Xiaobaihua is not pretending anymore!

He Shanting came in with the rest of the milk.

Seeing the milk in the man's hand, Song Zui finally regained his pinkish white ears and turned red. He squeezed the pen in his hand and said in a low voice, "I'll tell you something."

"what's up?"

He Shanting naturally went to the chair next to him and sat down, resting his two long legs on the legs of the young man's chair, with a casual attitude.

"I said it before but you obviously didn't listen to it. I thought about it and I have to make a serious statement." Song Zui pulled the chair out, "Adults have a sense of proportion when getting along, don't stick to others every day."

He Shanting looked at the boy who was less than five months old and smiled.

Song Zui was annoyed by this laugh, and before he could get angry, he heard the other party's "hm", and the little flame died down immediately.

Seeing that the matter was resolved, he was relieved, and after turning off the lights, he relaxed and slept on the bed. Today, he will not be hugged like a pillow, nor will he have an embarrassing dream.

Song Zui closed his eyes contentedly, and recalled the documents and documents he had read today in his mind. He did not use pen and paper to deduce the momentum equation. After the derivation, sleepiness gradually came to his head.

However, before he fell asleep completely, a familiar hand wrapped around his waist, and the other's chin rested on his head, and he was tightly covered in the man's arms.

The humanoid pillow tried to struggle.

Did not struggle to move.

The human pillow refused to admit that he hadn't struggled, and began to accuse him with words: "Didn't you agree not to stick it on your body?"

"Can't sleep."

The other party's voice was hoarse, and the state of clinging to him was like a drowning man grabbing the only straw, as if he had no defense against him.

Song Zuigui suddenly wondered if the other party liked him a little bit, otherwise why would he always like to hug him, of course it is impossible for him to like the other party.

Being in love makes people stupid.

He cherished his IQ very much, it was one of the few things he had, but he couldn't bear to push away the person who hugged him to sleep.

The result of being unbearable is that he dreamed that he was sitting on the table blankly, and the other party grabbed his hair and made him raise his head and raise his chin.

This time I drank other milk.

This flavor of milk was not good, it was vaguely tasteless, it had a wild fishy sweetness, he was forced to swallow it with his head up, and the white liquid splashed on the corner of his lips.

Then the other party also helped him with his hands, wiping off the milk stains on his lips little by little, and he felt better, probably because the table legs could not bear the weight and creaked, and the hand holding the tablecloth relaxed and squeezed. Tighten until the purchased tablecloth falls lightly to the floor.

I don't know if it's because of my own psychology. After waking up in the morning, Song Zui's body was a little weak, so he helped his waist.

When he got out of bed, the psychological effect became stronger, and he always felt that A Ting's complexion was pale, as if he had used too much force.

The boy shook his head, shaking out his weird thoughts, picked up a piece of toast and walked to the school to take a fluid mechanics class.

When he arrived in the classroom, there was a lot of twittering. Wu Zhen took a seat for him, and Hou Quan, who was sitting on the upper right, raised his mobile phone: "The mid-term exam results are out."

"How many points do you have?"

"So fast?"

Song Zui was taken aback by the speed of grading papers, and the academic committee who ate popsicles in the cold weather explained the reason: "If you have more graduate students, you can correct it quickly. It's free labor."

He silently sympathized with the graduate student in Professor Zhou's hands, turned on his mobile phone and logged on to the Academic Affairs Network to check his grades. After a while, he looked at the screen and sighed: "Only 98."

Hou Quan, who passed the [-]th exam: ...

Wu Zhen, who took the 61 exam: ...

Listen, is this a human language?

Probably because the mid-term exam papers were so miserable, Professor Zhou of Fluid Mechanics handed out a consolidated exam paper, which was called free arrangement, but in fact, the get out of class ended 10 minutes earlier.

There was enthusiastic applause in the class, and Yin Zihan, who was forced by the counselor to come to class, clapped the loudest.

Wu Zhen went back to the dormitory to watch the live broadcast eagerly, looked at the young boy who was sitting motionless and asked, "Aren't you going back?"

"I'll finish this test paper first."

Wu Zhen suddenly understood the difference between a scumbag and a scumbag. He wanted to go back to the dormitory to watch the live broadcast as soon as possible.

Yin Zihan, who happened to be more scholarly than him, came over with a can of cat food, and respectfully said to the boy who lowered his head to answer the question: "This is the can of food I respect you for."

Wu Zhen winked at the side, as soon as Yin Zihan met Song Zui, he behaved like a puppy, and he didn't know what Song Zui did to Yin Zihan.

As if seeing his doubts, Yin Zihan lowered his voice: "Brother Song, are you afraid that one will hit three?"

It was difficult for Wu Zhen to connect the thin boy with the big guy who beat three, but he knew that Yin Zihan couldn't lie. Yin Zihan cared about his own face the most. He suddenly felt that Song Zui was the scariest one in the dormitory. .

