Xiaobaihua is not pretending anymore!

Half an hour later, Police Officer Wu hung up the phone and slammed his fists on the edge of the table. He didn't believe there were so many coincidences, which was obviously a warning to him.

Even though he wanted to stay in the Shanghai stock market to monitor Song Zui, the transfer order had already been issued, so he could only suppress his unwillingness.

He sympathized with the children locked in the underground boxing ring, but he didn't feel sorry for Song Zui at all, because Song Zui walked into the cage by himself for money, and a demon would not be a victim.

Song Zui slept on a bed that was completely unfamiliar to him. He originally occupied a small part of the bed cautiously, but gradually moved to the middle under the overwhelming drowsiness.

Moved again.

Moved again.

Finally, I slept comfortably in the middle of the bed.

He Shanting on the sofa saw Song Zui dishonestly kicking off the quilt and sleeping in a big shape, completely different from the usual quiet and prudent.

He looked amused, put down the water glass and walked over to pull the quilt.

The boy was sleeping on the pillow, breathing evenly, his breath was as shallow as a kitten, and he couldn't hear it even if he wasn't paying attention.

The weather in early autumn was not so cold, He Shanting put the quilt on Song Zui's body casually, maybe because he couldn't bear to be bound by something, he was pushed away by a cool hand not long after putting it on.

He kicked the quilt even though he was afraid of the cold.

He shook his head to regain his senses, it was an extraordinarily slender hand, the nails were manicured into a clean crescent, and the joints were evenly spaced, if he didn't pay attention to the hand, he took a second look.

This look stopped his eyes, because the sleeves were hanging down to the wrist of the young man, and there was a winding scar on the fair skin, which became faint with the passage of time.

The pajamas are ordinary white cotton pajamas, with wrinkled fur balls on the cuffs, obviously worn for a long time and reluctant to buy new ones.

He Shanting frowned his sharp eyebrows.

The prize money for winning a match in the underground boxing arena would not be low, otherwise no one would be willing to fight for their lives, no matter how bad it was, the monthly living expenses paid by Xu Ning would not be small after three years.

Although his nephew was useless, he wouldn't even have to deduct living expenses, but Song Zui spent every penny in half and spent it happily.

He wants to ask where your money has gone, but Song Zui's prudence will probably not tell him, instead he will doubt where he heard the news from.

Police officer Wu is right in saying that teenagers are used to disguising themselves, and they will not tell the hardships they have suffered. They work harder than anyone else in life, just like little roses blooming in the thorny field.

He made up his mind and covered Little Rose, who was afraid of the cold in autumn, with a quilt.

After the quarterly report was announced, Assistant Fang didn't have to deal with the materials sent by the financial department. It was rare to live a leisurely life for two days. He was awakened by a call from He Shanting in the early morning.

After all, his boss didn't like phone calls, probably because they were too noisy, and he would never use the phone if he could send emails. He was afraid that there was something wrong with the quarterly report.

It can't be.

Compared with the annual report, the quarterly report is not as important, and the requirements are not as strict, but it is the most basic not to make mistakes. One time, the details of currency and funds in the annual report were wrong, and He Shanting directly asked the finance minister to dismiss the get out of class.

Since then, the entire finance department has been cautious, and has never heard of any mistakes in the report. Of course, some people are dissatisfied with He Shanting's arbitrariness, but those who are dissatisfied are forced to leave.

Assistant Fang listened attentively to the phone, and He Shanting on the other side of the phone lowered his voice: "Bring over two breakfasts, just pack them in a wooden box."

"The address has been sent to you."

If he hadn't seen the name on the address, he would almost have thought that the servants of the manor had collectively gone on strike, and that his boss, who never touched the sun, wouldn't even be able to eat breakfast.

To be an assistant is to have a job as an assistant. Assistant Fang immediately went to the restaurant that He Shanting often goes to buy breakfast, packed the breakfast in an insulated box and arrived at the address sent by He Shanting.

The He family's real estate in China is unknown, and with He Shanting's extravagant and voluptuous style, he thought it would be some other garden.

