My little boyfriend is cruel and obedient

After Xu Yanqing knew that Fault Tolerance had achieved such results, he immediately decided to invite Fault Tolerance to his newly invested resort. Jiang Bie didn't make his own claim, so he looked at Fault Tolerance and asked for his opinion.

Fault tolerance thought about it or refused:

"Shun He's case is at a critical stage, let's wait for it to end."

"When it's over, you're probably going to go to college." Jiang Biegu reminded him.

"It's okay." Rong Cuo said, "Even if we go now, I'm afraid it won't be safe."

This is true, any details before going public are very important, Jiang Biegu is too busy in the company to keep his feet on the ground, if he gets away to play, he may have to rush back because of constant phone calls.

It's not impossible to make mistakes by himself, but it's meaningless, he just wants to be with Jiang Biegu.

Fault Tolerance is the boss today, Jiang Biegu naturally agreed with his decision, so he conveyed the exact sentence to Xu Yanqing, Xu Yanqing didn't say anything, and Fault Tolerance's phone rang a few seconds later.

Xu Yanqing's information, fault-tolerant click and his dialog box, as always, make people feel that it is his style.

Fault Tolerance showed Jiang Biegu his mobile phone, his face full of helplessness. When Jiang Biegu saw the dialogue page, he understood where Fault Tolerance’s helplessness came from. After all, there was almost nothing else in the dialog box except the transfer red envelope information.

Jiang Biegu smiled, reached for his mobile phone to accept the transfer, and then sent a voice message:

"I will accept the red envelope for my children, thank you."

Jiang Biegu returned the phone to him, and seeing Xu Yanqing replying with an ok emoji was even more helpless for fault tolerance, he let out an inaudible sigh:

"too big."

"It's okay." Jiang Biegu said: "707 points, I give you this number, I think it's quite appropriate."

"You businessmen..." Fault Tolerance asked tentatively, "Are all the ways of expressing congratulations so straightforward?"

"Of course not." Jiang Biegu looked at Rong Fault: "You have only been in the society for a few days? How many serious businessmen have you met? Some rich people are also iron roosters, so don't help Xu Yanqing My heart aches, he works in the media, and there are so many people under him scrambling to make money for him, this is not enough for him to lose one game of mahjong, so take it at ease."

Jiang Bie said that peace of mind, fault tolerance is really not peace of mind, the red envelopes that Xu Yanqing gave himself all these years were enough for him to pay a down payment in a small third-tier city. He didn't know why Xu Yanqing did this before, but now that he knows After what happened with Ji Mian, he understood a little bit.

He was thanking himself in a disguised form, thanking himself for being with Jiang Biegu, making him not so lonely.

But the more this is the case, the more he doesn't want to accept the fault tolerance. He wants to be with Jiang Biegu because of his own willingness, not because of anyone. If it must be because of it, it is because of Jiang Biegu himself.

It's just that I don't know what to say.

"Since we won't go to the resort for the time being, let's celebrate by ourselves first." Jiang Biegu was still a little excited: "Going to the hotel is no fun, let's buy something and go back and cook. I'll cook."

Tolerant didn't want to go to the hotel, but he didn't expect Jiang Biegu to cook for himself, so he looked at him suspiciously:

"sure?"

"What do you mean?" The smile on Jiang Biegu's face has not dissipated since he knew the result of fault tolerance: "Is it possible that I will not cook for a few years? Impossible, trust me."

Of course, Fault Tolerance believed in Jiang Biegu, but he felt a little bit sorry for his hard work after a busy day and had to go back to cook, but Jiang Biegu seemed very happy, Fault Tolerance didn't say much.

Just help yourself more.

Fault Tolerance also went to the company for an internship. Basically, there are no ingredients left at home, and most of them are eaten outside. Occasionally, when I get tired of eating and want to go home, I buy some ingredients on the way home from work, so I have to realize To celebrate at home, you have to go to the supermarket to buy ingredients and go home.

