The substitute always wants to be Bai Yueguang

Lu Yingchuan was not in a bright mood here, he came to Jiang Yang purely because he saw that Shu Yuan was living so comfortably, and wanted to find something for him to do.

Now that I think about it, Shu Yuan didn't find out the matter, but I feel that my behavior is like wanting to see Shu Yuan jealous?

From the time Shu Yuan smashed the diary and found out that he was a substitute until now, he has always been obedient, as if whether or not the substitute has little effect on him.

Lu Yingchuan looked at the bills that had just been generated today on the table. After being wronged, this man could still go shopping calmly. He was so heartbroken.

The man who was flamboyant and ostentatious was automatically pictured in his mind, and Lu Yingchuan suddenly thought that Shu Yuan's words were all about money, and he looked like he had nothing but money in his eyes, and the pen in his hand broke instantly.

A crack appeared on his calm face and he raised his hand and rubbed between his brows with a "tsk".

This state is not right, Shu Yuan should not be the source of his mood.

I stayed in the company for a day with an irritable mood, and when I was about to get off work, I called Lu Yingchuan to my assistant and said:

"Mr. Lu, just now the principal of Yanbei Hope Primary School called to invite you to cut the ribbon for the completion of the new teaching building."

Lu Yingchuan paused slightly:

"Understood, cancel tomorrow morning's schedule."

Yanbei Hope Primary School is a public welfare primary school donated by Lu Yingchuan in the name of Lin Yanbei. More than [-] schools have been opened across the country to pray for Lin Yanbei.

On the way back, Lu Yingchuan's bad mood fell to the bottom.

As soon as he stepped into the yard, he saw Shu Yuan wearing a pair of black plastic bucket shoes, digging with a sticky shovel in his hand.

Lu Yingchuan looked at the destroyed grass, and the veins on his forehead twitched a few times. What kind of monster is this!

"What is he doing?" Lu Yingchuan asked Butler Li who was standing beside him.

"Build a fish pond." Uncle Li was a little helpless, he had never seen anyone who could do more than Shu Yuan.

Lu Yingchuan looked at the washbasin-sized hole that Shu Yuan had just dug out, and almost thought he was hallucinating.

Seeing Lu Yingchuan's expression, Steward Li hesitated and said:

"Do you want me to stop Master Shu?"

Lu Yingchuan wanted to nod, but he thought of Shu Yuan's overturned fish fry and his red and swollen cheeks, so he turned and went back to the house.

Steward Li breathed a sigh of relief, glanced at Shu Yuan who was still struggling to dig a hole, and followed Lu Yingchuan into the house.

Lu Yingchuan went straight to the study, sat on a chair and looked into the yard. Shu Yuan had already sat down in the mud, and the shovel in his hand was thrown by his side.

His hair was pinned up with a black wavy headband because he thought it was getting in the way, revealing a smooth forehead.

Lu Yingchuan raised his eyes slightly, and saw the messy short hair on the back of his head, like a hedgehog. Just as the corners of his mouth raised, he was interrupted by a knock on the door.

Jiang Yang holds tea:

"Is Mr. Lu here?"

......

Shu Yuan frowned and looked at his blistering and stinging fingers, curled his lips, Lu Yingchuan really pampered him in the past five years.

He let out a long sigh, grabbed the shovel and prepared to dig again, when he looked up by accident and saw Lu Yingchuan's study.

He was stunned at just one glance, and Jiang Yang entered Lu Yingchuan's study.

His chest throbbed without warning, and Lu Yingchuan never let him into the study in the past five years, and he would talk about everything directly on the bed or in the living room.

He didn't think it was a problem before, after all, it was normal for Lu Yingchuan not to let him go in a place full of materials like the study.

But now Shu Yuan raised his head and looked at the two people who were talking through the large floor-to-ceiling windows, and suddenly his nose felt a little sour.

It turns out that there is not only a difference between a substitute and a real master, but also a difference between a substitute and a substitute.

Soon Shu Yuan suppressed his sourness, feeling that there was something wrong with Lu Yingchuan, he was not wary of Jiang Yang, who was a college student, but wary of Jiang Yang, who didn't get a junior high school diploma, because he was afraid that he would steal his wipes Are you going to the toilet?

After making complaints from the bottom of his heart, Shu Yuan withdrew his gloomy eyes, and continued digging angrily.

In the study, Lu Yingchuan's slender fingers caressed along the mouth of the cup, and his eyes moved from the teacup to Jiang Yang:

"Shu Yuan said you were a substitute he found for himself?"