Little Mr. is one hundred years old

Qinghuan was quite satisfied with this meal. He especially liked the acorn Iberian black-hoofed pig ham, which is edible raw pork. The black-hoofed pig is a unique "noble" pig breed in Spain. During his lifetime, he liked to eat oak nuts.Slice the ham thinly, the rose-pink muscle is mixed with marble-like fat texture, take a bite, it has a strong acorn aroma, the salty taste of the ham is mixed with sweet and fruity, the taste is rich in layers, aftertaste It makes people want to swallow their tongues.

Lust for appetite... Qing Huan almost forgot about this feeling.And the satisfaction of eating sweets is another kind - no wonder so many people are greedy for fireworks in the world.

There are also black and white truffles, foie gras, lobster, suckling pig, oysters and other items listed on the table, plus a bottle of 82-year-old red wine as a match, how can a meal not be satisfying?

Qing Huan also drank a few more glasses of wine. Although she was not too drunk, she was still a little tipsy.

After drinking and eating, it is reasonable to say that there will be some entertainment activities, but because of the tragic game in the afternoon, the few people who attended the meeting all left with excuses, and everyone waited in the parking lot of the Baili Club to say goodbye——

When getting in the car, Qing Huan noticed that Jiang Xiu secretly glanced towards her several times, as if she had something to say to her, but it was hard to say.

"Who is that Jiang Xiu?"

"Jiang Xiu?" Lou Zhao paused, "You mean the little love brought by Lao Hao?"

"Well, we chatted a few words in the bathroom." Qing Huan said: "That old Hao looks like he can be his father when he is old."

"He seems to be something given to Lao Hao by someone with a heart. The last two times I saw Lao Hao took him with him, it must be fresh."

Qing Huan thought for a while: "Do they think that I am also the so-called 'thing' in your mouth?"

Lou Zhao had a bit of embarrassment on his face: "It's rare for me to bring people out, and you look good, so they will inevitably think wrong."

Qing Huan leaned back in her chair: "Next time, remember to explain clearly to them, I don't want to be misunderstood."

Lou Zhao raised his eyebrows, looking at Qing Huan's facial features that became more delicate and distinct under the unknown light—"I thought you would say you don't care."

"But I care now." Qing Huan replied.

Lou Zhao smiled: "Okay, I will explain it to them next time."

"Ah."

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Monday

Early in the morning, the Chen family's car came to pick up Qing Huan. As soon as they got in the car, Chen Ziran handed Qing Huan the prepared breakfast—vegetable sandwiches and yogurt.

Qing Huan looked at Chen Ziran's own breakfast: "What's yours?"

"Fresh meat pot stickers and soy milk." Chen Ziran is still used to Chinese food, and he also prefers salty food.

Qing Huan decisively handed him her own: "I'll trade it with you."

Chen Ziran was taken aback: "Mine are fresh meat pot stickers, not vegetable pot stickers, you don't want to eat them."

"I want to eat now." Qing Huan replied.

Chen Ziran felt strange, so he exchanged it with his, and said: "You can eat one first, if you don't want to eat, we will exchange it."

Qing Huan didn't mind his wordiness, so he took it decisively and ate it—it was hot, and when he bit off the crispy yellow skin, the gravy inside was overflowing, and his mouth was full of aroma—Chen Ziran originally thought that Qing Huan could only eat two or three at most. He couldn't eat anymore, but he actually ate up [-] or [-] pot stickers, and drank the soy milk after eating - Chen Ziran said that he was a little irritated.

"Qing Huan..."

"Huh?" Qing Huan bit the straw and squinted at him.

"Are you really all right?"

"I'm fine, do you want me to be okay?"

Chen Ziran wiped the corner of his mouth with a tissue in a natural way, and said, "It's just that you are a little strange today."

"Isn't it just eating meat? I suddenly found that meat is delicious, can't I start eating meat?"

Of course Chen Ziran nodded: "Okay, as long as you like it."

Qing Huan saw the documents and books on the car. He was not interested in the documents. He picked up the book and read it, and it turned out to be about business management. The thickest one was in English—"Have you read all these? "

Chen Ziran glanced at it: "I read a part of it, but I haven't finished it yet."

