Xiaobaihua is not pretending anymore!

Song Zui heaved a sigh of relief with the word "free", and a little bit of shyness spread like azurite in the water until it turned into a cloud of blue.

He didn't even know when the other party left. When the door closed, he still stood there, subconsciously counting his heartbeats on his chest.

His usual heart beats an average of 75 times per minute, but now it has reached 91 times. This state is completely unsuitable for quiet study.

Song Zui brushed his teeth, washed his teeth and went to bed at ten o'clock for the first time. The lights in the dormitory building were turned off on time at eleven o'clock, and the small single room was completely dark.

The moonlight of the Mid-Autumn Festival came in from the window. Through the moonlight, he saw the moon cakes piled up on the ground like a hill, and suddenly recalled the embrace before.

In the next second, the boy covered his head with a quilt and got into the quilt. He closed his eyes and forced himself to fall asleep quickly.

At night, Wu Zhen sat at the dining table and had a reunion dinner. At the end of the meal, Wu's mother asked him in a delicate Shanghai accent: "How are you doing at school?"

"Alright."

Without Yin Zihan, his life is much easier, and he has no other worries except being busy studying clubs.

"How are you getting along with your two roommates?" Wu Ma peeled a crab for him, "Last time I heard you said that there is someone who is quite difficult to get along with."

"He's in the hospital and won't come back for the time being." Wu Zhen answered honestly, "The other is Song Zui, and he has a good relationship with me."

"It's good to be gentle and quiet to study, but the family background is not very good." He recalled, "I also said to go back and bring him moon cakes."

"It's already past the Mid-Autumn Festival when you go back. You can come back next week if you are so close to home." Wu Ma urged him to speak, "Tomorrow you can bring a box of mooncakes to school."

Wu Zhen:? ? ? !Am I my own?

Under the coercion and lure of his mother, he walked back to the dormitory the next day with a box of mooncakes, but when he opened the door, he saw a hill of mooncakes.

Wu Zhen looked at the Mooncake Mountain and then at the lone box of mooncakes in his hand, and suddenly felt that he couldn't give them away. Where did Song Zui get so many mooncakes?

He couldn't identify the brand of mooncakes, but he recognized two boxes of mooncakes from a well-known and time-honored brand in Xiangjiang. The prices were resold at a low price, but they needed to be ordered a year in advance, and ordinary people couldn't buy them at all.

"Are you really not someone's young master?"

Wu Zhen was too curious about Song Zui's family background, he had never heard the young man mention his family, as if he had always been alone.

Song Zui was noncommittal to Wu Zhen's guess, he carefully packed the mooncakes in a snakeskin pocket, and said something to Wu Zhen.

"The young master is going to set up a street stall."

Wu Zhen: ...

Knowing that there would be no result from asking, he quietly put the mooncake on Song Zui's table, and pulled out the chair by himself to play games.

There were more than a dozen bags of mooncakes on the ground, and one person couldn't move them all. Suddenly, he heard Song Zui say, "There are statistics showing that 65.9% of girls like boys who exercise."

At that time, Wu Zhen didn't know that the data was made up by the young man. In order to exercise his upper body strength, he helped Song Zui move bags of goods downstairs in the dormitory.

Everyone is tired of eating mooncakes on the market, and they are interested in mooncakes from unpopular brands, and the price of each one is not too expensive.

Soon, the stall was crowded with people.

The dormitory aunt who also sold mooncakes was deserted, and her face became more and more bad. When the dormitory aunt was about to explode, the two finally sold out the mooncakes and ran back to the dormitory with empty pockets.

Wu Zhen sat on the chair and wiped the sweat from his forehead. He was also puzzled now. Why did he become a coolie when he came here to deliver mooncakes?

This problem has troubled him for a long time, but it has no effect on his homework, because the topic this time is too difficult for him to do, and it also involves group theory that the lower grades do not learn.

Just when Wu Zhen was about to give up, a notebook was thrown on his desk, and the boy sat on the bed and stroked the cat: "Thanks."

He stared at Song Zui in a daze. Ordinary boys don't have so many fancy things. Selling moon cakes is a piece of cake, but the boys are clearly divided.

In the afternoon, He Shanting sat on the sofa and read the newspaper. Assistant Fang next to him bit the bullet and asked, "What gift would be better for Chen Ming's son to get married next week?"

Although Chen Ming resigned from the board of directors, he is still the major shareholder of the He Corporation. Chen Ming's son should express his intentions when he gets married. An actress is unclear.

He Shanting didn't raise his eyebrows.

"Send a pair of rings."

Assistant Fang was a little surprised that his boss agreed to give a gift, but it was the first time he heard of giving a pair of rings to newlyweds.

"One?"

The man on the sofa raised his neatly shaped eyebrows, his tone was devoid of humanistic care at all, it was so plain that there was irony and surprise.

"Give another one at the next wedding."

Assistant Fang thought silently that He Shanting always gave gifts as he wished, without thinking about other people's feelings, or that he didn't care if he knew it, it was just because he wanted to give it.

He glanced at the empty coffee table, and the moon cakes that were originally placed on the glass coffee table disappeared for some reason.