Tolerance accompanied Jiang Biegu to the supermarket, like a small follower, Jiang Biegu was picking at the front, and Tolerance was pushing the shopping cart behind, occasionally thinking that he bought too much, and would put some things back in a deceitful manner.

Jiang Biegu had never bought things without restraint before. This was the first time that fault tolerance saw him being irrational. If you are so happy, then you can actually take the college entrance examination every year.

Although this is unrealistic, if there are other things that make Jiang Biegu happy, Tolerance will definitely do it and do his best.

Driving back home, Jiang Biegu didn't let Ding Cheng go back. There were not many people, but when Ding Cheng went back, there would only be two people and one dog, and there was no atmosphere of celebration. Ding Cheng smiled and entered the house with his things:

"But I didn't prepare a red envelope today."

Tolerance was frightened by the red envelope, and immediately refused: "Brother Cheng, please forgive me."

Jiang Biegu didn't care about their affairs, Ding Cheng's red envelope would definitely be there, but how to refuse it was his business, not to mention that Jiang Biegu didn't think there was any need to refuse it. It's good to order red envelopes.

Jiang Biegu was arranging the ingredients in the kitchen, and found something was wrong during the arranging, and shouted: "Tolerance."

Tolerance immediately appeared in the kitchen: "What's wrong?"

Jiang Biegu squinted at him slightly: "I remember I took two pieces of beef."

Tolerance couldn't help laughing: "Is your memory so good?"

Jiang Biegu looked at him with a click of his tongue, but he didn't blame him. He continued to work. Tolerance came over to help, but Jiang Biegu slapped the back of his hand before he even touched the ingredients:

"No need, go out and rest."

Tolerance still wanted to fight for it, but Jiang Biegu said lightly:

"If you really want to help, just buy back the beef that was put back for me."

"I'll go out." Fault Rong surrendered, and left the kitchen with a smile. At this moment, Ding Cheng came over and patted Fault Rong on the shoulder: "I'll help, it's okay."

Facts have proved that even if Fault Tolerance goes to help, he will still come out. His phone has almost never been disconnected since he walked out of the kitchen. Jiang Biegu has been busy and has no time to pay attention to Fault Tolerance, but when he looks back, he can always see him on the phone.

Jiang Biegu didn't mean to interfere with whom he was going to socialize with, but he had been on the phone for so long and Jiang Biegu had never seen him. He couldn't help but look at Ding Cheng and asked:

"Who is he calling?"

Ding Cheng smiled: "Let's go to the admissions offices of the colleges and universities, this is already the fourth one."

Jiang Biegu nodded, turned around and continued to work while saying: "It should be, children are so good, they should really grab them."

"However, I think fault tolerance will still stay in Beicheng." Ding Cheng said: "Beicheng has the top universities in the country. Unless you go to study abroad, there is a high probability that you will stay in Beicheng."

Jiang Biegu saw Ding Cheng's words and smiled:

"Anywhere is fine, as long as it is the child's own choice and willingness."

Ding Cheng nodded and said nothing.

After answering the phone, Fault Tolerance came to the kitchen and walked around again. After making sure that he didn't need to help, he left again. He didn't know where he went, but Jiang Biegu didn't care about him. He was such a big man, he couldn't lose it.

When the food was put on the table, Jiang Biegu called out for forgiveness, only to realize that he came out of the study, and couldn't help frowning:

"Aren't you going to rest for a while?"

Fault tolerance walked over with a smile: "I'm not tired."

He doesn't seem to be really tired. He is no more busy in the company than regular employees. When he returns home, he still takes care of Jiang Biegu and Bean Sprout. It will be much easier after the college entrance examination a year in advance, but I don't want him to push himself very hard.

But today is a happy day, Jiang Bie didn't want to talk about him because of this, so he invited him to sit down and eat.

Jiang Biegu suggested some wine, but Ding Cheng was the first to refuse: "I'll forget it, I'll have to drive later, you can't drink and drive."

