Xiaobaihua is not pretending anymore!

Song Zui introduced to He Shanting: "His surname is Fang. He was an elder brother who took care of me before I went to college. You can call him Brother Fang."

Assistant Fang was in deep confusion as to who he was, where he was, and what he was doing, until He Shanting's eyes swept over him coldly, he was so frightened that he quickly waved his hands: "This is unbearable."

Unless he doesn't want to go to work tomorrow.

Song Zui didn't know that Assistant Fang's heart was turbulent. After comforting Ating, he asked Assistant Fang: "Brother Fang, why did you come to our school today?"

Assistant Fang subconsciously glanced at He Shanting, thinking that he had brought the documents to him, and he looked away out of the desire to survive: "Hey, come to the school for inspection."

Song Zuizhi didn't ask any more questions, but Assistant Fang asked the man next to him: "Is this your friend?"

Song Zui nodded.

"How did you two meet?"

Assistant Fang couldn't hold back his curiosity, the two of them had never even met each other when they were under the eaves at He's house, he thought that He Shanting thought Song Zui was a drag bottle sent by his nephew.

Song Zui paused for two seconds. Of course he couldn't say that he saved Fengchen, so he tried to choose his words: "He has nowhere to go in Shanghai, so I rented a house outside the school to take him in."

Feeling the strange look from Assistant Fang, he couldn't help pursing his lips and explaining: "His education is not as good as yours and can't find a good job, but he studied accounting at night school, and he should be able to work as an accountant in a small company after passing the accounting certificate."

It was difficult for Assistant Fang to link the normally expensive man with the accountant of the small company, and he was still in shock when Song Zui and the two left.

If it wasn't for the fear that He Shanting would assassinate him, he would have wanted to call Secretary Zheng and ask if he knew that our boss was pretending to be poor, not only pretending to be poor, but also pretending to be weak, pitiful and helpless.

Why is there no place to go in the Shanghai stock market, tsk tsk, did the He family buy their real estate in the Shanghai stock market for nothing?Changing places to sleep 360 days a year does not bring heavy samples.

It's just that He Shanting is picky and neurotic, he only likes to stay in the manor of the previous year, like a vampire who just walked out of the coffin, he is extremely sensitive to sound, and the curtains are always drawn tightly during the day.

On the second day, Assistant Fang got up before dawn, took the breakfast ordered by He Shanting, and went to the front of the small broken unit to meet.

He was wearing a low-key black suit, with the brim of his hat pulled to the eyelids to cover half of his face, looking like an undercover agent walking on the road.

He himself didn't want to wear it like this, but it was requested by He Shanting, so as to minimize the risk of his showing up, he could only bite the bullet and wrap himself into a rice dumpling.

Even though the temperature in Shanghai stock market plummeted after the autumn rain, passers-by wearing thin sweaters and long sleeves looked at his outfit frequently and stared at him.

Assistant Fang stood in front of the unit building, hoping that his boss would come down quickly, but it was very unrealistic to talk to the boss about punctuality, and the man was late at [-]:[-].

He immediately handed over the breakfast, and couldn't help asking: "Don't you usually have breakfast at eight o'clock?"

He Shanting often worked late into the night, but never got up early. Assistant Fang was surprised when he heard a surprising sentence: "Song Zui wakes up early."

It was rare for Assistant Fang to hear words of concern from He Shanting, and it was unimaginable that the other party would live in a small run-down apartment building. All kinds of incredible things were in front of him, and he dared to ask the doubts in his heart.

"Why do you live with him?"

"I'm afraid he will grow crooked."

He Shanting took the carefully packed breakfast.

Assistant Fang rolled his eyes when he heard the answer. To put it bluntly, it means taking in, but to put it bluntly, it means nurturing. Doesn't it mean that if you adopt a wild man in your freshman year, you will be crooked?

He didn't dare to say this in person, but only reported the situation of the newly acquired subsidiary. The situation of this company is more complicated. The company is in debt trouble. It is He's investment to resolve the crisis, but the whole company does not want He's to intervene in management , two days ago because of the airborne management strike protest.

While talking, he watched He Shanting's expression become more and more indifferent, and smiled when he heard the word strike.

Assistant Fang mourned silently for the company in his heart, and as expected, He Shanting said, "Since you don't want the He family to intervene in the management, then don't open it. Sell the assets if you can."

Assistant Fang sighed, He Shanting was not someone who could be coerced, but when the man carried his breakfast and walked upstairs for a second, he calmed down the aura of the superior, and he became a little bit more fireworks.

Temperament switch very freely.

Assistant Fang, who was standing there, was stunned. I really can't blame Song Zui for being eaten to death. This person can't justify not winning an Oscar.

Song Zui woke up on time at 05:30. He got dressed and walked out of the bedroom. There was breakfast for two people on the dining table, and the man sat on a chair drinking latte.

"You woke up so early."

He rubbed his still-awake eyes.

"Fortunately."

He Shanting's voice was flat.

Song Zui sat down at the dining table, took a piece of toast and dipped it in raspberry sauce to eat, looked up and saw Song Tiantian aggrievedly drying chestnuts by the window, he wondered what happened to the kitten.

