Xiaobaihua is not pretending anymore!

He Shanting couldn't hear the joy and anger, and threw the mobile phone in front of the boy, pressing it directly on the textbook full of notes in the blank space.

Song Zui looked down at the advertisement on the screen, his head froze for two or three seconds on the spot, and tried to explain: "Baidu randomly pushes it."

He thought he would tacitly skip this topic, but it was obvious that A Ting was not so easy to deal with, the man asked slowly.

"Why would you push it if you don't check?"

Song Zui suddenly had a bad premonition in his heart, and just as he stood up and was about to run upstairs, he was easily grabbed by his slender wrist.

He was thrown onto the couch, and then the man knelt on top of him, because the movements were so slow and erotic.

He could only look up at the man's clear neck line, the wrist being held was soaked in the heat of skin contact, he didn't dare to struggle for fear that the man would fall.

At this time, his face was burning like a fever, but the person above him had no self-consciousness, and asked shamelessly by his ear.

"Is it soft?"

Touching the soft fabric, Song Zui's ears were completely red, he was thinking how he would like such a person, and he looked at that extremely bewitching face.

But he really liked it.

When the kiss was over, he went upstairs and rubbed his sore wrist, turned on his phone to search again, but this time changed the question, and carefully cleared the history after searching.

Song Zui reads in the library on weekends. As the end of the period approaches, there are more and more people in the library, and the seats can be described as rushing.

Sitting opposite him, Wu Zhen asked with dark circles under his eyes, "Why don't you read at home?"

He said that he would rather read at home than get up early to compete with a bunch of werewolves. There was a long queue outside the library at six o'clock in the morning.

Song Zui's mind came up with a business picture of a certain male model, and he shook his head trying to shake out the yellow waste.

"Too inefficient."

"That's true." Wu Zhen took it seriously, "I always want to watch the live broadcast of the game in the dormitory. By the way, are you going to the class dinner at noon? The sports committee said that the subsidy for the sports meeting has been paid."

He made a good plan for Song Zui to refuse, after all, the young man is not interested in socializing at all, who would have thought he heard the voice and go.

Wu Zhen felt that Song Zui had undergone an indescribable change. Even though he was still holding a book every day, he was willing to walk out of the book without anyone. He didn't know if it had something to do with that blue-eyed man.

The place for the dinner is the hotpot restaurant in Times Square, which is only one step away from the financial beach where every inch of land is expensive. Yin Zihan sat in the restaurant and boasted: "The owner of the restaurant is a friend of my dad. He gave us a [-]% discount today. Most people don't even have a seat." Couldn't make a reservation."

Wu Zhen was most annoyed by Yin Zihan's pretentiousness, showing off his family background in two of the three sentences, like who can't afford hot pot.

At this moment, he suddenly heard a loud noise of glass collapsing. He followed the sound and looked towards the Japanese grocery store opposite. A man with a fierce face smashed the glass in the store with a chair, pointed at a young man and scolded him.

"You fucking meddle in my business again! To tell you the truth, I'm tired of playing with you. If you can't stand me playing a little star, get out of my way."

Wu Zhen's attention fell on the broken glass, with a worried expression on his face: "The compensation must be expensive, right?"

"He's not short of money."

The boy narrowed his eyes and said.

Wu Zhen was about to ask you how you knew, Song Zui walked out of the hotpot restaurant before he could speak, he was startled when he saw the young man's pretty face, maybe he wanted a hero to save the beauty, he couldn't help it Worried about the domestic male model.

Feng Siwen was stunned by Sun Yu's actions, he didn't care about Sun Yu's courage, he just asked the little star, he didn't expect Sun Yu to lose his temper so much.

He felt the pointing eyes of the people around him, and wept bitterly and aggrievedly. If it was different, he would humblely pray for favors before, but today he doesn't want to pray.

He doesn't know what he wants to do. Since his family went bankrupt, he has been raised by Sun Yu. He is a fiancé in name but is actually a canary. What can a canary do?

Sun Yu seemed dissatisfied with his reaction, and slapped him violently, facing the people in Sun Yu's restaurant, he didn't dare to go forward, only one hand held Sun Yu's hand firmly.

The expected slap did not land on the face, Feng Siwen raised his head subconsciously, and saw the boy's indifferent face.

He hadn't seen Song Zui for a long time, and Song Zui seemed to have disappeared from their world, and he couldn't hear any wind, and the money boy he secretly called was also confiscated.

Feng Siwen knew that Sun Yu was used to domineering, he didn't want the helpless Song Zui to mess with Sun Yu, so he tugged on the boy's sleeve in a panic: "Leave me alone and go."

"Yo, who am I?" Sun Yu was very disdainful, "It turned out that he was kicked out by the Xu family, and I'm standing here, do you dare to do it?"

"Don't dare."

Song Zui noticed the monitoring of the restaurant.

"If you don't dare, get out."

Sun Yu was not surprised when he heard the answer, he knew that Song Zui was weaker than Feng Siwen, and Feng Siwen dared to complain in a low voice, but Song Zui didn't dare to speak to Xu Ning back then.

