Xiaobaihua is not pretending anymore!

He Shanting stared blankly at the handed-out leaflet, folded it slowly and stuffed it into the boy's shirt pocket: "It's too expensive."

Song Zui added thoughtfully: "The money has already been paid."

He Shanting was annoyed and funny looking at the young man who came prepared, this little fox would set him up.

Song Zui wasn't sure if the other party would agree to go to class, but he felt relieved after hearing a peaceful "um".

He was about to clean up the cat food bowl that Song Tiantian had eaten, when the man brought a cup of hot milk to his hand, and the strong milky smell lingered at the tip of his nose.

He held the warm porcelain cup and took a sip. It was different from the promotional milk he bought at the canteen. It tasted mellow and thick, but it didn't taste greasy at all.

Because it was so delicious, the young Gu Longlong drank the milk, and the alarm bell sounded in his mind: "Is this kind of milk expensive?"

"20 yuan a box."

He Shanting raised his eyebrows and answered.

He bought this carton of milk in the entrance area of ​​the supermarket. The shopping guide said that teenagers like this brand very much, and he was right from the bottomless cup.

Song Zui felt distressed after drinking 20 yuan in one gulp, and licked the remaining foam on his lips: "It's too expensive, don't buy it next time."

The man gently wiped off the white milk froth on his lips with a tissue: "How much is the course fee for registration?"

"Two thousand three hundred and fifty-six."

Feeling the gentle movement of the other party, he subconsciously said the price of the course, accurate to single digits.

"You spent all 2000 yuan today." The man paused and asked, "Do you think 20 yuan is expensive?"

His thoughts have not changed at all. Although more than 2000 yuan is not a small amount for him, he thinks it is worthwhile for A Ting to live an active life. He would rather not drink 20 yuan milk.

He Shanting stared at the boy who nodded confidently, not even willing to drink 20 yuan of milk, what happened to him to be so harsh on himself.

Today, I spent money to buy myself a tattered bed, but let him throw it downstairs, thinking of this, he lowered his eyes.

Song Zui couldn't see clearly the emotion in the other person's eyes, for a long time he heard the man speak jerkyly in his ear, every word was extremely solemn.

"Sorry for throwing your bed away."

The moment he heard the words, his eyelashes twitched. He didn't expect that the eldest lady's temperamental Ating would take the initiative to apologize to him. He thought the other party would lightly say, "I accidentally threw a bed."

He felt that the other party was slowly changing, not as proud as before, with bits and pieces of temperature, he recovered and shook his head: "It's okay."

"There are relationships."

Song Zui raised his head in doubt.

"To make up for your loss." The man's voice returned to laziness, "From now on, I will share half of your bed with you."

Song Zui: ...

What kind of compensation is this? ?

Although Song Zui didn't want this compensation, he was not used to sleeping with other people, but there was only one bed at home, so he could only sleep on it reluctantly.

In order to avoid the discomfort of taking a nap in the other party's space, he curled up and slept next to him, as if the Chu River and Han World were separated between them.

He was very satisfied with this Chuhe-Han boundary. He closed his eyes and covered the quilt to sleep. He heard the other party ask just as he closed his eyes.

"Are you afraid of the dark?"

"will not."

Although his eyesight is not very good in the dark, he is not afraid of the dark. He can solve it by turning on a flashlight, and there are no shadows.

The next second, the lights in the room were turned off, and the moonlight came in from the window like a milky white lamp. He wrapped himself in the quilt and fell asleep peacefully.

"Will you be cold?"

Song Zui felt that Ah Ting was too strange these two days, he almost treated him as a vulnerable baby, so he took a deep breath: "It's okay."

The sporadic heat in the Shanghai stock market in autumn has dissipated, and the wind is gradually becoming cooler. It is a bit cold under the thin summer quilt, but it is still within an acceptable range.

After he finished speaking, he sneezed.

Maybe it will be warmer with some clothes on.

The second he was about to get out of bed to get his clothes, the man's warm body covered him, completely enveloping him.

Song Zui's body froze, so that when he realized that the other party was already asleep, he heard the other party's steady breathing, not sure if he wanted to push him away.

The coldness in his body disappeared without a trace. It's hard to imagine that a person as cold as Ah Ting is extremely warm, unlike the blood in his body which is cold.