Turning around, the man slowly ate the chestnut cake with a long-handled spoon, which was more or less murderous.

He had no choice but to pour canned cat food for Song Tiantian, but when A Ting looked over again, he had to take out a piece of Swiss candy from his bag and put it on the table.

He sighed when he walked out of the house. He is probably not the only person in the world who is bothered by cats and men.

Definitely Not.

He sighed again.

He Shanting stared at the Swiss candy on the table and suddenly bent his eyes, smiled sincerely, peeled off the sugar coating and ate the candy.

Wednesday is called Death Wednesday by Physics Class [-], because the classes on this day are full, and after finishing the class on the fifth floor of Teaching No. [-], you have to go to the eighth floor of Teaching No. [-] immediately.

Song Zui went to work from eight o'clock in the morning to eight o'clock in the evening, and Wu Zhen next to him asked curiously, "How is that classmate you mentioned last time?"

Song Zui froze for a moment before realizing that it was A Ting who was asking the question. He went to Shanghai University and the other went to the night school of Shanghai University, so he could barely be called a classmate.

"He is willing to study accounting."

"It's good if you're willing to learn something." Wu Zhen patted him on the shoulder, "I'm going to go first because there are activities in the club today."

Song Zui slowly packed his things by himself, planning to go to the library for self-study, but it started raining outside the window at some point, if he didn't want to get caught in the rain, he would have to be trapped in the teaching building.

He was thinking about what to do when the phone screen suddenly turned on. He watched the news on the screen with mixed feelings, and he couldn't talk too much.

A second ago he praised Ating for his willingness to go to night school to study, but the next second the night school teacher complained that he didn't go to class.

Song Zui immediately forgot about other things, and was only thinking about how to get A Ting to go to class. At this time, he heard some girls talking in the classroom.

"Who is that person at the door? I want to add a WeChat account."

"I'm also moved."

"Blue eyes are beautiful."

Song Zui was originally not interested in their discussion, but when he heard the blue eyes slowly turning his head, the man was standing outside the door wearing a dark windbreaker, his narrow waist and long legs were extremely attractive.

But in his eyes, the man's face had the word skipping class shining golden on it. The boy picked up his schoolbag and walked over to question him. Before he could speak, the other party made a sound.

"Do you think I skipped class on purpose?"

Song Zui nodded with a sullen face. The evening school had started for 10 minutes, and it was already a fact without question. Suddenly, his hand touched the hard canvas, and an umbrella was stuffed into his hand.

Only then did he realize that the reason the other party didn't go to class was to give him an umbrella. Looking at the man's lips pursed into a straight line, he couldn't help but ask, "Are you angry?"

The other party hummed lightly.

Song Zui was worried about how to coax the angry big cat, when suddenly the man's hand wrapped around his neck to comfort him, "accompany me to class."

The other party's firm and powerful arms wrapped around his neck, and the skin that touched it became unbearably hot.

Song Zui's body was so stiff that it couldn't be any stiffer. This person had no sense of boundaries at all, like a big cat coquettishly hugging him. He was hugged and walked under the umbrella, steaming all over his body.

When they walked to the night school classroom, the first class was halfway through. He Shanting frowned when he heard the teacher's loud voice on the stage, and put on the left earplug.

Because Song Zui was sitting on the right.

Song Zui had never taken accounting-related classes, so he listened curiously for 10 minutes and then focused on his condensed matter physics.

After the first class was over, the classroom was full of noise. Teacher Zhong walked up to the two of them with the roster: "I was late for 10 minutes today, so I can't be late next time. Don't think we are junior accountants. Things are not elementary at all.”

He talked dryly for a long time, but the mixed-race man just replied indifferently, he told himself not to be angry, most of the good-looking people have bad brains, and they will cry when they fail to pass the junior accountant exam day.

"You sign it."

Teacher Zhong handed the roster to the man, and at the same time said to the boy who was looting next to him, "I know that I teach accounting well, but we don't allow looting in our night school. It's only one time."

Song Zui who was forced to come to read with him: ...he doesn't really want to come

He Shanting looked at the names on the roster, stared at Song Zui in silence for a while and asked, "Song Ting?"

"If you find it, sign it." Teacher Zhong not only didn't notice the frozen atmosphere in the air, but also tried to add fuel to the fire, "I almost thought it was a girl's name, and I thought it sounded really nice."

Song Zui felt a little guilty after being stared at by the man, and after the teacher left with the roster, he explained seriously: "I didn't know your last name when I signed up, and I wanted to ask you but I was afraid to startle the snake."

"Fighting the grass to startle the snake?"

The tip of He Shanting's tongue spit out the word lightly.

Song Zuixin thought that of course he was afraid of scaring the snake, if he asked his name when he signed up, he would definitely tell him not to sign up, but he couldn't say that, he retorted against his conscience: "That's not what it meant."

He thought that the other party would hold on to the words, but the other party said indifferently: "It's okay."

His hanging heart slowly let go, but the man looked at him and raised his eyebrows and said calmly: "From my husband's surname."