Dressed as a wealthy dude and spoiled

Not long after finishing the small report, Shen Xiuzhu's cell phone rang, and of course it was Song's mother calling.

Song Jingyao glanced at it, and felt that his mother would speak for him, and he would be able to eat delicious food later, so he felt very happy.

Shen Xiuzhu put the phone to his ear, nodded from time to time, "I know... Auntie, I will... don't worry... don't bother..."

Then, Shen Xiuzhu handed the mobile phone to Song Jingyao, Song Jingyao took it with his chin up, humming in his heart, asking you to give me porridge, eat, eat!Eat a fart!Even if I starve to death, die outside, and jump from here, I will never eat a little porridge!

The next second, the mother's gentle voice came from the mobile phone next to her ear, saying, "Xiao Yao, be good, listen to the doctor and eat some light porridge. When I'm done, I'll ask Xiuzhu to take you to eat delicious food."

Song Jingyao: "...???"

etc!Why? !Is it my mother?Is it someone else's fake?Besides porridge, there are other bland foods. Why do you all cling to porridge?Porridge it's innocent, okay? !

Anyway, Song's mother, who brought up Song Jingyao, knows her son best, and her words carry a lot of weight. She babbled softly and softly. His son was suffering from allergies, and his parents were on a business trip and couldn't make it back. He was the only one. The hospital was distressed to death.

Song Jingyao was a little annoyed by the nagging, and felt warm and embarrassed. It was just a small allergy, and it would be fine with an injection and some medicine, and it was not too serious.

After a while, Song's mother slowly smoothed out Song Jingyao's blown hair.

Song Jingyao said: "What a big deal, there is no need for you to come to see me, isn't there still Shen Xiuzhu with me?"

Song's mother sighed: "Yes, you have a good relationship, and I can rest assured that there is someone who takes care of each other. Speaking of it, it really troubled Xiuzhu a lot. Back then, you were able to get into University A, thanks to him urging you to study extra classes .”

Parents generation, just like to recall the past at every turn, and they can't stop talking about it.Song Jingyao was talked about too much, and his head immediately ached, and he interrupted quickly: "It's okay, mom, I know, I will finish the porridge! If there is nothing else, then that's it, I'll hang up !"

After hanging up, he breathed a sigh of relief, threw the phone back to Shen Xiuzhu, and Shen Xiuzhu handed him a spoon, and smiled and gestured for the steaming lean meat porridge that had been opened.

Song Jingyao snorted, "The report is fine!"

He completely selectively forgot that it was he who made a small report to his parents to sell miserably.

Shen Xiuzhu didn't care at all, and looked back with a smile.

In the end, the battle ended in Song Jingyao's failure, so he could only obediently lower his head and eat the porridge while being stared at by Shen Xiuzhu, who had to finish the meal and not waste it.

Song Jingyao really didn't want to eat it at first, but the porridge was boiled just right, smooth and thick, soft and salty, and Song Jingyao, who had always been disgusted with it, unconsciously took one bite after another, and quickly ate half of the bowl.

Really fragrant.

However, for a bland thing like porridge, it's okay to eat it once or twice. If you eat it consecutively, you can really fade away like a bird, and your tongue will be useless.

Song Jingyao complained silently while eating, and stared absently at Shen Xiuzhu who was on the sofa next to him.

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In order to take care of Song Jingyao, he didn't go to the company, but asked his assistant to send some documents to the hospital for him to deal with.

At this point, it is really hard for Song Jingyao to say that Shen Xiuzhu is pretending to be aggressive.

Warm and sincere concern and care, careful and patient care, always pull him back when he is out of bounds, and don't allow him to learn bad things.

To be honest, if it wasn't for Shen Xiuzhu's age, and the way he respected his mother without any thought, he really suspected that Shen Xiuzhu wanted to be his father.

Otherwise, why spend so much time on a person who fights against him all day long?