The skins of the two were tightly pressed together through the thin pajamas, and the man's head naturally rested on his neck, and the hard stubble made his skin itchy.

He pushed but didn't push. If he used all his strength, the other party would be pushed off the bed. He looked at the man pressing down on him like a big cat and closed his eyes helplessly.

Song Zui is not a person with a high quality of sleep, he sleeps late and wakes up early, but he sleeps until dawn in the warm embrace.

When he sat at the dining table and had breakfast, he did not forget to ask: "The evening school course will start tonight. Remember to go to class on time, and you will be able to find a good job after you get the certificate."

He Shanting glanced at the school schedule sent by the boy, and there was a cat hair on his phone. He looked indifferently at Song Tiantian who was basking in the sun by the window after eating the cat food, and asked, "Why doesn't he have to go to work?"

Song Zui didn't know how Song Tiantian provoked Ating, he organized his words: "No one would ask a cat to work."

"I'll contact Cat Cafe."

Song Zui: ...

In order to prevent Song Tianzhen from being sent to work, before he left, he explained to the kitten the job of drying chestnuts. Song Tiantian dried the chestnuts one by one in the flat bamboo basket by the window.

The evening school's accounting course starts at 08:30 in the evening, and the location is set at the Third Teaching of Shanghai University. He Shanting sits in the last row frowning.

Although the name is Shanghai University Evening School, the teachers have nothing to do with Shanghai University. The teacher of the accounting class stood on the stage and introduced himself.

"Thank you to the students who have signed up for the evening school courses of our Shanghai University after work. My surname is Zhong. I will lead you to complete the elementary accounting course in this month and successfully obtain the elementary accounting certificate."

He Shanting was not sure why Song Zui enrolled him in the accounting class, probably because he thought he was interested in finance and economics when he watched the financial news.

Hearing the noise from the people on the stage, he put on sound-proof earplugs and sent a message. After a while, Assistant Fang rushed to the door to deliver the documents.

Assistant Fang handed the document to He Shanting. The man was handling the company's decision, but Assistant Fang sat beside him and listened to the class.

According to his thinking, the class that even He Shanting has to take must be a high-end class that even the rich can't afford, so he must seize this learning opportunity.

Assistant Fang opened the cap of his pen to take notes, but what he heard was: "Everyone should be exposed to the subject of accounting for the first time. I can tell you with certainty that accounting is inseparable from all walks of life. It’s no problem for an accountant to find a job.”

Junior accounting certificate?

Assistant Fang slowly put out a question mark. If he remembered correctly, He Shanting has even passed the CPA exam. How could he learn elementary accounting.

Because it was too unbelievable, he couldn't help asking the doubts in his heart: "Why did you come to study junior accounting?"

The man answered flatly.

"For money laundering."

Assistant Fang was taken aback by this answer. The term money laundering comes from the Chicago Mafia in the United States, which rationalizes illegal income and uses it openly.

He Shanting reviewed the documents without changing his face. Only by finding a job reasonably can he use the money on the bright side. His long eyelashes were slightly drawn back.

I want to buy milk for their fox cubs.

And Song Zui went out of the library, worried that the other party was not used to class for the first time, so he went to the door of the first teaching and waited for the other party to finish class.

After the bell rang, the night school students walked out of the teaching building one after another. Among the bustling crowd, he saw Assistant Fang who was disturbed by money laundering.

Although he didn't want to have too much contact with people from the past, thanks to Assistant Fang's care when he was in He's house, there was no reason not to say hello when they met. He walked over and said, "Brother Fang is good."

Assistant Fang was surprised when he saw Song Zui carrying a schoolbag: "You go to Shanghai University?"

"I'm in freshman year."

Assistant Fang was surprised that the young man was admitted to a prestigious school without a sound. He dared to move bricks on the construction site as a work-study program. At the Xu family, everyone said that Song Zui would not be able to live without Xu Ning. Now it seems that leaving Xu Ning will lead a better life , The brows and eyes are relaxed and free.

During the conversation, Assistant Fang saw He Shanting who was going down the stairs a step behind him. He was about to approach respectfully, when the man with blue-gray eyes turned his head and asked Song Zui as if he didn't know him: "Who is he?"

Assistant Fang:? ? ?Subordinates who send you documents non-stop