When he stopped at an old residential building, he was stunned and looked down at the navigation several times until he saw a man walking out of the building.

He Shanting raised his eyelids: "Breakfast."

Assistant Fang suppressed his shock and respectfully handed over the breakfast. The man walked into the apartment building without seeing him again. His heart was raging again. Is this the place where his venerable boss lives?

I'm afraid there is a little goblin in the building.

He Shanting returned to the house with breakfast, put two breakfasts on the table, sat on the chair and read the financial newspaper, while waiting for Song Zui to wake up.

Song Zui on the bed buried his head in the pillow, because he was too tired yesterday, he was used to getting up at five and slept till dawn.

I don't want to wake up yet.

He smelled the smell of sea salt on the pillow, it wasn't the smell of milk on his body at all, and the pillow wasn't a pillow that cost ten yuan or three. Whose bed was this, and how could he be in this bed.

Song Zui's hands were clenched into fists vigilantly, his blank mind slowly returned to thinking, and he remembered that he sat by the door with all his things yesterday, and they slept in the same bed.

He let go of the hand he was holding, but his heart tightened.

How could he live in the same house with A Ting? A man's critical eyes appeared in front of him. He would rather live with Yin Zihan.

Song Zui stiffly changed into his pajamas and got out of bed. People really shouldn't make impulsive decisions, for example, he regrets it very much now.

He walked out of the bedroom wearing slippers, and saw a man with outstanding features sitting on a chair reading a newspaper, occasionally taking a sip of coffee.

On the table are two well-presented German breakfasts.

a glass of milk,

corn chips,

honey bread,

……

Although he knew that the other party could cook, Song Zui was still shocked by the sumptuousness of the breakfast, and he couldn't help saying, "There's no need to cook such a sumptuous one."

The man looked at the newspaper and opened his mouth lightly.

"You don't need to be so thankful."

Song Zui silently swallowed the word Fei Qian. He was not very interested in Western food, but he was used to eating big pot meals at school, and he found everything delicious, so he ate up his portion.

He took the two wooden boxes to the kitchen sink. He swept the kitchen around and turned on the faucet. When the faucet was turned on, he realized that something was wrong.

The kitchen is so clean.

It was so clean that he thought the kitchen had never been fired. After washing the wooden box, he walked to the living room and asked his doubts: "Are you useless for the kitchen?"

He Shanting stopped turning over the newspaper, and took the initiative in the conversation for a moment: "What do you want to say?"

"It's so clean inside." Song Zui looked at the empty kitchen with a puzzled expression on his face, "To be precise, it's a sign that no one is using it, and a thick layer of dust has accumulated on the kitchen counter."

He Shanting's face remained unchanged: "The ceiling is dusty."

Song Zui's attention was diverted by the dusty ceiling, and he suspected that A Ting was implying that he was buying a new house, so he wisely skipped the topic.

He picked up a small piece of bread and walked up to the man, only to find that the man was reading a financial newspaper, and there was a lot of professional vocabulary in the newspaper. He couldn't help asking, "Do you understand it?"

"Why don't you understand?"

He Shanting took a sip of his coffee.

"Didn't you go to college?" Song Zui casually took the last bite of bread, swallowed it, and licked the crumbs around his lips, making his soft lips glisten.

He Shanting looked at the young man's swallowing movements and thought of last night, and suddenly felt that the autumn was a little hot, but in Song Zui's opinion, it was because he minded, so he stopped talking: "I'm sorry, I won't discriminate against you."

He Shanting:? ? ?

Song Zui was ready for the other party to be angry. He remembered that he mentioned that the male model was not happy for the other party.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help worrying about his own hair, and when he was about to reach out to touch it, his hand was held by a man, and a calm voice came: "It's dirty."

Song Zui lowered his head and looked at his right hand, there were indeed some bread crumbs on it: "I'm going to get a tissue."

"Don't bother."

The man lowered his head and licked off the bread crumbs on his hands. The warm touch was imprinted on his hands, and he withdrew his hands violently like an electric shock.