At this time, the phone on the coffee table rang, and He Shanting put down the newspaper in his hand to answer the phone, and a young and innocent voice came: "A Ting, don't be afraid of trouble and refuse to sell second-hand, I've sold all your mooncakes for you , you will never guess how much it sold for."

"how many?"

"Three thousand seven hundred and sixty eight yuan and thirty cents."

He Shanting lowered his long eyelashes when he heard the young man care about thirty cents, and a small dark shadow was cast under his eyes.

I don't have much money, but I always think about whether he has money, and never accept gifts from him, even if this little money is insignificant to him, a quill is more expensive than this.

Assistant Fang couldn't hear the content on the phone clearly. He could only hear a boy about seventeen or eighteen years old. When the man finished talking, he couldn't help asking curiously, "Is this the boy you were worried about?"

Seeing that He Shanting acquiesced, he couldn't help asking: "Have you tried the method I mentioned last time? As long as he has no money on him, he won't hire a male model, and no male model will post back."

Assistant Fang felt that his suggestion could not be said to be perfect, but it was also of practical value. One of his relatives' children was addicted to the web game "Let's Kill Me, Brother."

However, what he didn't expect was that He Shanting, who had acquiesced yesterday, gave him a sideways glance: "Do you still have a conscience for cheating children out of money?"

Assistant Fang's words were abruptly blocked by this unconscionable sentence, and he almost spat out a mouthful of blood. He didn't understand why his attitude had undergone an incredible change in just one day.

The person who didn't refute him yesterday was Boss He Shanting He, right?He is the only one who has no conscience today, and he really has no human rights as an assistant.

Because there is no need to go to class, when Song Tiantian fell asleep on the bed, Song Zui was going to wash all the clothes that he didn't have time to do.

He doesn't like wasting time on repetitive labor, but he can't afford three yuan a piece of laundry.

Although he doesn't have a good impression of Xu's family now, he can indeed concentrate on his studies in Xu's family, with servants responsible for basic necessities of life.

He was washing clothes on the laundry trough on the balcony, and accidentally tore a hole in the hem of his shirt with too much strength. He immediately stopped what he was doing, washed the clothes, wrung them out and returned to the dormitory.

Song Zui found the sewing box from the suitcase, and carefully mended the big hole in the clothes stitch by stitch. His needlework was not very good, but it was no problem to mend the hole.

Wu Zhen saw the young man sitting on a chair threading needles, and couldn't help but walk over after finishing his homework: "How do you start manual work?"

"There's a hole in the clothes."

Song Zui didn't think so.

It was the first time Wu Zhen saw such an open and honest person who was so poor, and he didn't hide anything at all. He asked the doubts that lingered in his heart: "You...why don't you apply for the poor student allowance?"

He saw that people who were not as poor as Song Zuipo had applied. Their class was better, and those who received the subsidy were those who really needed it.

In the next second, I heard the boy's natural voice: "I have hands and feet to support myself. There is no need to take up the subsidy quota and leave it to those who need it more."

Listening to Wu Zhen's speech, he looked at the other party's dark phoenix eyes and somehow explained that living and living well are two different things.

Song Zui seems to be very content with his own life, raising cats and watering flowers and studying every day, as if he is very satisfied with this.

Just when he was about to persuade him, the boy received a call, which showed that it was an unfamiliar number.

Song Zui cautiously walked to the balcony to answer the phone: "What's the matter?"

He seldom receives calls, most of them are for advertising sales, and as expected, there is a standard customer service voice on the phone.

"Our company is holding a brand clothing clearance event." The female voice on the phone said softly, "Congratulations on becoming a lucky customer of our company."

"Because the number of activities is limited, you can only enjoy the service of zero yuan purchase within three days. The link has been sent to you by text message. Hurry up and click on the link to fill in your basic information and take home the clothes you want."

Song Zui hung up the phone politely: "Understood."

On the other side, He's customer service came to He Shanting's office for the first time, the office was filled with silence, and she couldn't help but touch the right hand holding the phone after being arrested.

She breathed a sigh of relief when she heard the boy's answer, so it's probably a success, after all, a child of this age has no social experience, and most of them will look forward to the good things that fall from the sky.

The customer service staff couldn't help looking at He Shanting behind the desk. When the man was not smiling, his expression was Yue Zhiyuan, with sharp edges and corners on his jaw, and a pair of eyes that were different from ordinary people were very confusing.

She was curious about who this boy who put so much effort into delivering things could be. He sounded like a gentle and polite young man, reminiscent of a beautiful sheep.

Of course, this is not a question she can ask. After the call, the customer service member left the office consciously, keeping the matter to herself.

Time passed by, and no reply message was received.

He Shanting raised his eyebrows and dialed Song Zui's phone. There was a faint sound of washing clothes on the phone, and he heard the young man's slightly angry voice as soon as he dialed.

"A Ting, you don't know that I just received a fraudulent call." The young man obviously pursed his lips and said, "The deception is quite naive. Why don't you buy a villa when you say it's zero yuan to buy clothes? I only have twenty dollars a day. Living expenses have to be cheated, you say the other party is not human."

A certain male model who is not human let out a nonchalant sigh.