God, please be gentle with me

Han Jialin squatted under the sink, where there was a laundry basket, which he had noticed before.

"Fortunately, Nia hasn't taken it away yet." Han Jialin took out Fang Shuyao's school uniform jacket and trousers, and reached into his pockets to fumble.

"Huh? Wallet... why did you just throw the wallet here, what a young master." Han Jialin took out the wallet and put it on the sink, planning to take it out for him later.

But Han Jialin suddenly thought of whether Fang Shuyao would put that thin practice paper in his wallet, so he opened it.

The wallet is a short black one, with not much cash in it, but there are fifteen thousand, and then there is a row of ornate, about ten silver//line// cards.

Han Jialin also used a wallet, but it was stuffed with membership cards from comic shops and game stores. Later, the wallet was lost and never used again.

"Wow, black card~." Han Jialin knew the black card because he saw related news on his mobile phone.However, this was the first time he had seen a real card with his own eyes, and he didn't dare to take it out casually. He just looked at it. The color was so calm and it had a metallic texture. It really was a low-key luxury.

Han Jialin was thinking about the words in that report.

"Hey, don't be distracted!" Han Jialin forced himself to stop coveting the card, and after seeing that there was no agreement in the interlayer, he closed his wallet and rummaged through the pockets of his trousers... there was nothing.

Did he take it out and put it away while I was asleep?

"It's possible." Han Jialin asked and answered, took his wallet and went to the bedroom, put the wallet on the folding table, and then looked around, "The range is too wide..."

If you keep looking like this, you won’t be able to find it even after dawn.

Han Jialin checked the time on his phone, it was already ten past four in the morning.

"Look in the cloakroom first?" Han Jialin thought, the cloakroom is perfect for hiding things, maybe Fang Shuyao put the paper there.

Just as Han Jialin walked towards the cloakroom, he suddenly thought, "This guy looks low-key, but he's actually very arrogant. Maybe he just put it in the desk without a lock."

So, Han Jialin turned around and went straight to the antique desk, on which were his pencil case, correction fluid and other things.

Using the light from his mobile phone, Han Jialin first opened the first drawer on the right. There were pens and notebooks in it. He flipped through them one by one. For some reason, Han Jialin felt more and more guilty of being a thief.

"People don't kill for themselves. At this time, you can't lose the chance of self-salvation because of your sense of morality!" Han Jialin encouraged himself, or he might be disappointed as he searched for it. This is like looking for a needle in a haystack.

In the second drawer are some rolled up certificates and some participation certificates. Looking at the time, they are all from the second half of the third year of high school, from the Olympiad math league, English recitation to track and field sprint, and all of them are first prizes.

"First class, first class, first class...You win..." Han Jialin couldn't help but click his tongue, "This is too good."

He is so good that he doesn't even have the energy to envy him. He just thinks that he is working hard. Behind being good is continuous dedication.

Han Jialin silently put the things back in place, and then opened the third drawer: "Eh?"

A practice paper folded in half was placed in the drawer without any cover.

Han Jialin took it out in disbelief. Although he chose to look for it at the desk, he didn't expect Fang Shuyao to be so arrogant that he put such a crucial thing in a drawer without encryption.

No, it should be said that the most dangerous place is the safest place. Han Jialin felt that he had been using this desk all the time, so Fang Shuyao thought it would be better to put it here.

"Hmph~" Han Jialin couldn't help laughing, it really didn't take much effort to find nowhere!

The next step, of course, is to tear it off!This kind of thing can't be allowed to survive in the world, but the hand stops as soon as it is hard, and tearing it up rashly will not arouse Fang Shuyao's animal desire instead?can you?

Han Jialin put down the paper again, a thin sheet of paper weighed as much as a thousand catties, and it was firmly pressed against his heart.

"Oh, it's not to tear it up, it's not to tear it up!" Han Jialin really wanted to kick Fang Shuyao twice, but he slept soundly.

"Huh?" Out of the corner of his eye, he suddenly caught a glimpse of a light in the drawer. It wasn't very bright, but because the moonlight happened to shine through the window, it was so bright.

Han Jialin reached into the drawer and took it out.

"Wow! So beautiful." It is an oval jewelry box, which should be an antique. The sterling silver frame is a bit old, but it still does not affect its luster. The most important thing is that the whole box is made of amethyst. It is so beautiful.

"There must be very precious jewelry inside." The box is so beautiful, Han Jialin sighed very much, if my sister saw it, she would definitely scream "so beautiful"!

Holding the heavy crystal jewelry box with both hands, Han Jialin carefully stuffed it back into the drawer. At this moment, the phone in Fang Shuyao's hand suddenly flickered.

It might be something like a text message. All in all, the flash of light really scared Han Jialin. With a trembling of his hand, there was a bang, and the box fell into the drawer, with the lid half opened.

Han Jialin's whole body stiffened immediately, worried about the contents of the box, and worried that Fang Shuyao would be awakened by the sound. He held his breath for a full minute before he dared to reach for the jewelry box.

"Oh my God! Don't break it." Han Jialin picked up the jewelry box, and when he looked down at the drawer, there were two lollipops inside.

"Ah?" Han Jialin looked into the jewelry box, it was empty, only a layer of black velvet cushion, and then looked in the drawer, there were two sticks

sugar.

"What are you doing, is it a candy box? It's exquisite, isn't it? This candy... Wait, it seems that I gave it to him." Han Jialin put the jewelry box aside, and carefully studied the two lollipops. That's right... ...orange flavored.

The packaging of the candy wrappers was still a little warped, because Han Jialin fiddled with them back and forth when he stuffed them in his pocket, so the candy wrappers were a little warped.

