Mistress Her Brother [Transmigration Book]

No matter how violent the outside world is, life still has to go on.

While listening to the class, Song Mo checked Weibo under the desk. He was relieved when he saw the news that Nie's share price had risen by the daily limit as soon as the stock market opened.

Some financial bloggers also predict that Nie's stock will remain closed at the daily limit today, and will continue to rise in the next two days.

In fact, it is not uncommon for a star to become a major shareholder or even a decision maker of a company, and it is considered good news in the industry.Because star filming requires investment, no matter whether the company invests in star filming, or the star invests his own filming money in the company, at least it shows that the company has a certain strength.

Although Nie Ziye's situation is not consistent with the above-mentioned situation in essence, it is still similar on the surface, which is a big plus in the eyes of industry insiders!So this time, not only Nie Ziye's fans, but also many financial institutions chose to buy Nie's stock, causing the stock price to rise steadily.

Song Mo slightly bent the corners of his mouth. While browsing the page, he could imagine the expressions of the senior executives of the Nie family when they read the news.

"Song Mo, come up here and show everyone the correct way to massage Zusanli." The teacher standing on the podium swept over with two sharp eyes, pointed at the silicone human body next to him, and waited to see a good show. expression.

Song Mo, who was caught, quickly put his mobile phone into his pocket, walked onto the podium with a dry cough, faced the teacher's burning gaze, and relied on his strong professional knowledge and skillful massage techniques to pass the test.

The teacher stared at him for a long time, making sure he couldn't find anything wrong, so he could only say angrily: "Don't play with your mobile phone in class from now on, even if you are good at your major and meet a teacher who is very strict about your usual scores, there may be some problems. You deserve it!"

"Understood." Song Mo said in a low voice, his expression seemed as cute as possible, "Teacher, shall I go back first?"

"Wait a while, since you're here, you can show everyone how to acupuncture at Zusanli." The teacher didn't intend to let him go just like that.Probably all teachers have this kind of mentality. When they encounter a talented student who refuses to take classes well, they are so angry that they want to "punish" the other party in some way. It is best to use this to calm him down. .

But Song Mo wasn't nervous even on TV, and he didn't feel any psychological pressure when he was doing professional demonstrations in front of the whole class.

After the whole class, I only listened to Song Mo's eloquence, whether it was massage or acupuncture, the movements were as beautiful as playing the piano.Someone else whispered enviously: "If only I were that silicone human body..."

"Then you're done, President Nie might knock on your door tonight." The classmate next to him covered his mouth and smiled.

President Nie here is not referring to Nie Xuyang, but Nie Ziye who just took office.Although they live on the island, University City Island is not a place where news is blocked. As long as they are connected to the Internet, everyone can see the news on the Internet, and naturally they all know what happened in the entertainment industry recently.

No, according to Nie Ziye's situation, he has crossed the circle.

"It's good that Nie is here. He looks so handsome and looks so warm... Anyway, I want it no matter which one it is!" Also let the teacher on the podium notice the movement on their side.

Then the teacher called this female student who dared to think to the stage, which can be regarded as letting Song Mo go.

After returning to his seat, Song Mo wiped off the cold sweat that didn't exist on his head, and let out a sigh of relief: "Thank you classmate Sun Miaomiao, next time I will treat her to ice cream."

Song Mo's deskmate Liang Chao looked over quietly.He could have heard the girls discussing in his seat just now. As a hard worker who seems to be insulated from girls no matter how hard he tries, seeing Song Mo, an "Emperor of Europe" who can attract girls' attention without any effort , That's called envy, jealousy and hatred.

"They not only discussed you just now, they also discussed Nie Ziye. They also said that if you treat them to ice cream, Nie Ziye can catch up with them in the middle of the night." Liang Chao replaced the massage point with ice cream, making Song Mo sound more substituting It's just that the tone always feels a little sour.

But Song Mo didn't care, his attention was on the second half of the sentence, so after thinking about it, he said, "Then I'd better not treat her to ice cream."

Although he didn't understand, what is the connection between ice cream and Nie Ziye.

He has known Nie Ziye for so long, and he didn't realize that Nie Ziye likes to eat such sweet things.

When the topic came up about Nie Ziye, the boys around Song Mo also turned their heads. Just when the bell rang for the end of get out of class, they could discuss freely.

A few boys are not interested in Nie Ziye's scandal, they just want to thank him for his efforts in the volleyball game: "I heard that something happened to his family, I wonder if he will go back to school. Last time we went out to celebrate, You didn’t come, and you couldn’t find anyone to say thank you.”

"Hey, tell Song Mo that it's all right to tell Song Mo to tell Nie Ziye." Liang Chao stretched out his hand and patted Song Mo's shoulder hard, and winked at him.

It's a pity that his eyes are too small, Song Mo didn't notice that he made the winking gesture, and pushed his hand away in disgust: "Why are you looking at me so obscenely?"

"That's right, can talking to Song Mo be the same as talking to myself?" Another boy leaned on the table, moved closer to Song Mo, and lowered his voice, "Actually, we also know that he, a celebrity, doesn't care about such a small amount of money. But we can’t pretend to ignore him. Now that the volleyball team is entering the third round, the department has given us bonuses and sponsorships, and he is also a part of it.”

Although it's only a few hundred yuan per person, it's not a small sum of money for students.

Knowing that Nie Ziye is not short of the money, but everyone still did not forget his contribution in the competition. Originally, they wanted to reward the heroes by eating a good meal together. This way is more humane than giving bonuses, but Nie Ziye Azusa Ye left in a hurry after the match, not even having time to say hello.