Qing Huan's expression became more serious: "Have you thought about it? Do you really want to go this way?"

"Is there any other choice?" Chen Ziran said lightly, "Do I want to lead troops to fight?"

Qing Huan was silent for a while, looked at the driver in front of him, and said, "This road...will be very difficult...you have to start everything from scratch."

"I know," Chen Ziran took a bite of the sandwich, "I've already started."

In fact, if Chen Ziran really doesn't want to take over the business and enter the business world, he can live a more relaxed life. After all, the assets left by his parents are enough for him to live well. As for the company, he can hire someone to come Management, or transfer of property... just doing this, Father Chen's hard work will be in vain——Chen Ziran is a person with a strong sense of responsibility, and he has been like this since his previous life. Since he has accepted Chen Ziran's identity, he must of course bear He should bear the responsibility.

Qing Huan looked at him: "If you need any help, please let me know."

In fact, Gu Yuehua was right, Qing Huan's heart was really soft.Especially for those who are sincere to him - he will feel guilty, and then want to be nice to him...

Chen Ziran was also very straightforward: "Okay."

When we arrived in the classroom, almost all the noisy classmates looked at them——Qing Huan was still puzzled, and couldn't help but look down to see if there was something wrong with her... But no matter if it was the school uniform, his shoes, they were all clean Net, no problem.

There were a few people who were pushing and shoving, as if they wanted to come but didn't dare to come.

When Qing Huan and Chen Ziran sat down, the fat classmate behind Qing Huan patted Qing Huan on the shoulder, and asked aggressively, "Bai Qinghuan, are you the one who was eating with Mori in the news?"

The classroom was too quiet, and everyone paid attention to the movement here.

After being reminded like this, Qing Huan remembered that there was such a thing on the weekend - Chen Ziran and the others called to inquire at that time, and if they recognized it, then other people might also recognize it, especially classmates - and As long as one or two people are recognized, it is conceivable that a place like a school can be passed on——

"Yes, Bai Qinghuan, it really looks like you..."

"Hmm, do you know Mori?"

"..."

The few girls who were pushing and shoving just now also gathered around.

Surrounded by so many people and stared at by so many people, Qing Huan saw that Chen Ziran showed a little impatient expression, before Chen Ziran shook his face, he had to solve this problem first——

"Less is about to start now, if you have any questions, can we talk about it after class?" Qing Huan didn't want the teacher to come in and see this messy scene—by the way, what is the first class?

……

language...

As the head teacher of the language class, Long Zhao, that is, Long Zhao has been on leave for a long time. During this time, the beautiful teacher from the next class came to substitute for the class, which spoiled a group of male students, and the female students were all looking forward to Long Zhao's return.

Qing Huan thought to herself: I don't know when Long Zhao will get tired of this teacher's game, now he's asking for leave, it's messed up, if he wants to give up his picks, he should just order...

The sound of leather shoes getting closer—wait a minute, leather shoes?Shouldn't it be high heels?Although high-heeled shoes are also leather shoes, the sound of men's leather shoes and women's high-heeled shoes is completely different——

When Qing Huan saw a well-dressed and personable teacher wearing gold-rimmed glasses who came in calmly with his textbooks under his arms, his mood was very complicated.

Long Zhao's eyes swept over Qing Huan without stopping, but Qing Huan could still feel the strangeness in it.

Qing Huan thought about what happened in the restroom of the restaurant. Although he had many doubts, no matter whether it was M or Long Zhao, he didn't want to ask about the process afterwards. Since he lost consciousness at that time, he just pretended to be stupid. .

A note was passed to Qing Huan, Qing Huan glanced at it, it was written by Chen Ziran: You have been influenced by him again.

Qing Huan calmed down a bit, and replied: I just remembered something.

Chen Ziran returned quickly: he is not good, don't think about him.

Qing Huan: ...

"Two students, you have to listen carefully in class." Long Zhao didn't know when he was standing beside their desks. The note passed by the two was clipped away, and then put into the pocket-after all this was done, the class continued.

Chen Ziran looked sullen.

Qing Huan felt helpless—every time Long Zhao appeared, he was doomed to be restless.