Spontaneous Combustion

Tong Jing didn't know that Ruan Wei had arrived until he received the login message sent by the smart door lock to the APP.

After finding out that he ran away from home and came here to borrow, Tong Jing placed an order online and bought a lot of daily necessities and fruit snacks for delivery.

In the evening, after making a meal and feeding the little ancestor, making the bed and folding the quilt, and serving him properly, Tong Jing didn't stay long and went back to his girlfriend's house.

Ruan Wei took a shower familiarly, walked out wrapped in a bath towel, put the clothes in the closet of the guest bedroom, changed the pillowcase, and then sat back on the bed in a daze.

The phone that had been turned off for a long time was quietly lying on the bedside table. Ruan Wei glanced at it for a few times, and finally couldn't resist pressing the power button.

Ding ding dong dong rang, except for his father's fatal serial calls, the others were all from the company. There were five or six missed calls, and the messages immediately exploded.

Ruan Wei slapped his forehead fiercely, his eyes went dark.

He actually completely forgot about breaking the stereo!

It's all due to Shen Tingmo's evil, when he meets him, he can't even remember the business.

Ruan Wei hurriedly called back the company leader, explained the reason, took the initiative to take responsibility, and asked about the relevant information sent back by his colleagues.

The damage-fixing colleague sent a voice saying: "That stereo is extremely expensive, probably because the inner structure is too fine, and it made noise when it fell. You are in big trouble, Brother Ruan."

People who can afford a stereo at this price will naturally not be able to tolerate such flaws, and Ruan Wei can understand this reason.

"Can it be repaired? I will be responsible for the shipping and maintenance costs, and help him return to the factory for repairs," Ruan Wei turned to his immediate superior, the boss of the insured transportation department.

"Xiao Ruan, the original factory of the stereo is in France, and there is no maintenance channel in China. It takes several months to go back and forth. Do you think customers will be willing to wait?"

The boss said earnestly: "Furthermore, this order has been paid for insured. If the damage is caused by transportation errors, the customer has the right to reject it directly and demand full compensation from the company. The contract has been signed in black and white."

After a round of communication, the result was not what Ruan Wei expected.

Weitong Group is a large-scale formal logistics company. It is reasonable to say that the employees of the company have purchased insurance to deal with such unexpected situations. The insurance company can pay part or even all of the amount.

The bad thing is that Ruan Wei was stuffed in temporarily by his father, and the airborne was very hasty, so the procedures were naturally not so formal, and even the insurance was blank.

Ruan Wei's boss didn't know his exact identity either, and only thought he was a distant relative. After all, Ruan Wei's pretty face couldn't be compared with Ruan Chengfeng's serious facial features. .

After working for two hours, Ruan Wei finally decided that the 16 yuan had to be paid out of her own pocket.

Ruan Wei, who was cut off by the old man, took out his wallet, and all five golden secondary cards were frozen.

The balance of the online coin purse: five yuan and sixty-eight cents, which he has spent eating lunch outside for the past few months.

There is still a surplus on the salary card, not much, four digits, far from 16.

It's all his fault that he lived too comfortably in the past, and didn't transfer hundreds of thousands to the online account in advance to plan his own small treasury in advance.

Regret, I regret it very much, regret not at the beginning.

Ruan Wei messed with her freshly dried hair, screamed angrily, and rolled on the bed.

It's impossible in this life to go home and find his father to subdue him.

Borrowing money from cronies and friends, most of them are from the same family, and the rumors spread to his father's ears that they lost face to the Ruan family.

Tong Jing and his girlfriend are planning to get married recently. The wedding room, wedding banquet and honeymoon are all expensive expenses. Tong Jing is not from the rich second generation, so he can't say that.

When the desperate Ruan Wei rolled to the eighth lap, she finally remembered that she still had a benefactor father.

He clicked on WeChat with a sad face, and under the colleagues in the company were his new friends who were added today, and they scanned the QR code.

Lanwawa's picture of the starry sky is used as the avatar, and the single name is the word "Ting".

"Tch..." Ruan Wei snorted, not used to this kind of aloof personal information, who is pretending to be cool.

Click to open the dialog box, except for the one that was prompted at noon today: You have added the other party as a friend, and the page is clean.

Ruan Wei thought about it a few times, and secretly poked to open the other party's circle of friends.

Friends only show the circle of friends of the last six months, just one photo.

Ruan Wei entered in bewilderment, holding a piece of white ice cream in a slender and bony hand, which looked fluffy and soft, with the words: Jing Nian.

"How old are you, and you still play this kind of youth pain?"

Ruan Wei couldn't help complaining. Looking again, the posting time of this circle of friends was this afternoon.