There are good reasons, Jiang Biegu is not reluctant, looking at Fault Tolerance, Fault Tolerance is a little astonished, after all, he has never been allowed to drink when he and Jiang Biegu attended a friend's dinner together before.

Jiang Biegu saw what Tolerance was thinking, and smiled: "You were not allowed to drink before because you were underage, but now that you are an adult, you can drink a little, but not too much."

That being the case, Fault Tolerance had no reason to refuse. He pushed the glass in front of him forward, and Jiang Biegu smiled and poured him some wine, not much, about 1/5 of the total amount in the glass.

Fault Tolerance is just an adult and can't drink too much alcohol. Jiang Biegu thinks he can drink a little more. After all, the next time such a happy event happens, he doesn't know when it will be. Stopped by fault tolerance.

"It's alright." Tolerance said, "I'll drink it when I'm not working."

Although Jiang Biegu won't get a headache the next day because of drinking, Fault Tolerance has seen his appearance the next day after being drunk. It has absolutely nothing to do with comfort. the amount of alcohol he drinks.

Now in my own home, and because of myself, it is impossible for him to drink for fault tolerance.

Fault Tolerance listens to Jiang Biegu very much, but Jiang Biegu also listens to Fault Tolerance, as long as it is right, he will accept it, so Jiang Biegu put away the bottle:

"Okay, listen to you."

Jiang Biegu hasn't cooked for a long time, and the standard is still there. The three of them ate more comfortably than in a hotel. At the dinner table, Jiang Biegu remembered the phone calls that Tolerance answered just now, and asked casually:

"The admissions offices of major colleges and universities called you just now?"

He didn't want to interfere with the choice of fault tolerance, but the grades have come out, and the application for volunteering is an immediate matter, and Jiang Biegu can't completely ignore it.

"Hmm." Tolerance nodded.

"Is there any school you like?"

"Yes." Fault Tolerance looked at him: "Just now we have had a preliminary communication on the phone, and it is basically settled."

"which school?"

Fault tolerance was silent for a few seconds: "B University, School of Management."

Jiang Biegu looked at Fault-Tolerant's lips, and made sure that he was not mistaken, so he asked again: "B University? School of Management?"

"Yes." Tolerance said.

Even Ding Cheng was a little surprised by this choice, but after thinking about it, he felt that there was nothing surprising. This was the choice Fault Tolerance would make.

"Do you know what major the School of Management of B University is?" Jiang Bie asked.

There was a little smile on the corner of fault tolerance's mouth: "I'm not going to be so silly, I don't even know what department he is in, so I want to go?"

"It's the Department of Finance." Ever since he knew about Fault's college entrance examination scores, this was the first time that Jiang Biegu's face didn't smile. He looked at Fault: "Do you remember what you told me?"

When he was just in high school, Jiang Biegu asked Tolerance if he had any ideas about his future major. At that time, Tolerance blurted out without any hesitation:

"Physics, that's all I'm interested in."

Jiang Biegu knew that he didn't just talk about it casually, so now he remembers that he knows that there is a high probability that Tolerance will go to university in Beicheng. After all, the best physics major in the country is in Beicheng, and it is even the same college that Tolerance chose. , but Jiang Biegu did not expect that in the same school, Tolerant chose a completely opposite major.

Of course Fault Tolerance knew what Jiang Biegu was telling him, but he just smiled:

"I was still young at the time, and I didn't quite understand what I wanted. Now I find that I like finance more."

Jiang Biegu didn't believe Tolerant's words at all, he wanted to say something, but Tolerant picked up the wine glass in front of him and touched him:

"Brother, congratulations, I found something I really like."

Jiang Biegu couldn't say congratulations, but he didn't say anything else at the dinner table, until after the meal when he was sending Ding Cheng away, Rong Rong said that he was going to take the bean sprouts for a walk, and Jiang Biegu followed suit:

"Let's go together."

Fault Tolerance made no objection and nodded.

