Young master, he is not hated by everyone

After the New Year, the weather warms up.

Song Ning's studies are getting more and more heavy, and the teachers in the sprint class seem to be desperate, wishing to stuff all the knowledge into the students' minds.

When spring is coming, it is obviously the time when all things are recovering, but after the sun comes out, people are lazy.

Chu Qing was lying on the desk, feeling weak, "I'm going to die..."

Song Ning glanced at him, rubbed the center of his brows, and continued to draw a pen to do the questions.

"Song Ning, you are too hardworking. You write in class and write after class. Give us scumbags a way to survive." Chu Qing looked at him sideways.

Song Ning didn't even move his eyelids from the test paper in front of him, and said, "I haven't seen Wang Shuo for three days. If I don't write now, I don't have much time to play at night."

When Song Ning said this, he couldn't help frowning.

He didn't want to do this either, but after Wang Shuo came back at the beginning of the new year and finished the last construction site, he started making light bags himself.

He is meticulous in his work and knows how to deal with people. In recent years, many people have bought houses. Although real estate has gradually eased and he has not made money in previous years, flexible packaging and interior decoration have a bright future.

Wang Shuo also took a fancy to this point. With the money he had saved and the money given by Li Qingmei, he found a few honest people who worked together, and started to pick up the construction site by himself.

The first construction site was not big, and it was completed in less than a month, earning tens of thousands of yuan.

Song Ning was happier than his client.

But Wang Shuo is now busy with a larger scale than before, and almost all his money has been invested in it, so he can't do it if he doesn't care.

Song Ning also understood, but she was upset that she couldn't see her boyfriend.

After all, Wang Shuo was not busy tonight and would come to pick him up from get out of class. The two of them agreed yesterday that they would go out to eat coconut chicken tonight and go home together after dinner.

Both of them were too busy, this wasn't even a serious date, but Song Ning was content.

"Wang Shuo is working alone now, isn't he as tired as before?" Chu Qing asked.

Song Ning stopped writing and shook his head, "He also played in person, saying that it's more reassuring and can save a labor fee."

"He is too hardworking, but now this business is very profitable."

Song Ning didn't understand these things very well, he didn't care if he earned more or less. From the beginning when he was with Wang Shuo, he only valued this person.

As for the rest...

Song Ning didn't think too much about it.

Chu Qing lay lazily on the table and yawned again. Song Ning couldn't help asking: "What about your question? Don't you want to do it? Let me tell you first, I won't show it to you. The college entrance examination is coming in a few months. You have to You can learn by yourself."

"Oh." Chu Qing murmured with a bitter face, "Why are you saying the same thing as Qin Yimu? I'm still studying, and I don't have much ambition. I just need to take the second exam. Now my grades are... ...not a big problem."

Song Ning looked at him helplessly, "Didn't you say that your parents said that as long as you pass the exam, you will be able to buy a sports car and a house."

Chu Qing smiled indifferently, "Why do you still believe it? My parents won't buy it for me. They've always been afraid that I'll be like a bad boy and become the rich second generation like in TV dramas. They treat me harshly in this regard. "

Chu Qing held his chin, "Anyway, I don't believe it, and I think so, anyway, they are only my son, even if they don't buy it for me now, they will definitely buy it for me in the future."

Song Ning was absolutely convinced by his idea, shook his head slightly, and planned to continue writing.

Chu Qing leaned over to make trouble, and asked him, "Qin Yimu is coming to see me tonight, why don't we go have dinner together, I haven't eaten coconut chicken for a long time."

He licked his lips, looking greedy.

Song Ning's eyes became serious after he said this. He stopped writing and looked at Chu Qing resentfully, "I haven't dated Wang Shuo for a long time."

Chu Qing: "..." He said blankly, "So, why?"

He was stunned by Song Ning's eyes.

Song Ning was cold and heartless, "Are you really going to be a light bulb?"

Chu Qing: "..." He sat upright, "No, no..."

It's terrible, Song Ning, who is like a little sheep, would say such things to himself.

After a small episode, Song Ning came back to his senses and asked doubtfully, "You and Qin Yimu have gotten too close recently, haven't you?"

Chu Qing took out a bag of cookies from the desk, opened it, ate a piece, and handed it to Song Ning.

Song Ning shook his head, expressing that he would not eat.

Chu Qing ate the biscuit, vaguely said, "Is there any? It's okay, who told you to pay more attention to sex than friends and go back to your hometown for the New Year. I can't find anyone to play with me during the New Year."

The cookies he ate were infrasound, like a hamster, and since the classroom was not allowed to eat, Chu Qing would look outside the door with a guilty conscience from time to time.

His tone was innocent: "Qin Yimu's parents are divorced and remarried. He is alone during the New Year. I think he is very pitiful, so I let him come to my house for the New Year."

Song Ning was shocked by this news, "You, you brought him home for the New Year?! Your parents, didn't they say anything?!"

"What are you talking about?!" Chu Qing asked him back, "My parents are very happy, shepherd Qin Yi is diligent, my parents like him very much, and let him come to the house to play more and help me with my homework. "

He was a little angry when he said this, holding a biscuit in his right hand and didn't want to eat it, "He's too much, I took him home for the New Year, my parents were shocked when they heard that he was studying at Z University, and asked him to help me with my homework .”

