Xiaobaihua is not pretending anymore!

Downstairs, Assistant Fang's face was filled with shock. He almost thought he had heard wrong. His moody boss was willing to confess his love to someone?

It was no less than telling him not to come to work tomorrow.

Assistant Fang's eyes on the flower pots suddenly changed. He turned around and bought some nutrients, so that the good flowers would not die, and his boss would really die alone.

He immediately wanted to ask who the person was talking about, and looked up to see He Shanting quietly watching the boy go down the stairs, so he didn't need to ask this question.

The position of assistant should be like a shadow, but Assistant Fang felt that he stayed here like a light bulb with thousands of kilowatts. After eating, he stood up and said, "I have work to leave in the afternoon."

He consciously cleaned up his bowl and chopsticks, Song Zui escorted him to the door, he beckoned to the young man and walked to the side of the road to get in the car.

Although he didn't know when his boss would arrive at the company, Assistant Fang prepared the materials for the afternoon meeting, and met Bai Wenqiu, who was an intern in an investment bank, at the door of the meeting room.

To say that Bai Wenqiu is an aggressive person, he joined the investment bank with the help of the Xu family's relationship, I heard that he did not slack off at all, but this person's ambition is written on his face.

When Bai Wenqiu saw that he just nodded, probably because he knew that there was no hope for a relationship with He Shanting, and he even alienated him, not begging him at all.

Assistant Fang was used to being courted by He Shanting, so he didn't care about Bai Wenqiu's attitude, but couldn't help but doubt Xu Ning's eyes.

In terms of social skills, of course, Bai Wenqiu is excellent, and Song Zui can't let go in front of strangers, but Bai Wenqiu is only enthusiastic about useful people, not as good as a young man.

Even if he broke up with Xu Ning and didn't want to have contact with people who were close to Xu Ning, the boy would call him Brother Fang, and when he heard that he didn't eat, he immediately dragged him home for dinner, obviously one was better than the other.

Assistant Fang asked Bai Wenqiu, "Have you seen Song Zui during this time?"

Bai Wenqiu didn't understand why he suddenly asked Song Zui. He suppressed the doubts in his heart: "He should go back to where he should go. He will be happier in the Southwest than in Shanghai."

Assistant Fang could hear the faint sense of superiority in the other party's tone, and was suddenly amused. Although he complained that his boss was difficult to serve, Xu Ning was completely incomparable with He Shanting.

Whether it's appearance or family background.

When he thought that what Bai Wenqiu had snatched away was only Xu Ning, who was obedient, and Song Zui won his favor without doing anything, he couldn't help wondering how ugly Bai Wenqiu's expression would be then.

The clothes Song Zui ordered arrived soon. Holding the soft clothes in his hands, he pinched his fingers between the sleeves, hesitating whether to send them out or not.

Sending it out is also to seduce the little girl.

Thinking of this, he stuffed the clothes into his closet, and didn't intend to give them away. He would rather the clothes mildew quietly in the closet.

He stuffed his clothes and walked out of the bedroom, stopping when he passed the window sill.

The rose seeds on the window sill germinated, and the tender green buds emerged tremblingly from the soil. When the wind blew, they swayed and swayed, looking particularly annoying, as if only it could germinate.

The young man stared at the rose seedling. He usually watered the flower bed when he passed by it when he had time. He suddenly wanted to pull out the seedling, but his hand was grabbed by the man before he could get close to the flower pot.

"What are you going to do?"

Song Zuiqiang pretended to be calm and retracted the pinched hand: "Can't I touch its leaves? Forget it, I'm going to class."

He Shanting looked at the boy's back thoughtfully, it's okay, but Song Zui passed by this rose plant from time to time in the past two days, like a little fox who only wants to step on it to do bad things.

For the safety of the rosebuds, he put the flower pots on the highest shelf, lest a fox cub would snap off the buds.

Song Zui went to the classroom to attend class, filled with inexplicable emotions in his heart, which made him feel bored that he couldn't concentrate.

The young man with red phoenix eyes turned the pages of the book expressionlessly. The wind by the window lifted his hair that fell on his forehead. It was originally a pleasing picture, but he turned the next page with a snap.

Paji opened the water glass.

Put down the water glass with a clatter.

Even Wu Zhen could see that Song Zui was in a bad mood, and his actions today were particularly irritable, as if there was a fire with nowhere to vent, Yin Zihan shivered and lowered his sense of existence.

Song Zui was immersed in his own world reading and studying. He didn't go home at noon in order to suppress this boredom. It was rare to go to the snack shop opposite the school to buy Bo Bo Chicken.

