Really young master, he came to the pride gate

The Xingyin Pavilion for dinner had just been set up when Grandma Huo came.

Seeing Huo Chiyan's head was tied with a veil, her eyes turned red immediately, and she greeted him, "You bastard, how did you get hurt like this? If something happens, what will grandma do?"

She just patted lightly, and didn't dare to hit hard, for fear of hitting people badly.

Huo Chiyan glanced at Dean Wang who was following Grandma Huo, and comforted him gently, "It's not a serious injury."

Grandma Huo wiped her eyes and said angrily, "It's all hurt to the head, and she said it's not a big deal. Dean Wang, how did the doctor diagnose it?"

Dean Wang met Huo Chiyan's cold gaze, a drop of cold sweat rolled down, and he mumbled, "It's really not serious, old lady, don't worry."

Only then did Grandma Huo feel relieved, but she still glared at Huo Chiyan angrily, seeing that there was rice on the table, "Hurry up and eat, and let Uncle Chen cook some soup for you later, so you can make up for it."

After finishing speaking, he looked at Song Fanyin again, "Little Yin, come and show grandma."

Huo Chi said: "..."

Is this discriminatory treatment a bit obvious?

Song Fanyin raised the corners of his lips, very well-behaved, allowing Grandma Huo to hold him to watch.

When the two of them were eating, Grandma Huo was by her side until she confirmed that Huo Chiyan was fine, then she left the hospital with the support of Uncle Chen.

Song Fanyin sent him to the door, and when he returned to the ward, he found Huo Chiyan dealing with business with his laptop.

His eyelids drooped, he paused for two seconds, walked over, and pressed his palms on the keyboard.

"sleep."

Huo Chiyan's ink eyes raised joyfully, and the corners of his lips curled up in a good mood, "Okay."

Song Fanyin became inexplicably irritable, holding his laptop and using it by himself.

He also didn't read the confidential documents in the laptop, but opened the website and began to read biological knowledge.

When he heard the sound of steady breathing from the hospital bed, he paused when he slid his mouse finger, raised his eyelids slightly, and then looked back expressionlessly.

There are two beds in the ward, specially prepared for the convenience of care.

Song Fanyin threw the laptop aside, took a shower, and then lay down on the bed.

Huo Chiyan stayed in the hospital for three days until it was confirmed that nothing happened, and the dean personally issued the discharge procedure.

Song Fanyin drove, and the two returned to Lanyue.

Uncle Zhong and Mama Zhong are cooking, of course in Song Fanyin's room.

Hearing the movement, he quickly ran out from inside, smiling, "Young Master, Young Madam, you are back, I asked your loyal mother to cook, wash your hands and you can eat."

Song Fanyin: "..."

He drooped his eyelids unhappily, and cast his cold eyes on Huo Chiyan.

Huo Chiyan was quite good-tempered, and his tone was unspeakable, "Just have a meal, and I'll go back to live with me in a while."

Song Fanyin still felt annoyed, so he didn't answer, and walked into the room with a cold face.

But facing Uncle Zhong, his tone was still relaxed, "I'll be here in a while."

Uncle Zhong chuckled, and when Song Fanyin left, he blinked at Huo Chiyan.

The smile on Huo Chiyan's lips deepened.

After dinner, Uncle Zhong said again: "Young Madam, the young master has been sick recently, or I will stay here with you first. You know, your loyal mother and I are getting older. If something happens to the young master, we two old fellows can bear it." No."

Song Fanyin: "..."

He darkened his face.

Huo Chiyan looked at his phone intently, as if he didn't hear it.

Uncle Zhong looked at Song Fanyin eagerly, "Is it okay, young lady?"

Song Fan pressed the tip of his tongue against his bad teeth, "One week."

Uncle Zhong nodded quickly, "Okay, thank you, Young Madam. Young Master, please thank you, Young Madam."

Huo Chiyan stopped looking at his phone, as if he had just heard it, with a smile on his lips and gentle eyes.

"Thank you for drinking."

Song Fanyin only felt irritable and ignored him, and went upstairs with a cold face.

Huo Chiyan glanced at Uncle Zhong appreciatively, "You and Mama Zhong haven't been back to your hometown for a long time, I'll give you a week off."

Uncle Zhong: "..."

Faithful mother: "..."

The young master is really spiritual.

But it's a good thing to have a vacation, since I haven't seen my son for a long time anyway, Zhong Bo and Zhong Bo quickly packed their bags, got into the car that Huo Chiyan specially called for them, and went back to enjoy the family happiness.

Huo Chiyan went upstairs to Song Fanyin's room, instead of pushing the door to go in, he knocked on the door politely.

It wasn't until a cold and lazy voice came from inside that he opened the door and walked in.

Song Fanyin just took a shower, and the crystal water drops slowly ran down his hair. The belt of the bathrobe was not tightly fastened, revealing a large piece of porcelain white dazzling skin.

He squeezed the water glass, took a sip casually, raised his lazy eyes, "What else?"

Huo Chiyan forced himself to tear his eyes away from Song Fanyin's neck, his voice hoarse, "I'm asking you, which room do I live in."

Song Fanyin put down the water glass, turned and walked to the closet, "Choose it yourself."

Huo Chiyan paused, walked over suddenly, squeezed Song Fanyin's hand, and touched his head.

"My head hurts, drink, please help me."