He wanted to make a good male model pay attention to his words and deeds, and a good family should look like a good family, but the other party seemed to really not know how to write the word "property", and carefully arranged his clothes for him when he was parting.

There is nothing wrong with this movement itself, but the man is so tall that he is wrapped in the shadow cast by the other party, and there is an indescribable sense of intimacy.

He looked away unnaturally, picked up his schoolbag and fled out of the small rental room, and the unnaturalness disappeared when he walked downstairs.

Something is wrong with Ating today.

He thought that the cohabitation life was to feed Song Tiantian cat food in the morning and then feed the man. Unexpectedly, A Ting not only made breakfast virtuously, but also took care of him too carefully, like a vulnerable baby.

The young man felt the remaining warmth in his hand, and his dark eyelashes pressed lightly, looking at his hand carefully.

Something seemed wrong with him, too.

Song Zui went to school for morning class, and when he heard the news that Yu Ming's parents had suspended his studies, Wu Zhen, who was sitting next to him, wondered, "How long is he going to stay in the detention center?"

He calmly took out his books to study, he was not surprised by this incident, Yu Ming was timid, he was scared by him yesterday, and he didn't dare to show up at school without calling the police.

Seeing the boy's mediocre reaction, Wu Zhen worried about the shadow left by Song Zui, and tried his best to call back the boy's enthusiasm for campus life: "An ungrateful person like Yu Ming is the black sheep in the courtyard, not one out of a hundred people, you Because it's not worth it for him to move out of the dormitory."

"Who said I moved the dormitory because of him?"

Song Zui had a strange look on his face.

"What's the reason for that?"

Wu Zhen couldn't think of any other reason. It's not uncommon to study in other cities and live outside, but the rent in the Shanghai market is too expensive. Last time he mentioned it to Ms. Wu, his leg was almost broken.

"tell you later."

Since the class was about to start and the classroom gradually became quiet, Song Zui had no doubt that the next second he told Wu Zhen, he would stand up in surprise and ask that you lived with a man.

He didn't mean to hide his sexuality, and he didn't plan to find girls to cheat marriages in the future, but he was afraid of trouble, and it was better to have one more thing than one less thing.

Mainly to delay learning.

Song Zui, who was full of studying hard to get a scholarship, held the carbon pen, and the feeling of being licked on his right hand came up, and his writing speed was extremely slow, not much better than a turtle crawling.

He suddenly couldn't see anything, and he quickly assessed his state in his mind, probably the computer crashed and he needed to clean up the hard disk trash.

He put everything other than studying into the garbage, and prepared to focus on today's daily life, the most important thing being buying a bed.

Even though Song Zui didn't hate the smell of the other person, he was still not used to sleeping in the same bed.

He took a photo of an assembled bed on a second-hand trading website, and the same city delivery will arrive this afternoon. After finishing the bed, he was relieved.

Song Zui recalled that something was wrong with A Ting today, and he didn't expect much from his social life, so he asked Wu Zhen, who was a fish in water in the club, "Why do you say that a person's attitude suddenly changed 180 degrees?"

"What kind of transformation?"

Song Zui faltered for the first time, took a deep breath and remained silent. He once again doubted his ability to express himself.

Before he could answer, Wu Zhen answered firmly: "No matter what kind of change you have, remember that if you don't have anything to do, it's either rape or robbery."

This sounds reasonable at first glance.

But Song Zui thought about it for a while, and with his family's Ating's temperament, buying clothes and living in a big house is a straightforward request, and he won't be courteous at all.

"It shouldn't be because of this." He organized his words, "He usually stays at home and doesn't have to work, and he will try his best to meet his needs."

Wu Zhen felt a little bewildered, and patted his thigh after a while.

"It's definitely a lack of security." Wu Zhen said, "A person who doesn't work at home will be raised and dismissed. The lighter ones worry about gains and losses, and the more important ones have changed their personality. You have to find something for him to do."

Song Zui nodded silently.

Would a normal person lick his hand?Won't.

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