Xiaobaihua is not pretending anymore!

Song Zui's face was flushed from choking, and the pen in his hand drew long marks on the paper. He tried his best to restrain his tone and asked calmly, "When did we get married?"

"Just relying on my face of going to sea for 10 yuan." The other party paused and asked, "Isn't it normal for you to want to marry me?"

Song Zui took a deep breath, and decided to give up talking to this person beside him. When we first met, he was cold and reserved, but after a long time, he would find that his mouth was not in shape.

Although the same sex can marry in Huaguo, he just wants to study hard, and even if he gets married, he can't marry an ancestor back home.

The two-hour class time passed unconsciously, and 5 minutes before the end of get out of class, Teacher Zhong wrote today's homework on the blackboard: "Students, our goal is to get a certificate. Listening without practice is useless. Tomorrow night Everyone has to hand in their homework."

Song Zui pointed to the homework on the blackboard, and reminded the man beside him who was looking at him distractedly with his chin: "Do your homework well."

He Shanting raised his eyebrows and took a photo with his mobile phone.

Seeing that the other party had a good attitude towards study, Song Zui continued to look at the physics book in his hand, and glanced at the man's side face from the corner of his eye. A thought suddenly popped up in his heart, this face might really be worth a hundred thousand.

When he came home from get out of class to revise his thesis, Song Tiantian ran over with his little comb in his mouth and rubbed his head against his hand, which meant he was about to comb.

Devon cats are not a breed that loves shedding compared to Muppet Yingshort, but Song Tiantian likes to lie in his arms and enjoy grooming. He brushes the cat's curly hair with a comb while brushing the online courses of elective courses.

The desk lamp on the table was a little dim, the man went to the wall and turned on the light in the living room, and snorted at the same time: "Keeping a cat is really troublesome."

Song Tiantian trembled in his arms, and Song Zui patted the kitten's back helplessly. It might be troublesome for others to raise a cat, but for him it happened to be a small adjustment in his study life.

After brushing Song Tiantian and continuing to watch the online class, he suddenly heard a voice from the kitchen: "The ceiling is leaking again."

After all, I rented an old apartment building, and occasionally a drop or two of water leaked from the kitchen due to aging pipes or problems with the waterproof layer. The landlord also mentioned this problem before.

He went to the kitchen and saw the man frowned with sharp and sharp eyebrows: "I want to change houses."

In Song Zui's view, water seepage is not enough to change the house, so he took a plastic bucket and put it under the dripping ceiling: "There is no need to change the house."

However, this result did not satisfy the other party, and the man's handsome brows furrowed even deeper: "I won't be able to sleep."

Song Zui felt a little headache when he heard it. A Ting was mocking the trouble of raising a cat just now, but he felt that it was much more troublesome to raise people, so he wouldn't argue about living in a big house.

He pretended he didn't hear it and went back to the living room to continue watching the online class. Although there was the sound of water droplets falling from the kitchen, he couldn't hear it as long as he concentrated on it.

He watched until eleven o'clock in the evening, turned off the online class and went to bed. With the lessons learned from last night, he cautiously stayed one meter away from the other party, leaning on the edge of the bed with his right elbow hanging in the air.

However, Ating was exceptionally silent today, probably because the bedroom was too quiet, and the sound of water droplets falling was particularly obvious, dripping at the bottom.

Song Zui thought that the other party said he couldn't sleep because he wanted to live in a big house, but the man seemed to really be unable to sleep, with his eyes closed and his brows tightly frowned under the moonlight, as if the sound of water dripping every second was unbearable.

He later realized that A Ting was particularly sensitive to voices, and he suddenly remembered that Xu Ning's uncle was also like this, and there was a word Ting in his name.

He didn't know how to make the other person feel better, so he could only move away from the edge of the bed, and patted the other person's back lightly.

The moment his hand touched the other person's body, the man's brows seemed not to be so deeply frowned, and it was difficult for Song Zui to describe what was going on in his heart, like a big cat that was not easy to get along with usually lying on you because of your gentle touch underfoot.

I don't know what kind of thought caused it. With a small deposit, he huddled under the covers and opened the rental website, planning to see a single-family house of [-] square meters.

Even though it is not easy to choose a house without considering the budget, Song Zui couldn't choose the house he wanted until his eyes were dazzled. He sat at the dining table the next day and was still swiping the screen.

"Why are you looking at your phone all the time?"