After that, it was directly given to Fang Shuyao as a visiting gift.

Fang Shuyao is serious about keeping these two lollipops worth two yuan in such a high-end jewelry box like treasures and stuffing them in the drawer...so serious about his feelings.

After realizing this, Han Jialin's heart beat fast, and an indescribable feeling permeated his chest, as if... the answer that he had been ignoring all along was about to emerge...

"No!" Han Jialin shook his head vigorously, stuffed the lollipop and the agreement back into the distance, then he ran back to the bed and fell asleep with his head down.

However, his heart was not very quiet all the time, and there was a sense of impatience flooding. He finally couldn't help getting up, ran to the cloakroom, found something that should be a blanket, and gently covered Fang Shuyao. And the lit phone was taken down and put aside.

After doing all this, Han Jialin returned to the bed, and suddenly found that the feeling of anxiety was gone.

"Very good." Thinking of this, Han Jialin wrapped himself in the quilt and fell asleep not long after.

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"Morning." Fang Shuyao opened the dining chair and sat down.

"It's getting late, it's already six o'clock." Han Jialin got up 10 minutes earlier than Fang Shuyao, so he sat down at the dining table first.

Nia put the hearty breakfast on the table one by one.There are six white bone china plates of different sizes placed in front of Han Jialin.

Seeing that Han Jialin blinked, put two steamed buns on one plate, one deep-fried dough stick on another plate, one croissant bun, one sausage bun, and one meat floss bun on each plate, and the last plate was a piece of glutinous rice cake with Garnished with a big red date.

Beside the six plates, there is also a condiment rack with a circle of four small round bottles. Han Jialin took a rough look, and it seemed to be sugar, honey, salt, etc.

In front of the seasoning rack is a large cup of steaming soy milk.

"Didn't you say you wanted to eat these last night? You were still in a daze, eat quickly." Looking at Han Jialin's stunned look, Fang Shuyao smiled.

"Did Nia buy these?" Han Jialin would ask, because there are villas nearby, and there is no breakfast shop, and to gather buns, bread, and soy milk, you have to go to several places.

Han Jialin suddenly regretted that he spoke too much yesterday, which must have caused Nia a lot of trouble.

"No, I asked the Chinese pastry chef to make it now." Fang Shuyao said, "Although Niya can also make some crystal cakes and other dim sum, she is still good at Western food."

"You didn't invite a pastry chef here on purpose, did you?" Han Jialin was joking, but Fang Shuyao nodded without thinking.

"Well, I hired urgently last night."

"What?" Han Jialin said in amazement, "This, this, how much will it cost you to live in your house?"

"Han Jialin, this has nothing to do with money, it's what I want to do." Fang Shuyao smiled slightly, "As long as you live happily, I will be happy."

"I'm not here to make you, young master, happy." Han Jialin complained, but he felt shy in his heart. Damn Fang Shuyao, will he die if he doesn't show his attention for a while?

Han Jialin looked at the breakfast in front of him, no matter what, food should not be wasted.

When he was a child, he was beaten by his mother for grabbing cakes with his sister, and the cake fell to the ground. He was also made to recite the hoeing day noon no less than [-] times. He is always very serious.

However, Han Jialin felt that there were too many plates, which made it inconvenient to eat, so he piled up fried dough sticks, steamed buns, bread and rice cakes separately, just like eating a buffet.

When Nia served it before, the plate was very beautiful, and there were cream flowers on the side of each meal.

Although Han Jialin put all the food into two large discs, he wanted to make them look better, so he fiddled with them a few times.

After he finished posing, it was okay not to look at it, but his face turned red when he saw it.

There is a thick and long fritter between the two buns, and there is a cream flower on the top of the fritter... Isn't this, isn't that dick?

"Pfft." Fang Shuyao laughed, but quickly restrained himself, pretending to be eating his own breakfast - a green vegetable cheese custard toast and a cup of black coffee.

"Want coffee?" Nia came over and asked Han Jialin.

Han Jialin quickly grabbed the fritters and buns and stuffed them into his mouth, as if he hadn't had breakfast for ten years.

"Slow down, don't choke." Fang Shuyao said.

"Uh...uh!" Han Jialin puffed his cheeks like a goldfish, and seemed to be saying something.

"What is he talking about, young master?" Niya asked Fang Shuyao.

"He said, no coffee, thank you." Fang Shuyao translated. .

"Oh." Nia nodded with a smile and walked away.

Han Jialin managed to swallow his mouthful of deep-fried dough sticks and steamed buns, and then drank a big mouthful of soy milk.

"You eat too fast, you'll choke easily," Fang Shuyao said.

"I want to go out early, and you should eat fast too."

"Why are you in such a hurry?" Fang Shuyao asked, "Don't you usually go to school on time?"

"There is no direct bus to school, I have to take your car to school."

"So?" Fang Shuyao gracefully cut the toast with a knife and fork.

"So you have to go early to avoid being seen by others." Han Jialin didn't want to have any scandals and gossip with Fang Shuyao, and he didn't want to be torn apart by his fans.

"Even if you get out of my car and we go to school together, it doesn't mean we have anything. You don't have to mind other people's eyes," Fang Shuyao smiled. Teachers and students all know that we have a good friendship, but you are so secretive, but it seems that you have ghosts in your heart."

"You have a ghost in your heart!" Han Jialin disposed of another steamed stuffed bun and a croissant at this moment, "Anyway, eat faster, we'll go to school early."

"I can't eat fast." Fang Shuyao put down the silver knife and fork in his hand, and smiled slightly, "Why don't you feed me?"