Judging from the young man's skillful handling of the cans, he guessed that he had received protection money during his school years. Song Zui was a mystery to him, but seeing Wen Tun was actually alienated. His understanding of Song Zui's family was limited to the death of his parents.

Wu Zhen couldn't stand Yin Zihan's dog-legged behavior, picked up his mobile phone and walked out, and suddenly received a message from the campus group: "The supermarket is offering [-]% off today!"

Hearing the words [-]% off, the originally quiet teenager packed up his things and went straight to the school supermarket. Wu Zhen behind him was dumbfounded, and suddenly felt that Song Zui was approachable, and what would happen to the little classmates who rushed to the supermarket for [-]% off? thoughts.

Song Zui went to the supermarket to buy today's ingredients. Although there were surprisingly many people before the end of get out of class time, several shelves were empty. The fighting power of young students is not inferior to that of the aunts in the community.

He seldom goes out to buy things, and A Ting is usually in charge of buying and cooking. He just needs to study hard.

The teenager pushed a small cart at the entrance.

Although the two eat together, their tastes are very different. The other person likes Western food and the other likes Chinese food. Often, one person eats Burgundy beef stew and the other eats fish-flavored shredded pork.

He went to the fresh food section to buy fresh meat, and then filled the cart with cheap vegetables. He hesitated when he walked to the import area, because the price was really daring.

A package of quick-frozen steak costs 250 yuan.

A Ting's pale face appeared in his mind, and he suddenly felt guilty as a scumbag who went whoring for nothing, even though in his dream he still picked up a pack of quick-frozen steaks to nourish his nutrition.

Song Zui returned to the house with a lot of ingredients, and the other party seemed to have just come back, before he opened his mouth, he looked at him and raised his eyebrows and asked, "Buy so many vegetables?"

"Nutritional supplements for you."

Song Zui coughed unnaturally, and his ears blushed imperceptibly.

He put the bought things on the kitchen counter: "I went to grab the vegetables on discount at the school supermarket. Let's eat these at noon. I'll wash the vegetables."

He picked out the fresh vegetables and turned on the faucet to clean the leaves. It was not difficult, but his fingertips turned white after being soaked in water for a long time.

Usually, when he comes home from get out of class, the meals are placed on the table. It must be difficult for a person to wash vegetables and cook at the same time, but he didn't complain at all. He doubted whether the other party liked him again.

The boy suppressed his thoughts and put the washed vegetables on the plate, and asked the man standing at the door doubtfully: "Can I cook? I'll help you."

He hadn't seen Ating cook yet, and was curious about how to use cheap ingredients to make meals comparable to restaurants, so he was ready to take notes beside him.

He Shanting, who had never washed his hands before making soup, lowered his eyes at the dishes on the plate, walked to the fire and said calmly, "I can't make it today because I'm out of breath."

The young man reached out and turned the switch of the stove, and a blue flame ignited in the stove: "I'm angry."

He Shanting's eyes drooped deeper, and the eye sockets under the brow bone were glazed with a faint glaze. After a long while, he ordered: "Go and buy the soy sauce from the Book of Rites that is missing a bottle."

Although Song Zui had never bought Liji's soy sauce, he had heard the name of this long-established shop, and there was an endless stream of people queuing up to buy soy sauce every day.

He was not surprised by this rhetoric. No wonder the meals are delicious every day. It turned out that he was strict with the condiments, so he untied his apron and went out.

And when the boy left, He Shanting fiddled with the dishes on the plate, and called Assistant Fang: "Today's lunch will be changed and the menu will be delivered."

Assistant Fang on the other side of the phone was sweating profusely remembering the name of the dish his boss wanted, because he asked for it to be delivered within half an hour, without delaying a minute or a second, and wages would be deducted if it was delayed.

He hung up the phone and contacted the restaurant to deliver the meal. The person in charge of the restaurant expressed embarrassment: "We need to ensure the quality of each meal. Two to 10 minutes is too short for us to do it."

If it was the normal Assistant Fang, he would have tried to persuade him, but when it came to his salary this month, he would directly say a harsh word.

"You go tell Mr. He about this."

"Do it now!"

Although he had expected it, he had to say that his boss's name was really easy to use, no less than a weapon of mass destruction. There were many rumors about He Shanting. He didn't know if the positive ones were true, but the negative ones must be true.

For example, the inhumane exploitation of weak assistants.

Assistant Fang came to the small courtyard on Zhuangyuan Road non-stop after picking up the meal from the French restaurant. He was stunned when he stood outside the iron railing.

Wild roses are planted all over the yard, and the swaying broken shadows are projected on the white wall, reflecting the RV on the house, which looks like the world in the oil painting.

The monthly rent for such a beautiful house is at least [-], and he added another one to He Shanting's criminal evidence, pretending to be poor and exploiting good students who have not been deeply involved in the world, so that they even rented a small villa.