Before Song Fanyin could react, his palm touched the slightly hard hair.

He frowned, and withdrew his hand, "Mr. Huo, do you need me to call 120 for you?"

Huo Chiyan pursed his thin lips, and suddenly put his arms around Song Fanyin's waist boldly, and buried his head in his neck.

"Yiyin, don't be angry, I already know I was wrong."

Song Fanyin was laughed out of anger, and didn't bother to make money, and said coldly, "Then get out."

Huo Chiyan paused, a sharp gleam flashed in his black eyes, and suddenly he pressed his lips to Song Fanyin's skin.

The scorching temperature spread all the way through the slightly cool skin, and a tiny pimple appeared on the back.

Song Fanyin shuddered for a while, his brows and eyes became colder, he squeezed the flesh on the back of Huo Chiyan's neck, and lifted him out.

"Huo Chiyan! If you do this again, get out of here."

Huo Chiyan's eyes narrowed slightly, and he let go of him silently, "I was wrong, don't be angry."

Song Fanyin didn't bother to answer, "Go away, I want to sleep."

Huo Chiyan had no choice but to turn around and go outside. When he reached the door, he turned around and took a look. Seeing Song Fanyin's extremely indifferent expression, he felt depressed.

It was only the next day that Song Fanyin found out about Zhongbo and Zhongma's holiday, and his brows and eyes flashed with irritability.

He ignored Huo Chiyan and drove to the competition venue.

Today's game is a rematch, and the game mode is the same as last time. The labs are used as a group to answer questions on the computer.

Because the Institute of Virology won No.1 last time, the eyes of other labs looking at Song Fanyin became complicated.

None of them thought that in the preliminary round, the Virus Academy, which had been performing poorly before, would take No.1.

Anru was particularly angry, looking at Song Fanyin and the others with cold eyes.

Isn't it No.1? What is there to be proud of? Maybe it's just good luck.

The team members with her couldn't help but worry and said: "Sister, I checked the information of this Song Fanyin, he seems to be very powerful, do you think we will lose to him this time?"

An Ru's expression turned cold immediately, "Shut up, stop arousing others' aspirations, and destroy your own prestige."

The group members shut their mouths in embarrassment.

Anru glanced at Song Fanyin's direction, and a cold light flashed in his eyes.

The two spoke in a low voice, but those who were close could hear them.

Zhang Yingying pursed her lips and smiled, "Senior, can we take the first place this time?"

Qin Chao immediately said: "That goes without saying, for sure."

Song Fanyin yawned, and the corners of his lips curled lazily, "Then No.1."

Zhang Yingying and Qin Chao laughed all of a sudden.

The exam process is the same as last time, just answer the questions on the computer, and whoever has the shortest completion rate, correct rate, and time spent will be the best.

Song Fanyin sat down in front of the computer and casually entered the account number.

Zhang Yingying and Qin Chao were sitting next to him, completely relaxed about the tension of the game, and their eyes were still shining when looking at Song Fanyin.

It's cool to have a boss lead you.

However, this relaxation only lasted for 2 minutes. After listening to Song Fanyin's words, both of them were taken aback.

"Senior, let us answer the question?"

Song Fanyin sat lazily on the chair, "Yes."

Qin Chao: "..."

He made a bitter face, "But what if I fail?"

Afterwards, he dug up the questions from the last competition and tried to sit for a while, but the correct rate was only 80.00%.

What if this time...

Song Fanyin said slowly, "I'll help you watch."

Qin Chao thought about it, and thought it was okay, and sat down in front of the computer a little nervously and excitedly.

When the competition officially started, he quickly began to answer questions.

Song Fanyin looked at the answer he chose, and slowly raised his lower lip.

Zhang Yingying was also at the side, discussing with Qin Chao.

Of course, the two of them couldn't answer the questions faster than Song Fanyin, or even Anru and the others. Slowly, their scores dropped.

Both of them couldn't help becoming nervous, and looked at Song Fanyin for help.

Song Fanyin said slowly, "Take your time, it's too late."

Only then did Zhang Yingying and Qin Chao's mood stabilize a bit.

After finally finishing the multiple-choice questions, when it was time to list the molecular formula, suddenly, the computer screen flickered, and then, with a snap, it went black.

This change came suddenly, both of them were stunned, and then their palms were sweating.

"Learn...senior."

Song Fanyin's phoenix eyes flashed, and his voice was a bit cold, "Sit aside, I'll come."

Qin Chao hastened to get out of the way.

The invigilating teacher noticed their commotion and couldn't help but ask, "What's wrong?"

Qin Chao quickly pointed to the computer, "This computer seems to be broken."

There has never been a precedent for such a thing, and the invigilator couldn't help but frowned, and walked over, "Do you want to call someone for help?"

It is indeed possible to call people, but this time, it may be gone in an hour.

And the Institute of Virology only answered one-third of the questions, and one hour was missing. Even if they were gods, they would have no way to get the first place.

An Ru lowered her head, the corners of her lips were raised, and a sharpness flashed in her eyes.

But in the next second, her expression froze abruptly.

Only a lazy, cold and weary voice sounded.

"Well, no, it's just hacked and implanted with a virus."

Anru couldn't help but clenched her fingers and looked at Song Fanyin.

The young man was lazy, but he was typing on the keyboard very fast, as if he had pressed fast forward.

Everyone: "..."

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