The proprietress of the snack shop is from the Southwest, and the Bo Bo Chicken is particularly authentic, and you can smell the aroma as soon as you leave the school gate.

There is nothing wrong with it except that the price is a little higher. He felt a little distressed about the money after he took fifteen skewers, because the Bo Bo chicken is cold, and the proprietress can prepare it in 2 minutes.

Song Zui paid the money and took the box containing Bo Bo Chicken, and was about to leave the small shop when he ran into two sleazy social youths.

"Miss Boss, do you still want to open this store? Don't blame us for smashing your store if you don't give me this month's filial piety."

Song Zui raised his eyebrows in surprise. It was the first time he had seen such a bold collection of protection fees in the Shanghai stock market. Did he think the police force in the Shanghai stock market was too sufficient? The level of this class is not good.

A young man with yellow hair glared at him: "What are you looking at! Go away."

If Song Zui took a glance and left normally, he didn't like to cause trouble for himself, but today he was already upset, and he rolled up his sleeves indifferently when he heard Huang Mao's words.

Huang Mao thought that he was going to use his mobile phone to threaten: "If you dare to call the police, I will take your mobile phone away—"

Before Huang Mao could finish his sentence, his head was suddenly grabbed by one hand, and then he was grabbed and hit the hard wall.

The boy's outburst was so unexpected that Huangmao didn't react at all. When he did, there was blood on his forehead.

Huang Mao's companion hugged Song Zui's leg with an idea, and Huang Mao took the opportunity to get up from the ground to fight back. Song Zui gave the two of them a cold look, and then beat Huang Mao to the ground with an elbow.

As for the yellow-haired companion who hugged his leg, he directly stepped on the opponent's hand, and after a begging cry for help, he moved his foot away, but he tripped when he walked to the open space.

Huang Mao, who was shivering in pain on the ground, called the police: "Uncle police, I want to call the police."

The policeman in the police station carefully asked what happened: "Why would you do something so good? The three of you are all students at school. If you fail, you will be punished."

"He made the move first!" Huang Mao pointed at the boy who lowered his head. "After I said a word to him, he grabbed my head and bumped it against the wall. You have to seek justice for us both."

"exactly."

Listening to the two people's accusations, Song Zui thought it was a waste of time. He was not efficient today and didn't finish a test paper, so he unscrewed the cap of his pen and worked on the questions quietly.

What the police saw was a thin boy with blood not only on his hands, but also on his face, but he was still quietly doing the test paper on the chair. He looked like a good student.

This is not the pillar of the motherland, who else is?

He couldn't help turning his head to look at the two yellow-haired and green-haired men who were out of shape. They looked like the scum of the motherland against the backdrop of the youth. He didn't even think about saying to the two: "The merchant sued you for collecting protection fees. I think you not only charge The protection money also bullied and framed good classmates, so I will be detained for two days before talking about it."

Huang Mao was so angry that he almost vomited blood. He was the one who called the police, but he was also the one who was detained. What happened to this world.

The boy just raised his head and asked, "Can I go?"

"Let your parents pick you up."

The police obviously had the idea of ​​letting the parents continue their education.

Song Zui didn't know any elders in the Shanghai stock market, so he had to call A Ting, and the other party came after a while and led him out of the police station.

The man's lips were pursed into a thin straight line, which looked terribly cold, and the jaw line was clearly outlined by the dim light.

Song Zui wiped off the blood that was splashed on his face by others, and after realizing that the other party was angry, he immediately explained to himself: "I won't trouble you next time."

"It's not a question of whether it's troublesome or not." He Shanting rubbed the center of his brows, "Do you know how many accidents are easy to happen in a fight? What I hope to hear is that you promise not to take the initiative to fight in the future."

It was the first time Song Zui heard such a harsh tone from the other party, as if he was covered in blood and wounds at the moment, most of the accidents he wanted to say were others.

A teenager who is used to being alone doesn't like restraint. This kind of thing is like a rope around his neck, and he can't do whatever he wants.

But hearing the worry in the man's voice, Song Zui suddenly didn't feel so disgusted with restraint, he drooped his eyelids like a puppy, and hummed lightly.

He followed him home, because his right leg was tripped and sprained accidentally. In order not to be blamed again, the boy limped behind and stepped on a small puddle.

Suddenly the man stopped.

Before Song Zui could react, he was carried on his back by the other party. Warm hands clasped his thighs, feeling the other party's warmth through the thin clothes.

He hooked the man's neck to prevent him from falling in the air. His worry was completely unnecessary, because the man's hand was very steady, and the man who was harsh in the last second was gently carrying him behind his back in the second.