"And then?" Song Ning handed him an unopened bottle of water, really worried that Chu Qing would choke.

Chu Qing unscrewed it violently, as if it was not the bottle cap that was unscrewed, but Qin Yimu's head.

"He agreed!! And he was conscientious and he forced me to learn. My parents were so happy that they even wrapped a big red envelope for Qin Yimu when they left. The money was more than my New Year's money!!"

Song Ning asked again: "Has Qin Yimu accepted it?"

Chu Qing replied, "It was confiscated at first, but he was no match for my mother. After he was forced to accept it, he bought a gift and came to my door a few days later. He gave my mother a set of limited edition skin care products. My mother's face Everyone burst into laughter, and praised Qin Yimu the whole time."

Chu Qing sighed, "Am I their son, or is Qin Yimu their son? Song Ning, tell me."

Song Ning: "..."

He didn't want to say it, he always felt a little weird.

As far as I know, Qin Yimu's family is local, and his parents are indeed divorced, but his family's conditions are very good, and his parents are high-level intellectuals. I heard that he has been doing research in other places for a long time.

Although he doesn't come back often and has a new family, he hasn't ignored the child Qin Yimu.

Song Ning heard from Wang Shuo before that Qin Yimu went to his mother's house for the National Day holiday.

This is even true for a National Day, not to mention such an important day as the Chinese New Year, is it possible for Qin Yimu's parents to leave their son alone?

Song Ning looked at Chu Qing who was eating the biscuit, hesitated to speak, and finally remained silent without saying a word.

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Tonight, school ended ten minutes later than usual. The bald teacher wore his glasses and held the test paper with enthusiasm. After finishing the test paper, it was not enough. He also gave a ten-minute speech, hoping that the students would work harder .

Song Ning kept frowning to watch the time, anxious.

After finally freeing herself, Song Ning was the first person to grab her schoolbag and rush out.

The teachers who hadn't left the classroom were so shocked that their eyes widened, and they asked Chu Qing blankly, "Song Ning, this is..."

Chu Qing opened his eyes and said nonsense, "He feels a little uncomfortable in his stomach, he may have gone to the toilet."

"Oh oh oh." The bald teacher pushed his glasses, "Let me just say, Song Ning is the most obedient student in our class, how could he hate me."

After Song Ning went downstairs, she saw her lover whom she had not seen for a few days under the street lamp where Wang Shuo was waiting for her.

He trotted over, not even caring whether anyone would see it, so he rushed over.

Wang Shuo hugged him tightly with a smile, and asked him in a low voice, "Do you miss me?"

Song Ning nodded, "Have you been waiting for a long time? Our teacher is procrastinating."

Wang Shuo took Song Ning's schoolbag naturally, and handed the milk tea he bought in advance to Song Ning, "The clerk said the new caramel green milk, I tasted it and it was good, I didn't ask her to put too much sugar, you should like it .”

Wang Shuo not only brought milk tea to Song Ning, but also bought some small cheese cakes for Song Ning.

Song Ning went to eat with him while sipping milk tea, and the sweetness of the warm milk tea poured into his heart.

He came to pick him up from school, still carrying Song Ning's schoolbag, and even touched the fabric of the shirt Song Ning was wearing today after receiving him.

"Didn't you bring a coat? Although it's April, it's still cold when the wind blows at night."

He is like an old father, taking care of people in all aspects.

Song Ning shook his head, "It's not cold."

Wang Shuo didn't speak, looking at his hand holding the milk tea, he wanted to hold it.

They obviously haven't seen each other for a few days, but Song Ning felt as if a century had passed during the meal.

He was happy and had a stronger appetite than usual.

Wang Shuo sat opposite him, serving him vegetables and soup, but he didn't eat much.

"Why don't you eat?" Song Ning raised his head and asked him.

Song Ning had been immersed in the joy of meeting just now, but Song Ning didn't notice the tiredness on Wang Shuo's face.

He frowned, put down his chopsticks and asked, "What's wrong with you?"

Wang Shuo shook his head, "It's nothing, I haven't slept well recently."

The construction site was too busy, and he had no time to spare, so he squeezed out the little time he had for dating Song Ning today.

Seeing the tiredness in his eyes, Song Ning couldn't help but said, "I won't eat, let's go home and rest."

"I'm fine, you eat yours."

Song Ning: "I've eaten much better, I'm already full."

He was telling the truth, but he was afraid that Wang Shuo would not believe it, so he made excuses, "I still need to write a composition in Chinese."

"You really don't want to eat?" Wang Shuo asked again and again.

Finally he got up to pay the bill, and when he got home, Wang Shuo claimed to terminate the contract time and abducted him to the bathroom to take a shower together.

The last time we were intimate was more than half a month ago.

Wang Shuo hugged him from behind, Song Ning's Adam's apple slid up and down, and said in a murmur, "Shouldn't you do it? You're so tired."

"I am not tired."

Song Ning was still struggling, "I have to go to school tomorrow."

"Ah."

"I still haven't written a composition..."

Wang Shuo clasped his wrist and said in a breathy voice, "I'll help you write."