Assistant Fang, the delivery rider, rang the doorbell and entered the house, and handed the wooden box to He Shanting, wondering why he was in such a hurry today.

He stared dumbfounded at the man putting the wooden box on the table, and he didn't forget to put on an apron as if he had just finished cooking, pretending to be extra gentle and virtuous.

No wonder Song Zui couldn't resist.

This is basically a male vixen.

Assistant Fang walked out of the yard with emotion, and was stopped by a boy carrying soy sauce not long after he left: "Brother Fang?"

Assistant Fang was frightened by Brother Fang's voice. If he made a fool of himself, let alone this month's bonus, he promised to leave He's with his things in his arms. He has always been very confident in He Shanting's narrow-mindedness.

"I went to the bank to find a place to eat after finishing my work."

An explanation flashed through his mind, and just as he was about to make an excuse to escape, the young man pulled him into the yard: "There's no need to look for a place, the house I rented is right there, if you don't mind it, you can eat some simple food."

Assistant Fang thought in his heart that it was not a simple meal, he delivered it himself, which was enough for his day's salary, he stood outside the door and sighed.

He really didn't want to go in.

After all, his boss was still inside, but Song Zui's strength was too great, he was worried that if he didn't follow, his sleeve would be lost.

Song Zui carried the Liji soy sauce and Assistant Fang walked into the room. What surprised him was that the table was full of food. He couldn't help asking the man in the apron, "Isn't there no soy sauce at home?"

He Shanting glanced at Assistant Fang calmly.

"Found another vial."

Assistant Fang sat on the sofa and rolled his eyes. What lack of soy sauce is nothing more than wanting to spend the boy. To be honest, it's a pity that his boss doesn't pursue his dreams in the entertainment industry. The entertainment industry lost a movie star.

Song Zui didn't know Assistant Fang's turbulent mental activity, so he went to the water dispenser and poured a glass of water, and handed the glass two-thirds full to Assistant Fang.

He was afraid that Ating next to him would not be impressed by the other's assistant and introduced again: "This is Brother Fang whom we met last time. He works in He's. You should learn more from him."

He Shanting raised his eyelids.

Assistant Fang hurriedly put down the water glass and waved his hands: "Where is that?" This is the guy who pays his salary.

"Let's eat."

He Shanting looked at the young man who had been busy for a long time and interrupted the chat.

Song Zui greeted Assistant Fang, opened the dining chair and sat down to eat. He picked up a piece of tomato beef brisket. The beef was wrapped in sweet and sour tomato sauce, so tender and smooth, it couldn't be tasted like the discounted beef bought in the supermarket.

He was originally worried that the reception of the simple tea and light meals would not be good, but Assistant Fang finished the tomato beef brisket sauce with rice, and I have to say that Ating's cooking skills are really good.

His eyes couldn't help falling on the man's handsome face, those blue-gray eyes were opaque under the sunlight, and suddenly he caught a glimpse of the thread on the sleeves of the man's cheap shirt.

On the other side, Assistant Fang was wearing a good-quality long-staple cotton shirt. Looking at the sharp contrast, his heart was pricked for no reason.

Song Zui turned on his mobile phone and clicked on the shopping software, and added a lot of clothes to the shopping cart. When he was about to place an order, he heard Song Tiantian's mournful cry from upstairs.

He immediately put down the bowls and chopsticks and went upstairs, and saw Song Tiantian's head stuck in the cat food locker, because the door of the locker was so heavy that it was difficult to push open, obviously the kitten was trying to open the door with his head.

Angrily and funny, he opened the half-opened cabinet door, and the suffocated kitten ran away with a howl.

He turned around and was about to walk out of the room. Assistant Fang seemed to be asking the roses in the pot, "Can these seeds survive?"

"It will bloom tomorrow."

The assistant above the dining table was speechless when he heard this. His boss probably had never raised a living thing before, and it was a pity that this seed was burdened with unrealistic expectations at such a young age.

It's not too young to say it. I heard from the servant that this seed was left three years ago. I don't know why his boss suddenly wanted to plant it. Not to mention whether it can live after flowering is still a problem.

"Is there anything special about blooming?"

Assistant Fang asked curiously.

In his mind, this must be a rare rose, so rare that the seeds were stored for three years before planting, and the flowers must be very beautiful.

Song Zui in the room was also curious about this question. The man poured the little rose carefully and said, as if he couldn't help but share: "There's nothing special about it."

"It's just that I will woo a person when the flowers bloom. Although he liked me first, it's not a big deal from my point of view. He is too shy."

Song Zui held the phone tightly for a moment. It turned out that Ating had someone he liked, probably a shy little girl who liked roses. For some reason, his chest felt a little stuffy. Looking at the clothes in the shopping cart, he suddenly felt like an idiot.

The idiot sniffed and lowered his head to place an order.