Spontaneous Combustion

Ruan Wei didn't know what was going on now.

Carrying the small baggage that he had left home, he sat in Shen Tingmo's co-driver, and the car slowly drove out of the Ruan's garage.

The two were only a short distance away, breathing entangledly in the confined space, and could even smell the faint scent of perfume on each other, everything seemed like an unreal dream.

A moment ago it was still a nightmare, but now it is like a sweet dream I had when I was young.

A few years ago, this scene might have made Ruan Wei throbbing, but now he is only calm, as stable as an old dog.

When the car drove smoothly on the road, Ruan Wei let go of the fingers holding the backpack, pursed the corners of his mouth imperceptibly, shifted his erratic eyes on the rearview mirror, and started chatting with Shen Tingmo just like he did at Ruan's house a few minutes ago .

"Hey, Director Shen..."

"Ok?"

"How much money my mother left for me, can you tell me?" Ruan Wei tried her best to look free and easy, not like a poor bastard who would cry without her mother.

Ruan Wei's question was met by Shen Tingmo's brief head tilt, and his eyes were divided as soon as he touched him, his expression was appropriate, and his eyes were also very decent.

"The overall amount is not something you need to understand. The entrusting party's request is to pay out trust funds on a monthly basis to protect your lifelong rights and interests."

Shen Tingmo paused for a moment, and then added: "Of course, my responsibility is to plan and implement a financial management plan, and try to obtain higher returns for the entrusting party, that is, to provide you with more pocket money."

"I understand. My mother was afraid that my family would be ruined and my future would be bleak, so she set up this trust, so that I would have no worries about food and drink for the rest of my life, and be a carefree and happy idiot."

Ruan Wei smiled, and scratched the tip of her pink nose without any trace, which was where Shen Tingmo's eyes stopped briefly.

"Heh..." Shen Tingmo seemed to chuckle, Ruan Wei thought it was his own illusion.

During the red light gap, Shen Tingmo turned his head again, and the corner of his mouth did have a very shallow arc:

"Don't say that about yourself. The trust is only for the management, preservation and appreciation of property, and has nothing to do with your own position."

"Then how much money can I get a month?" Ruan Wei asked.

"The detailed trust regulations are more complicated to describe. Simply put, before you get married, you can receive [-] to [-] trust funds per month. I mean the approximate amount, and the specific situation depends on the rate of return."

"Before marriage?" Ruan Wei raised his eyebrows: "Is it different after marriage?"

The car was stuck in the traffic flow, Shen Tingmo's delicate profile was reflected in the single-sided glass, and he said without any ups and downs:

"Your mother has prepared separate funds for you for marriage, entrepreneurship, education of offspring, serious illness, pension, etc. These amounts are relatively large and can only be withdrawn when appropriate."

Ruan Wei was surprised again, and blurted out without thinking: "So comprehensive, what if I die in an accident? Who will leave the money to?"

Shen Tingmo stepped on the brakes, and frowned: "Why are you still as outspoken as before?"

Shen Tingmo's tone was not kind, with the meaning of reprimand, and he also mentioned the past.

Ruan Wei felt uncomfortable in this context. This is not the dialogue that should exist between trust advisors and beneficiaries.

Ruan Wei thought that as long as he behaved normally, Shen Tingmo would be no different to other people to him, and it could even be regarded as an official relationship between a consultant and a client without any old acquaintance between them.

Ruan Wei felt panicked, inexplicable, and a little wronged as if the precarious balance between them was stepped on by the untimely dialogue.

"Sorry," Shen Tingmo seemed to realize that he was out of control, and his tone became calm again: "Where are you going?"

Ruan Wei thought for a while, and reported an address, with an angry indifference in his voice.

Shen Tingmo's jaw line was tense, he entered the navigation information with one hand, and changed direction at the next intersection.

There was no conversation between them until the car stopped at the gate of the destination community.

When Ruan Wei opened the door and was about to get out of the car, Shen Tingmo coughed lightly, and took out a business card from under the center console and handed it to him. When Ruan Wei reached out to pick it up, he found that it couldn't move.

Ruan Wei twitched vigorously again, but still remained motionless. She couldn't help looking at Shen Tingmo with doubts, looking into those eyes that were as quiet as a lake.

Shen Tingmo's pupils shrank slightly, and the reflection of the person opposite was clearly reflected in his eyes.

Ruan Wei's hair is as short as when he was in college, not much longer than Bancun. He has a round head, fair skin, and soft and innocent features. At first glance, he looks like a smart and obedient little monk.However, two bruises were shaved on the scalp from the end of the eyes extending to the back of the head, revealing his arrogant personality, and he looked really cool and cool.