However, as soon as this thought came to his mind, Song Zui picked up a plate and slammed it on his head, the boy's voice was extremely cute.

"I fell."

Sun Yu was so angry that he laughed, who can fall down and smash the plate on the head?But his head was bleeding profusely, and the severe pain caused him no time to think, so he could only wave to Feng Siwen for help.

Feng Siwen looked at Sun Yu and then at Song Zui. The appearance of the young man hadn't changed much from the Xu family, but his brows and eyes were no longer dull, revealing a sense of freedom that could not be found in an exquisite cage.

Looking at Song Zui like this, he made a decision. He obediently walked to Sun Yu's side. Sun Yu yelled at Feng Siwen impatiently: "What are you doing in a daze! Quickly find something to stop my bleeding."

In his opinion, Feng Siwen was like his pet, no matter how much he beat and scolded, he would always come back to him. However, what he didn't expect was that Feng Siwen not only didn't help him stop the bleeding with a tissue.

Instead, he spat fiercely in his face, took away the tissue closest to him, and then followed Song Zui away, leaving only Song Zui's 50 yuan medical expenses for beggars.

Sun Yu had never been subjected to such a great humiliation. Touching the glaring blood on his head, he was so angry that he passed out on the ground.

Feng Siwen walked out of the square and never felt so relieved, but after calming down, worry appeared on his face: "What should Sun Yu do if he troubles you?"

Sun Yu is a mess in the second-generation circle, and he used to be on par with Ye Jin, that is, in recent years, he has been more restrained when going to work in the old man's company, and it is too easy to deal with Song Zui who has no background.

"discuss later."

Song Zui didn't put Sun Yu at ease. A person who can't control his temper is like a bull-headed terrier with wide eyes. He can rage up if he draws a circle on the wall. He remembered and asked Feng Siwen: "Are you sure?" place?"

Feng Siwen shook his head in embarrassment, Sun Yu's money is not generous, he spends money lavishly, and there is only less than 3000 yuan in his bank card.

"I have an old apartment building that I haven't sublet out." Song Zui handed the key to Feng Siwen, "If you don't mind the old house, you can live in it."

Feng Siwen doesn't have any bad intentions, just like a goose looking at you stupidly, he will try to help where he can, and there is nothing else he can do.

"Of course I don't mind." Feng Siwen said gratefully, "I'm very satisfied if I can find a place to live, thank you so much."

Song Zui couldn't help thinking of someone's pickiness. Feng Siwen, who was used to fine clothes and fine food, was not picky. What kind of life was A Ting in the past, he realized that he knew nothing about A Ting's past.

Feng Siwen didn't notice the strangeness of the young man, he was relieved to have a place to live, and began to ask about Song Zui's current situation: "What are you doing outside the Xu family?"

"Study at Shanghai University." Song Zui thought for a while and added, "I made a very poor boyfriend, and worked hard to publish papers to earn scholarships."

As he spoke, he walked out of the square, and unknowingly came to the vicinity of the Heshi Building. The building with a glass facade stood in the center, like a sharp knife piercing the heart of the Shanghai Stock Exchange.

Feng Siwen was stunned when he heard the word Shanghai University. Shanghai University is a century-old prestigious school. Before he had time to congratulate Song Zui, the young man suddenly looked at the crowd outside He's Building and stopped: "I have to go back beforehand."

"Is there anything urgent?"

Feng Siwen followed Song Zui's gaze and could only see He Shanting surrounded by the crowd. It was a figure far away from them, and he heard the young man grinding his teeth.

"Interrogation."

At night, Mr. Zhong stood on the podium of the night school accounting class, looking at the students who were listening intently, he couldn't help feeling elated.

There are still 5 minutes before the end of get out of class. He finished today's class and couldn't help bragging about himself: "When He Shi asked me to go to work, I didn't go. What's so good about being a capitalist's lackey? Candle."

There was a moment of silence in the audience, and bursts of applause broke out. Mr. Zhong coughed unnaturally. In fact, he sent his resume to He Shi, but nothing came of it. If he was not a student of a famous school, it would be his turn.

But who would think that it's bragging, he continued to brag about himself: "I tell you to study hard, I have a classmate who works as the financial director of He's, and if I study well, I will directly recommend it, and I can enter He's without an interview. "

After Mr. Zhong said this, everyone in the classroom straightened their backs, except for He Shanting who was sitting in the corner.

After class, He Shanting put away the documents and walked out of the classroom. As soon as he got out of the classroom, he bumped into Song Zui. The boy who was waiting by the door asked him casually, "Where did you go this afternoon?"

He wasn't sure what Song Zui had found.It was rare to be startled, and finally just answered calmly: "At home."

"I saw you at the door of He's this afternoon." The boy with fried hair gritted his teeth and asked, "Why do you work in He's?"

He Shanting blinked his blue-gray eyes slowly when he heard this question, and pointed to Teacher Zhong next to him: "Teacher recommends."

Teacher Zhong who was confused:? ?How the hell am I so capable? !