After crossing, I became the sweet pastry of the wealthy

Song Jin'an was stunned, and the movements of his hands also stopped, not knowing how to react for a moment.

How do you say kneeling is kneeling?Aren't modern people disliked this set?

Grandpa Du smiled and said, "It's okay for An An to bring an apprentice, just pass on your skills and pass them on to thousands of generations."

Song Jin'an was in a dilemma at this time, Grandpa Du smiled lightly and watched, while Ning Feiran was still kneeling there straight, holding a teacup.

"Alas." Song Jin'an sighed, and got up helplessly to help Ning Feiran up.Everyone knelt down, and the teacher's tea was served, what else could he say?It would be a disrespect to refuse.

"Forget it, then you can learn from me. I will give you all I have learned all my life, but I also hope that you can really study hard. If you neglect or neglect your studies, I will not be polite. The first time Please leave."

"Yes! Teacher!" Ning Feiran raised the teacup and dragged it in front of Song Jin'an.

Song Jin'an took it with a smile and drank it all in one gulp.

"Okay, although this apprenticeship is a bit crude, I am also a witness anyway, so please invite Master Song to treat us to a meal?" Grandpa Du consciously poured a cup of tea.

"Yes." Song Jin'an nodded with a smile, and said to Ning Feiran: "After dinner, you come home with me, and I will show you the door, and I will give you an entrance ceremony by the way."

"Good teacher! I'll listen to you!" Ning Feiran nodded obediently, looking at Song Jin'an brightly.

Just like a little fanboy.

So after dinner, Song Jin'an returned home with his freshly baked apprentice, just in time to run into Fu Chengwang who was going home to pick up the documents.

Fu Chengwang: He called out baby, and then looked behind Song Jin'an, the boy who looked underage.

In Mr. Fu's mind, apart from the secretaries and old men he was familiar with, everyone else was an enemy, especially someone who appeared suddenly like this!

He looked suspiciously at Ning Feiran who was looking around excitedly, and Song Jin'an introduced them to each other.

"Fei Ran, this is my lover, please show your hope."

"Brother, this is my new apprentice today."

Ning Feiran:? ?The teacher doesn't look much older than him!Why did you marry so young!

Fu Chengwang:? ?What the hell?Why did you take an apprentice even after you went out?Is today the plot of the ancient Xianxia drama?

Hmm... As for why you want to talk about the plot?Because recently Song Jin'an has become obsessed with reading all kinds of novels, and after reading them, he likes to play a role from time to time. He is very worried, and often plays around with Mr. Fu.

Seeing that both of them looked blank, Song Jin'an smiled helplessly, and then patiently explained clearly to them.

"Ah...then I'll call Teacher's lover, Master's Wife!" Ning Feiran thought for a while and came to a conclusion.

The corner of Fu Chengwang's mouth twitched, this title...was it a mistake! ?He has already started to wonder if he should take this apprentice and let Ning Feiran call Mrs. Song Jin'an!

Song Jin'an snickered and said, "Husband, go to work and come back early in the evening."

Fu Chengwang left in a daze, leaving Song Jinan and Ning Feiran behind, and went to Song Jinan's study.

Song Jin'an opened his cabinet, and took out a small folding fan, which he made by himself, and the calligraphy and paintings on it were also painted by himself, and now it is given to Ning Feiran as a teacher's gift.

"This is the gift the teacher gave you. You must keep it well and study hard in the future."

Ning Feiran solemnly said: "Teacher, please rest assured! Feiran will definitely live up to your expectations!"

When Mr. Fu returned home at night, he made a special effort to check to see if the cheap apprentice was still there.

After confirming that the person had left, he took off his overbearing shell and fell on Song Jin'an.

Song Jin'an was reading a book, his leg hurt from being pressed by him, and he moved. Seeing Fu Chengwang's tired face, he put down his phone and said distressedly, "Are you busy today? You look so tired."

"Hmm... to start a new project, I'm going to be in charge, so I'm quite busy." Fu Chengwang kissed Song Jin'an's palm: "What are you doing at home this afternoon?"

"It's nothing, just read calligraphy and painting." Song Jin'an thought of the garbage bag he secretly threw away.It was full of failed dishes.

The weather showed no signs of warming up, but was colder than during the Spring Festival. Song Jin'an went to bed after washing up.

Fu Chengwang dried his hair, hugged Song Jin'an, coaxed him to sleep, and then got up lightly.

He glanced at the time, there was still an international meeting to be held, he kissed Song Jin'an on the forehead, tucked the quilt up, and Fu Chengwang went to the study.

Song Jin'an felt a little cold when he fell asleep, and habitually squeezed to the side, trying to get into Fu Chengwang's arms to be warmer.

But no matter how hard I drilled, there was no familiar heat source, but it was getting colder and colder.

Song Jin'an opened his eyes, but Fu Cheng was not there.He panicked for a moment and sat up abruptly.

"Fu Chengwang?" No one answered, Song Jin'an was inexplicably sad, but soon realized that Fu Chengwang was not in the bedroom, so he was probably in the study.

He pursed his mouth, with tears in his eyes, sat on the bed aggrieved, and let out a soft "woo".

Song Jin'an staggered and was very confused. He stood up and decided to go to Fu Chengwang.