No matter how aggressive his temper is, Ruan Wei looks too much like his mother, every facial feature is soft and delicate, because he just had a temper tantrum, his cheeks are pale and rosy, and a beautiful and cold neck extends down to the collar, because Love to sweat, condensing the moist light.

It coincided with the slightly childish face in Shen Tingmo's memory, and there was a touch of ripeness brought by age, which was attractive without knowing it.

Shen Tingmo frowned, his meaningful eyes moved down from Ruan Wei's face to their fingers connected by a business card, and said naturally: "I'm afraid you don't remember to contact me."

"How come, my money is still with you." Ruan Wei retorted very quickly.

Shen Tingmo was noncommittal, picked up the phone from the center console, skillfully opened the QR code of the social software, displayed it in front of Ruan Wei, and said something that didn't match his temperament: "Scan it."

Juan City is near the sea, and there are clear heat waves in early summer. With the arrival of the sea breeze, people are burned by the strong sunlight, leaving a lingering heat.

Ruan Wei felt a little dizzy just after walking into the dark room from the outside. She turned on the overhead light in the living room and turned on the air conditioner according to her memory. She didn't even have time to pour a glass of water, so she slumped on the sofa like a soft-legged shrimp.

This is the home of Fa Xiaotong Jing. In the past, the two of them used to hang out together, playing live broadcasts, watching movies, and occasionally staying here when they were late. His fingerprints were recorded in the door lock. The relationship between the two is solid. Never had to say hello before coming.

A year ago, Tong Jing had a girlfriend, and she often lived with her, so the place was idle, and only when his girlfriend was on a business trip, Tong Jing would come back to live for a few days, and called Ruan Wei to play together, and was criticized by Ruan Wei as a woman who valued sex over friends model.

Going back to a familiar and undisturbed place alone, Ruan Wei stretched his body like a snail in its shell, gradually detached from the anxiety brought about by the reunion with Shen Tingmo, and completely relaxed.

Some long feelings have been polished by time for many years. For example, the snow that has been brewing for too long has never fallen in the established winter, and it cannot and should not reappear in the inappropriate season.

Just like Ruan Wei's clumsy and reckless unrequited love, it melted into the air without being seen.

Meeting again, it can only be a stranger, Ruan Wei thinks so, and does the same.

The cell phone in his pocket has been buzzing and vibrating since just now, and Ruan Wei knew it was his father calling with a series of fatal calls even without looking at it.

The old man was dumbfounded just now, so he must have just organized his words to appease his son who is like a firecracker.

Ruan Wei was irritated by the ringtone, so she simply turned off the phone, slumped on the sofa in a daze, and her mother's appearance before she was alive appeared in her mind.

Doting smiles, angry curses, caring instructions, warm hugs...

Holding his hand and stepping into the school, baking food for him with his own hands, dressing up exquisitely and taking him to the banquet, lying weakly on the hospital bed, stroking the back of his hand.

A warm liquid slipped silently from the corners of Ruan Wei's eyes, and the fragmented scene ended abruptly, and then switched to some scenes with Shen Tingmo.

It is easy to get confused when the thoughts are infinitely extended, and the fabric sofa in Tong Jing's home is soft and comfortable, Ruan Wei closed his eyelids and fell asleep within a few minutes.

After a long absence, I slept soundly and even had a dream.

It was the summer of six years ago, the gate of the university was crowded with people, and there was a simple shed for freshman registration and distribution on the school square, and many seniors and sisters wandered around shouting.

A senior with a loud voice shouted with a loudspeaker: "Freshmen from the School of Humanities, please come here, hurry up, come and fill out the form."

Pushed forward by the crowd, Ruan Wei reached into his trouser pockets with sweaty hands and groped for a while, took out his registration card and took a look.

Majoring in art management, belonging to the School of Humanities and Arts, he exhaled hot air, dragged his suitcase and followed the sound to find the senior.

Her attention was focused on her ears, she forgot to look at her feet, and someone tripped her, Ruan Wei threw herself forward with a cry of surprise.

In desperation, she put her hands on the shoulders of the person in front of her, and Ruan Wei leaned against them, using a lot of strength to stabilize her figure.

The man frowned and turned his face sideways, Ruan Wei was stunned for a moment, as if he was being burned by the heat on his back.

Half Candy Tea

The content of the trust is purely fabricated and has no connection with reality

This kind of wealthy business'???`The proletarian author can only rely on brain supplementation