It's the same with what Song's mother said about the entrance examination for A University just now. Song Jingyao is a scumbag.It's not that his IQ is not enough, but that his self-discipline is too poor, he always focuses on other places, and doesn't study hard.Later, it was Shen Xiuzhu who came to catch him to study, no matter where he tried to hide, Shen Xiuzhu would suddenly appear in front of him like a ghost, sneak him back to the desk, stare at him to review the questions, and explain patiently to him.

In the end, Song Jingyao was able to pass the entrance examination by seven points beyond the admission threshold of University A and became a first-class college student. His parents were shocked and couldn't believe it. They held a celebration banquet for him and set off firecrackers. They were so moved that they grabbed Shen Xiuzhu's hand and burst into tears. "Xiu Zhu, it's all thanks to you! I don't even know how to thank you. If you need anything, you must come to my uncle/auntie."

Shen Xiuzhu replied decently: "I didn't do anything, it's all Jing Yao's own test results, and, I grew up with him, I should do this, take care of each other."

Song's parents grabbed his hand and shook it vigorously, and could no longer agree: "Okay! Okay! You all happen to have a companion in University A, and my son will be handed over to you. You can do whatever you want!"

Shen Xiuzhu smiled and nodded.

"...???" Song Jingyao, the protagonist of the celebration banquet, was left alone, stupefied.

Hey, no, don’t you think there’s something wrong with this?

After Song Jingyao recalled it, his thoughts slowly withdrew, and he met Shen Xiuzhu's eyes inadvertently. He sat on the sofa, slightly bent his lips, and smiled leisurely, "What are you eating?"

Song Jingyao froze for a moment, then lowered his head to find that his spoon was empty and the porridge in the bowl had already been eaten, and he was habitually scooping air into his mouth to eat.

Embarrassed.

Song Jingyao dropped the spoon, coughed, and said dryly, "This porridge tastes good."

Shen Xiuzhu smiled: "Really? That's good, you refused to eat just now."

Song Jingyao was choked and coughed again, with an extremely unnatural expression, especially when he was staring at the person in a daze just now, and was caught by the other party.

He lowered his head and looked away, picked up the bowl and threw it into the trash can.

Turning around, Shen Xiuzhu had already left the sofa, walked to the bedside, came over with the medicine, and urged him to take it after meals.

Song Jingyao choked for a moment, looked at someone close at hand, and said forcefully, "You don't need to remind me, I can eat by myself! I'm not a three-year-old child!"

Shen Xiuzhu frowned a little sadly, and said seriously: "Really? But last time you..."

Song Jingyao immediately recalled his black history of sloppy rolling and refusing to drink traditional Chinese medicine, and interrupted through gritted teeth: "Okay! I'll eat it, I'll eat it right away!"

Under Shen Xiuzhu's gaze, Song Jingyao obediently put all the medicine into his mouth, took the water, and took a few gulps.

He likes to take the medicine all at once, long-term pain is worse than short-term pain, but there are also certain disadvantages, and it is easy to choke when there are too many pills in the throat.

He bent down and coughed violently, and Shen Xiuzhu thoughtfully patted him on the back.

Song Jingyao's cheeks were hot, and he felt that he was always embarrassing in front of Shen Xiuzhu, which was too embarrassing.

It's really uncomfortable to be alone in a room with a halo person.Song Jingyao said awkwardly: "I'm fine, you go back to work in the company, it's not convenient to be in the hospital."

However, Shen Xiuzhu said: "All the documents have been delivered, there is no need to make an extra trip, you will be discharged from the hospital in the afternoon, and I will be here with you."

Song Jingyao frowned, his expression was very complicated, after a pause, he said coldly, "It's up to you."

Then, he lay back on the bed and played with his mobile phone. The mobile phone was really fun. After playing for a while, his a little restless heart became hahahahaha.

Shen Xiuzhu sat on the sofa and concentrated on processing the documents. The two of them were doing their own things, but the atmosphere was surprisingly harmonious.

The author has something to say: Song Song: I suspect that the hero wants to be my father.

Male lead: ... (vomits blood)