Summer nights are not too cool, but fortunately, this villa area is far away from the urban area, and the occasional wind blows over, which still makes people feel refreshed. Bie Gu's tongue was sticking out on the side of his leg, and it was very hot, but he refused to walk back.

Tolerant thought that Jiang Biegu came out with him to say something to him, but he didn't speak until he sat down on the nearby basketball court, and he heard Jiang Biegu's voice. He asked:

"Because of me?"

Fault tolerance looked over, wanted to shake his head and say no, but Jiang Biegu didn't give him this chance.

"Since you said that you want to enter the company for an internship, I have a feeling that I can't express. Seeing that you work so hard in the company and get used to all aspects quickly, my feeling has become stronger and stronger, but I have never been able to express it. No, just now you said you were going to the School of Management, and I suddenly understood."

Jiang Biegu looked at Tolerance: "Since when did you stop liking physics?"

Tolerance did not speak.

"Since entering high school, you have never participated in a physics competition. Teacher Sun even approached me specifically for this reason. I thought you were preparing for the college entrance examination one year in advance, and I didn't think it was a big deal. But now it seems that, You made up your mind at that time, but how long has it been since you told me that you like physics?" Jiang Biegu asked, "What made you change your mind?"

Fault Tolerance knew from the very beginning that there would be such a dialogue after knowing that Jiang Biegu knew about his wish, so this answer was also thought out by Fault Tolerance from the very beginning:

"Does our high school physics teacher still have an impression?"

Jiang Biegu nodded: "Teacher Shi, what's wrong?"

"His hair is actually a wig, and he is bald." Rong fault said: "He is only 32 years old, and he said that all his classmates are similar to him."

Jiang Biegu: "..."

Jiang Biegu's obvious disbelief made Tolerance couldn't help laughing, he touched the bean sprouts squatting by his feet before he spoke:

"Brother, in fact, I really don't really like any major. I said physics at the time just thought that physics can bring me more sense of accomplishment and prove my value. But if I really want to study, I will probably feel suspicious or confused. Whether it’s the original choice or employment.”

"Physics and mathematics are indeed very important. They are the foundation of almost all engineering subjects. Without them, all walks of life cannot develop, but being important does not mean that employment is good. I consulted with my physics teacher. The rate of advanced studies in physics is very high. If you only study undergraduates If you don’t, there are almost no other jobs other than being a physics teacher.”

"Why do you think so much?" Jiang Biegu frowned slightly: "Go to graduate school if you don't know what you're going to do with your undergraduate degree, and then you'll have a lot more directions."

This is true, but fault tolerance still did not change my choice.

"I have to think about it." Fault tolerance said: "Brother, I know that you will be my reliance all my life. No matter how many years I study, you will support me unconditionally, but I can't depend on your support for me forever. Hiding behind you, I also want to grow up."

I want to be your reliance.

"People need the power of role models." Tolerance looked at Jiang Biegu: "You are by my side, and you are so outstanding, you are my role model, and I want to be someone like you, so with you as an example, I will change. The choice at the beginning, choosing the same major as you at the beginning, is a natural thing."

Fault tolerance has said so much, Jiang Biegu seems to believe it, at least he believes that his current choice is deliberate and not impulsive, but he still has some regrets. Looking at the crowd still playing on the basketball court, he said: :

"I really have the urge to tamper with your college entrance examination application."

After finishing speaking, he looked back at Fault Tolerance, and Fault Tolerance smiled:

"This is illegal. Although it is impossible for me to file a lawsuit against you, I will choose to repeat my studies for a year and wait for the next year. I still have to report to finance."

Having said all this, Jiang Biegu knew that there was no need to discuss it.

Fault Tolerance was indeed very obedient, but Jiang Biegu had no choice but to be stubborn, so Jiang Biegu didn't say anything, and Fault Tolerance also fell silent. Bean Sprout seemed to sense something, and his eyes wandered between the two of them. After cracking it, he fell to the ground in frustration.