Post a circle of friends in half a year, the content is only ice cream?

Ruan Wei shivered and got goosebumps all over his body, feeling that this former senior was getting more and more unpredictable and a little perverted.

This trembling accidentally touched the thumb holding the phone, and the white and round fingertips pressed to the little red heart on the lower right, leaving a like.

Ruan Wei was so startled that he almost threw the phone away, and hurriedly moved it back.

I don't know if it was a coincidence, but 1 minute later, the other party sent a message.

Ting: Shen Tingmo, Huicun, Finance Department of Guangli Bank.

I save your grandma's leg!Ruan Wei rolled his eyes and typed.

Er Yuanyuan: Director Shen, when can I get the money?

It took 2 minutes for the other party to reply, still in an official tone.

Ting: Come to my office next Monday to sign the authorization letter, which will be issued to your card on the tenth of every month.

Ruan Wei was still worried about the 16 yuan, thought about it, and typed a long list of words.

Ear Yuanyuan: You said before that you can receive at least [-] yuan per month. Can I advance the pocket money for four months in advance? You are the leader, so you should have this authority.

It kept showing "typing" over there, and Ruan Wei got impatient, so he cut out and used the company's office software to write an accident description and hand it in before receiving a reply.

Ting: Are you short of money?

Er Yuanyuan: That’s right, I’m so poor that I can’t get rid of it.

court:……

Ear Yuanyuan: Okay?

Court: No, I have no right to change the system quota scheme.

Er Yuanyuan: Can your bank provide loans?I seem to have a few cars to my name.

Another long time passed.

Court: Loans are not for you.

Ruan Wei stared at the line, feeling a little angry for no reason.

The three words "not suitable" seem to have appeared in a scene that made Ruan Wei unhappy.

Every university is a small society.

If everyone wants to put social labels on them, then Ruan Wei is the little golden boy that everyone loves, and Shen Tingmo is the high-altitude flower that strangers should not get close to.

Ruan Wei quickly got along with the students around during the military training month after school started. Not only the art management major, but also the freshmen and seniors of the School of Humanities knew that there was a little golden boy in the second class of art management.

What is a golden boy?The jade-faced little boy under the seat of the God of Wealth not only describes Ruan Wei as rich, but also means his exquisite and noble appearance.

The military training was boring and hard. The little golden boy would call friends to buy cold drinks every day. A phalanx of forty people went to the commissary bustlingly, almost emptying the refrigerators in the commissary.

After the students had finished collecting, Ruan Wei settled all the bills with a wave of his hand, like this every day.

This matter spread in the school forums, and gradually some senior girls with facial features came here admiringly, peeking at the freshmen's military training, and some bold ones went to strike up a conversation with Ruan Wei, jokingly asking him to buy ice cream.

Ruan Wei never refused to come and go, she rolled her eyes and smiled, with dimples on her lips: "Sister, you can take whatever you want, just tell me your name."

It has nothing to do with showing off wealth, it's just a kind of straightforward generosity.

When young, generosity and talent are tools for making friends.

Ruan Wei has become a hot newcomer in the courtyard thanks to the turnover from the school's canteen, and someone will greet him every three or five steps in the school.

What Ruan Wei didn't know was that the painting style of the seniors on the forum was completely different from that in reality.

[Brother, we just want to eat you, can we take whatever we want? 】

[Brother Ice Cream is milky and cool, ah ah ah I really want to keep it for myself]

【Brother Ice Cream belongs to everyone, sisters, please respect yourself】

[I don’t know who is so lucky to have a little golden boy. I’ve inquired about it, but my younger brother is still single.]

【Gao Fu Shuai is not what I can imagine, let's go away】

[What is tall, rich and handsome, my younger brother is Bai Futian, who is white, rich and sweet]

During the military training month, several high-rise buildings were erected on the school forum, and most of the titles were Ice Cream Brother, Art Management Little Golden Boy, and they were all in the limelight for a while.

In addition to building discussions, the seniors of the photography department spontaneously organized a military training shoot for freshmen, and the photo posts related to Ruan Wei received a lot of clicks.

When Shen Tingmo heard his roommates discussing this matter, he stopped for a moment abnormally and glanced at his roommate's laptop screen.

In the photo, the person wearing a camouflage uniform looks and is similar to a teenager, the sun seems to gather around him, his cheeks are white and waxy like ice cream, his red lips are open to shout something, and his glazed eyes are looking straight at him. Instructors ahead.

That afternoon, Shen Tingmo went to buy an ice cream, vanilla milk flavor.

It looks alike.

Half Candy Tea

Mr. Shen: When can I have "ice cream"?