hello little angel

The roses on the terrace climbed to the glass along the railing, and the morning wind was very moist, blowing around the beige gauze curtain and blowing into the room, trying to wake up the person who was sleeping soundly in the bed.

"Xiao Yu, why don't you sleep with the window closed? What should I do if I catch a cold in the new season?" Aunt Xu's tone was full of affection, she approached the small bag on the bed lightly, and leaned over to pat it.

The apron that has not been removed is filled with the aroma of soybean milk and corn, and the little glutton consciously reveals half of its head from the side of the quilt, like half of the white and tender spring bamboo shoots emerging from the ground after the rain.

"Aunt Xu, what time is it..." The cheeks of the person sleeping under the blanket flushed, and he rubbed the corners of his eyes with Bai Shengsheng's knuckles, "Did I oversleep?"

"Six fifty-three, it's still early." Aunt Xu put the ironed school uniform beside the bed, and began to tidy up the bed quickly: "You fell asleep last night, and Mr. Fu called to apologize to Xiaoyu."

"He won't come back this week..." His bare feet stomped heavily on the ground as if he was angry, and the soft fiber fur was cushioned under his feet, so that Zhao Xingyu didn't feel cold or hurt his feet at all.

Chao Xingyu was a little spoiled, and when he was five or six years old, he liked the nest most, like a rare and difficult to raise milk cat, the whole villa was his playground, and he often ran around with his bare feet, really It made Mr. Fu, who was chasing and coaxing him to put on shoes, a headache.

Most likely, the skin and bones of children are softer. Xiao Xingyu’s bare feet often get cold when touched, and he often suffers from bruises and colds. Full of grievances.

Mr. Fu felt very distressed, hugged him, kissed and coaxed him until the little guy finally fell asleep with his thumb in his mouth.When it rained again on the second day, every corner of the villa was covered with soft carpets, which were his favorite baby blue.

"Xiaoyu is angry?" He only drank half of his favorite hot soy milk. Aunt Xu has been taking care of him since he was a child, but she knows his temper better than Mr. Fu. "Mr. Fu must also want to come back. I asked you all last night. I just can't bear to wake you up. Hey, pearl corn, eat one more bud."

"He doesn't miss me..." Pushing the corn on the plate back to Aunt Xu, pouring milk for the old man, looking at the watch at Xingyu, hurriedly took the breakfast box full of fruits, and ran across the corridor to the front yard: "Uncle Guan! You don't need to pick me up tonight, a friend will give you one!"

"Okay! Master, please slow down!"

The muscular Mr. Driver is the most leisurely person in the Fu family. When his young master ran out of the front yard with his schoolbag, he was picking a bunch of white jasmine to put in the young master's room.

The blue and white figure of the young man passed by in a flash, and the morning air was filled with traces of dew and the fragrance of flowers.

Chao Xingyu is probably the only one who lives in the villa and catches the bus. The driver has known him for a long time. Every morning, he always waits for 3 minutes until Zhao Xingyu takes out his bus card and greets him with a smile. There is no way , well-behaved and handsome children are preferred by everyone.

Taking the bus to and from school is Chao Xingyu's idea.Ever since I moved to this city with Mr. Fu when I was 12 years old and started formal contact with school education, Chao Xingyu, who was originally taught by Mr. Fu himself, became dissatisfied and wanted to go to school and take the college entrance examination. Mr. Fu took care of him and took the initiative to take the entrance examination independently, like every child who is anxious to get out of the control of adults.

Mr. Fu couldn't control his little ancestor, so he could only settle for the next best thing and try to provide him with the best conditions.

Three years ago, Zhaoyuan Middle School became the school with the highest enrollment rate and the best school in the city after being sponsored by others, with all the facilities in the school.

Mr. Fu is generous but low-key. The school directors only know that he is a big man, but they don't know what this big man does, and he doesn't know why he donates such a large sum of money, and he doesn't know that the lucky little god of wealth has already got off the bus and entered the campus. , and finally pushed open the classroom door of Class One, Grade Two in the teaching building.

"Xiaoyu!" Seeing the savior, Zhuoyue in the front row rushed away from the onlookers and went straight to her small squad leader: "Mr. Luo said that if I fail in math this time, I will notify my parents... woo Woo Bodhisattva, help, help!"

"Don't keep thinking about copying your homework. I'm the class monitor and I have to lead by example. Besides, I think you may be hopeless." Chao Xingyu was as cold as a butcher's knife. He put away his schoolbag and stood in front of everyone He walked towards the podium with his gaze: "Ahem, I received a notice from the school that a parent forum for grades will be held next Friday. Everyone, please remember to inform the parents."

There was thunder on the ground, and the audience wailed instantly.

"No, I just got 510 in the total score of the monthly exam. I will die when my father comes." Chen Jiaju scratched his hair, almost foreseeing the old father's black face.

"What are you?" Zhuoyou covered his face with his hands, "I got 56 in English... My mother threw me to live in the United States for two years, and as a result, all the people who popped out of my mouth were F** and S**... ..."

"Xiao Yu..." Wu Xian patted Chen Jiaju's head off his shoulders, and lovingly grabbed the small class monitor's soft hand: "I told my parents that I was the first in my grade every time, and I was singled out by Mr. Luo every time." Come out and boast fiercely, what kind of feeling is it? You say it and I feel it too."