He Shanting sipped his coffee and asked.

Song Zui wanted to give the other party a surprise, so he immediately turned off his phone and replied casually, "I'm grabbing tickets for the basketball game."

Over the weekend, the Shanghai stock market played against the old rival Jiangcheng. I heard from Yin Zihan that tickets on the official website were hard to come by, and people who had scalpers tripled the price of tickets still flocked to buy them. In order to combat scalpers, the official randomly releases tickets every day. This reason sounds very reasonable.

He Shanting drank his coffee and listened quietly.

After He Shanting went to the company for a meeting in the afternoon, Assistant Fang respectfully handed over the evening school homework to the man in the office chair: "What do you think?"

As He Shanting's assistant, he has a lot of face when he speaks out. Who would have thought that he would help his boss with homework?Their assistants always silently bear the pain that does not belong to them.

He Shanting glanced at the homework with correct handwriting, this is a simple review: "Not bad."

Assistant Fang wiped the fine sweat from his forehead. If he thought his handwriting was not dignified enough, asking him to write it again would kill him. Just as he was about to leave the office after handing in his homework, he suddenly heard the man speak.

"Book two tickets to the city's basketball game."

Assistant Fang almost thought he had heard it wrong. He Shanting looked down on confrontational sports like basketball, saying that the air was filled with the smell of dirty sweat, and this time he actually asked him to book tickets for the basketball game.

"Have you become interested in basketball?"

On the weekend of the match between Shanghai Stock Market and Jiangcheng, regarding whether the Shanghai Stock Market can get rid of its shame, if he hadn't got a job that day, he would have wanted to go to the scene to see it, but he heard a sentence: "Song Zui wants to see it."

Assistant Fang was quite surprised by He Shanting's transformation. Not only was he willing to live in a dilapidated apartment building, but he also talked about Song Zui all the time. Of course, it was impossible because his nephew took care of Song Zui. It can't be the concern for the juniors, I have never seen the elders who spend the money of the juniors.

Excluding all the impossibilities, there is an unimaginable possibility. He Shanting has a crush on his nephew's ex-boyfriend. This guess makes Assistant Fang lose his soul.

"I put the letter from the old lady on your desk. She has always been concerned about when you will get married." Assistant Fang asked through He Shanting's grandmother who is far away in Germany, "Do you have anyone you like?"

"No."

"why?"

Assistant Fang was really puzzled. With He Shanting's status, there is no shortage of courteous people, but he has never seen his boss treat anyone well. No matter how you look at it, it is the fate of being alone. The only exception is Song Zui.

He slapped his tongue and recalled, maybe he had bad intentions when they met for the first time, how could Xu Ning convince his boss to take in his little boyfriend?Even Xu Ning and Song Zui throwing out together is He Shanting's style.

Not to mention that Song Zui didn't make his boss angry at He's house, but he didn't see the boy kicked out. Instead, the boy ran away with his suitcase and patted his ass.

The man lowered his blue-gray eyes and seemed to speak casually.

"I'm not interested in letting people refuse again."

There was a taste of innocence and asceticism in the words, Assistant Fang expressed doubts about the authenticity of these words, who could break He Shanting's heart?If there is, he immediately ran to send the pennant.

Seeing the other party's unresponsive appearance, he was anxious, and brought the topic to Song Zui's side to attack him.

"You live in the apartment building that Song Zui rented, attend the night school he signed up for, and wear the clothes he bought. He is just a student with a meager scholarship, and he can't give you the life you want. Do you think there is anything wrong?"

In order to save face for his boss, Assistant Fang didn't say that you didn't laugh at anyone who used to live in a villa where every inch of land was expensive, but now you are rushing to live in a small dilapidated building.

The air was silent for a long time.

Just when Assistant Fang thought that He Shanting would not answer this question, he heard a low word "um", he was relieved in his heart, fortunately, he was able to get better and he would not be alone.

Unexpectedly, the man said calmly in the next second: "You reminded me that he only has a meager scholarship and he rents a house for me around the school and buys me clothes that I don't want to wear. He is afraid that I will be lonely at home and spend a lot of money to enroll in night school."

Assistant Fang suddenly had a bad premonition in his heart, but he still asked seriously: "What reminded you?"

There was a sincere smile in the man's eyes.

"He might like me."

Assistant Fang:? ? ?Are you sure it's not targeted poverty alleviation?