When the people on the basketball court were about to leave, Fault Tolerance broke the silence and asked Jiang goodbye:

"Want to play ball?"

Jiang Bie didn't say a word, Fault Rong knew his answer, walked over and said a few words to the person holding the ball on the other side, and gave the ball to Fault Rong with a smile.

There was almost no one on the court except them, Jiang Biegu walked over and stood on the court with Rong Rong, and Rong Rong threw the ball to him:

"You attack, I defend."

Perhaps it was the fault-tolerant choice that made Jiang Biegu more or less angry. Although he himself knew that this was completely unreasonable, he couldn't control it, so his movements and speed were faster than ever before. violent.

Fault-tolerant defense was a bit difficult, but it didn't suffer too much, and the score was almost the same.

时间快到10:30的时候，江别故看了一眼腕上的手表：“还有1分钟到10:30，这是你最后的机会了。”

But as soon as the words fell, Jiang Biegu made a fake dribble on the left side. The fault-tolerant prediction succeeded in his move, so his initial defense was inclined to the right side, but Jiang Biegu was stronger than him. With a lot of speed, he turned around with a dribble and dodged from Rongrong's side, layup in three steps, and scored.

"20-17." Jiang Biegu said, "I won."

Tolerance heard Jiang Biegu's words, but didn't move, standing with his back facing Jiang Biegu.

Jiang Bie thought that Tolerance was easing his breathing, so he didn't come over to see him, but dribbled the ball and walked towards Bean Sprout, who had been obediently waiting beside him.

Fault Tolerance's breathing was indeed a little too fast, but he was very clear that it wasn't because of exercise, most of his heartbeat stalls came from the moment Jiang Biegu stepped past him, he could clearly feel Jiang Biegu's breath In my ears.

This time, it was closer than when he was explaining the problem to himself in the office before, so close, but so far away that he could hear his own heartbeat now.

What's going on here?Fault tolerance raised his hand and patted his chest, trying to relieve it, but it didn't work at all.

"Forgive me!" Jiang Biegu yelled, "Go home."

"Here we come." Tolerant fault glanced back at Jiang Biegu, then stepped forward to follow.

It was almost eleven o'clock when I got home, Rong Rong came out of the shower, and when I was brushing my teeth in front of the sink, my eyes fell on my reddish ears.

The color of the ears now is of course due to taking a bath, but the burning sensation from Jiang Biegu passing by his side just now is still there. He even raised his hand to touch it, wondering if his ears are allergic to something.

Or is it only for Jiang Biegu?

Tolerance has brought this question to bed without thinking about it, and then he stopped thinking about it, because he has no answer, so he can't find a stranger to do an experiment, saying that you blow into my ear, and I will see if there is any burning Feeling like a pervert.

But Tolerance didn't expect that this question would be brought into his dream by himself. In the dream, his ears were scorching like fire, and the scorching heat even spread to his whole body, as if it was going to burn his whole body same.He desperately wanted to stay away but couldn't break free, so that he opened his eyes suddenly just after 5 o'clock in the morning.

Originally thought that waking up would free him from the situation and make him better, but the fact was that it didn't. He could even clearly feel the obvious breath pouring out from his right ear.

It's exactly the same as in the dream.

Is he still awake?But the feeling at this moment is a bit too real, so real that the back of the fault tolerance is a little chilly, he raised his hand to feel if there is really something wrong with his ear, but he didn't want to raise his hand just now, Just touched the fluffy hand.

This furry feel...somewhat familiar.

Tolerance suddenly thought of something, and suddenly turned his head to look to the right. Bean Sprout jumped onto the bed at some point, sleeping soundly on his pillow, and his nostrils were facing his ears.

"Damn!" Tolerance couldn't help cursing, and got off the bed.

Bean Sprout was awakened by Fault Tolerance's action, raised his head from the pillow with a blank face, watched Fault Tolerance rush to the bathroom, then slammed the door vigorously, fell silent for a few seconds, and then lay back on his original position, closing the door. Eye.