"Let go, let go!" Zhuoyou vigorously pulled him away from the squad leader, with a look of disgust on his face: "Be careful with your hands and feet, you pervert!"

Chen Jiaju seemed to think of something suddenly, and shrank his neck unconsciously: "Xiaoyu, is your little uncle coming this time?"

Being poked at the sore spot, he shrugged and pulled towards the corner of Xingyu's eyes, with a bit of aggrieved tone: "He is still in Germany now, he said he is too busy to come back."

"Huh—that's good..." Chen Jiaju just breathed a sigh of relief when Zhuo Yue's iron fist reached his forehead: "Can you speak at all! I'm not happy that I didn't see Xiao Yu!"

"Xiao Yu, that's not what I meant." Chen Jiaju hurriedly explained, and those long and powerful narrow eyes popped up in his mind again: "I'm just a little scared, your little uncle is by my side, I dare not say a word to you... ...and Wu Xian and the others think so too!"

"Hey! Why are you talking about me..." Facing the small animal-like questioning look cast by the squad leader, Wu Xian scratched his head and could only confess: "It's a bit scary, it looks like the big boss in the TV series." Same……"

"Is there?" Zhao Xingyu recalled Mr. Fu's appearance in his mind, and he didn't feel fierce at all, "He is actually very talkative and has a good temper, but he has been a soldier for many years before, and the army has a lot of habits, so It just looks fierce."

"Really, that's it..." Chen Jiaju laughed a few times. He was a soldier, so he was even more afraid.

At [-]:[-], the bell for morning self-study rang on time.

Because of the symposium, the classroom couldn't calm down for a long time, and there was a lot of noise.

Zhao Xingyu was about to say hello, but a person walked into the back door of the classroom, with a schoolbag on his shoulder. Because he was too tall, he always bent down subconsciously when entering the door. He only wore a jacket in three school uniforms, and he looked rebellious. He has a silver eyebrow stud on his right eyebrow, and his forehead hair is scattered in a mess. He is a bad student in the eyes of a typical teacher, a so-called "bad boy".

"It's so noisy." The unscrupulous boy threw his schoolbag on the table, and the heavy collision sound made the whole class press the pause button, and everyone sat back in their original positions, listening to the arrangement of the class representative and started to recite the books by themselves.

Chao Xingyu was sitting at his front table. Their row of seats was near the window, and the closest seat to the bad guy was only the front table. Since no one dared to approach him, Chao Xingyu raised his hand to fill the vacant seat. I can't persuade you.

What is there to be afraid of?In the final analysis, he is a boy of seventeen or eighteen years old, no matter how aggressive he is, in the eyes of Zhao Xingyu, who was raised by Mr. Fu, it is just a bluff.

Jiang He has been lying on his seat to catch up on sleep since he entered the classroom, and slept for four consecutive classes in the dark, until the cicadas outside the window were louder and annoying, so he reluctantly woke up.Since it was a recess, the surrounding people were also noisy, and the air conditioner in the classroom was not turned on at all, and Jiang He felt dizzy due to the heat.

"What the hell?" Jiang He leaned back in his chair, a bottle of herbal tea was added to his table for no reason, three "Jiaduobao" in bold yellow fonts, iced, the corner of the table was covered with water vapor, " Who put it on my table?"

The classroom that was still boiling just now immediately quieted down, Jiang He felt irritable and was about to explode——

"It's me." Chao Xingyu in the front seat turned around, holding a pen between his white fingers, his voice was clearer than the wind chimes hanging in the corner of the summer, "I see you are always in a bad mood, maybe it's because you are in a bad mood. It’s on fire, drink some herbal tea just to reduce the fire.”

If it weren't for Chao Xingyu's sincere eyes and serious expression, Jiang He almost thought he was playing with him.

Usually Jiang He has a tough and sharp attitude towards other people's meddling, no matter what, he will say "fuck your shit", but facing the clean guy in the front seat, he looks soft and easy to bully As a young man, Jiang He opened his mouth for a long time, and replied "Oh" with discomfort all over his body.

Zhao Xingyu smiled at him, and turned around with an expression of impoliteness.

"Tsk, idiot, I..." violently unsealed the bottle of herbal tea as if venting anger.

Several people gathered around the young man at the front table, with fear and worry on their faces, as if Jiang He would fight him.

Jiang He sneered, leaning on the bench one after the other, his playful eyes flicked back and forth across the crowd, and after the bell rang for class, his eyes fell back on the boy at the front desk.

What's his name?Jiang He searched for the scattered information in his mind, they called him "Xiao Yu", rain, rain, rain... rain?What's your last name?

"Chaoyang's morning." In memory, a few weeks ago, on the first day Jiang He transferred, the only teenager who was willing to walk to his side said so.

"It's cool." As if to show friendliness, the teenager pointed to his eyebrows, "Your eyebrow nails."

At that time, Jiang He didn't answer, he just thought about it, who knows which family raised the innocent and well-behaved young master, who didn't have any dirt in his eyes, and smiled so much at a "bad student" like him that everyone avoids? Here comes a kitten pattern.

Really...

The author has something to say: Mr. Fu: I raised it, is there anything wrong?

感谢在2021-09-1122：39：16～2021-09-1322：10：17期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦～

Thanks to the little angel who threw mines: 30533790, 1 per group;

Thanks to the little angels who irrigate the nutrient solution: 120 bottles per group;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!