pocket rang, most likely it was from A Ting, he hesitated for a while whether to answer it or not.

Ating is really good at spending money. He really regretted the 59 yuan fried yogurt, and he was relieved from the pity after eating boiled vegetables for a week.

The boy finally opened the screen, but it was not Ating who called, but another person.

"Do you think I won't be able to find you if you change your phone?" The person on the phone said angrily, "I'm telling you, Song Zui, don't try to avoid me in your life, hurry up and send 5 yuan to my account."

"I'm out of money."

Song Zui narrated calmly.

"Aren't you with that Xu guy? No matter what method you use, you will get me 5 yuan. This is what you owe our family."

He hung up the phone.

Wu Zhen couldn't hear what was on the phone, but felt that the boy's temperament suddenly cooled down, as if he had changed himself, not at all as quiet and introverted as usual.

Before Song Zui said that when Xu Ning was beaten, he thought it was a rabbit that would bite when it was in a hurry, but this young man really seemed to be someone who would strike suddenly.

To be precise, the boy's usual introversion is also different from others. He doesn't take things other than books to heart.

Wu Zhen, who lived in an ivory tower, couldn't imagine who the other party was, so he racked his brains to come up with an answer: "It can't be the phone number from your ex, right?"

Although he never had a girlfriend, most of his friends hated his ex. Some people said that such things as ex should die quietly in a corner.

"It's already dark."

Song Zui restrained the emotions flowing in his body.

Wu Zhen felt that the little cutie who loves to read is back again, his tone was not as cautious as before: "You even have an ex, how did you break up?"

He thought that Song Zui would not be interested in things other than books. This incident was even more shocking than Puwu's wearing a wig. It was not surprising that the physics teacher wore a wig.

"He likes someone else."

Song Zui did not speak in waves.

"Don't you hate him?"

Hearing Wu Zhen's words, the young man lowered his dark eyes. He is not an emotional person, but perhaps because of the phone call, for some reason he really wanted to talk to someone.

"What right do I have to hate? I don't have any sincerity." Song Zui's tone was as objective as a stranger examining himself, "The house I live in is his, and the money I use is his, just because he doesn't love me Can you lose your temper?"

Wu Zhen opened his mouth wide and didn't know how to comfort him, so he could only pat the young man on the shoulder: "Fortunately, it's over, I'll take you to meet new people soon."

The two walked into the dormitory, and Wu Zhen began to pack up the things for returning home during the Mid-Autumn Festival. His home is in the Shanghai Stock Exchange, and this holiday is only three days, so there are not many things to bring back.

"Aren't you going back?"

He asked Song Zui who was reading at the table.

"No."

Wu Zhen was not surprised by this, after all, Southwest is still far away from the Shanghai stock market, but after he left, there was only the young man in the dormitory, so he couldn't bear to say, "I'll bring you mooncakes when I come back."

After a while Wu Zhen left with a small suitcase, and with the knock on the wooden door, Song Zui was the only one in the dormitory.

Without Wu Zhen talking beside him, the air became quieter, like the silence in a hospital, so depressing that one could not speak.

He opened his cell phone address book, there were only a few people in the address book, and the only one who could talk was A Ting.

Song Zui dialed the other party's phone as if he was holding a group for warmth. When the call was connected, he pursed his lips: "Can you come today?"

A moment of silence.

"Do you have any money in your pocket?" The voice on the other side of the phone was calm, "I don't accept guests without money."

"I have five dollars."

After Song Zui retorted, he didn't say anything to the other person. As soon as the words came out of his mouth, he felt that the money was too little. He lowered his head holding five yuan: "Forget it."

Before he finished his sentence, the other party's low voice unexpectedly rang in his ears: "It's downstairs in your dormitory."