And now that Nie Ziye was busy with company matters, it was even more difficult to catch him in University City Island.

After much deliberation, this matter can only fall on Song Mo.

Several people discussed and discussed, and finally decided unanimously: "Isn't Nie Ziye's brother hospitalized? Let's pool the prize money together, buy him a fruit basket, and send Song Mo to send blessings on our behalf. Disturbing others can also express our feelings, killing two birds with one stone!"

"You can kill two birds with one stone, but have you ever thought about me..." Song Mo propped his head and looked at them.

"Aren't you Nie Ziye's assistant, anyway, you will see Nie Ziye every day, just drop by."

"That's right, tell me, you haven't gone back to the dormitory to sleep for a few days?"

Song Mo pursed his lips. He found that he really lived at Nie Ziye's house for the past few days, because he promised Sister Wen to watch Nie Ziye and pay attention to the movement in the hospital. He couldn't let it go until he woke up.

Now Song Mo spends the rest of his time around Nie Ziye except for class.Fortunately, his parents don't pursue stars. If they knew that the navy had picked him up by the way when they were in Hei Nie Ziye some time ago, Song's father and Song mother might have to wipe their tears again.

Song Xing knew about this. She had a strong sense of justice since she was a child, and she supported Song Mo even more in this matter—she would lend a helping hand to strangers when they encountered difficulties, let alone in front of friends.

So Song Mo carried the fruit basket bought by the whole class, as if carrying the hope of the whole class, and came to the villa area where Nie Ziye's family was located.

Speaking of which, this villa area is quite close to the University City Island, not far from the Wetland Park, and it is a lush green natural scenery.

Of course, the traffic is also very inconvenient.The area of ​​the villa area is comparable to that of the University City Island, but there is no bus around the island, because the rich people who can live in it are all rich people, and the rich people take private cars when they go out.

Fortunately, Song Mo usually pays attention to exercise, because he is afraid that something will happen to this body that has died suddenly.Taking walking as exercise is also good, and fruit baskets are used as weight-bearing.

Just as Song Mo was walking towards Nie's old house along the familiar route, a car suddenly came up ahead with a familiar license plate, and it stopped slowly beside him.

Nie Ziye rolled down the car window and looked at him with a smile: "Why didn't you tell me when you came?"

"It's not far, and you can get there in two steps." That's what it means, but having a car is better than not having a car. Song Mo opened the door and was about to sit in when she found a little girl in the back seat, so she had to go first. Put the fruit basket in the trunk.

After getting in the car, Song Mo hugged Zhuang Zhuang on his lap: "Where are you going?"

Lu Xiaodong was driving, and Nie Ziye was sitting in the passenger seat. Song Mo looked intently and found that Nie Ziye was still holding a small cartoon schoolbag in his arms.

"Send Zhuang Zhuang to kindergarten." Nie Ziye glanced at Zhuang Zhuang who was full of reluctance, and said helplessly, "Go through the formalities first today, and let my aunt pick me up later, this is my sister-in-law's order."

Zhuang Zhuang held Song Mo's pants tightly and whispered, "I don't want to go to school."

"I don't like going to school either. The teacher always likes to call me on stage as a demonstration during lectures, but other than that, school is quite interesting and won't make you feel bored." Song Mo winked at her.

Zhuang Zhuang pursed his mouth, still somewhat resistant.

It's not that she hasn't been to kindergarten before, it's just that she hasn't been to kindergarten for several months, and she feels a little strange and a little scared.

"How about this, you go to listen to two classes first, if you don't think it's fun, come out and go home with us, we will watch you outside." Song Mo patiently said, holding her little hand.

"Okay." Zhuang Zhuang nodded, then fell into his arms again, hugging Song Mo's neck tightly, and refused to let go when he reached the kindergarten gate.

"Zhuang Zhuang, the teacher is here to pick you up." Nie Ziye reminded from the side, and tried to open Zhuang Zhuang's little arm like a lotus root. Even though she is only five years old, she has great strength.

Nie Ziye's first attempt ended in failure.

Zhuang Zhuang twisted his body and pointed his butt towards Nie Ziye, still unwilling to get down.

"Strong, strong, get off uncle first, the teacher will take you to see Little Butterfly, okay?"

As an experienced kindergarten teacher, she first asked Zhuang Zhuang what she likes in a friendly tone, and learned that she likes nature, especially those beautiful insects, and deliberately used colorful butterflies to attract Zhuang Zhuang's attention.

Zhuang Zhuang is a child who is not afraid of giving birth, and is still very curious. Under the guidance of the teacher's gentle voice, he walked into the kindergarten step by step, and the anxiety on his little face was gradually replaced by a sense of expectation.

Looking through the window of the classroom, she listened carefully to the class, fully integrated into the class, and forgot what Song Mo had said to her, Song Mo and Nie Ziye relaxed.

Until the end of a class, Zhuang Zhuang was still a little unsatisfied, and under the guidance of the teacher, he followed Nie Ziye and the two to the principal's office to complete the formalities.

"I can let Zhuang Zhuang go to preschool next semester. Although she missed classes for a few months, she is very smart and can keep up with other children." The teacher judged the situation of Nie Zhuangzhuang after one class , Reflected to the principal.

Song Mo and Nie Ziye were listening, busy filling out the form and helping Zhuang Zhuang to register.

Because some questions are more subjective, such as what do children like to eat and what do they dislike, they can only be asked by Zhuang Zhuang himself, so the two kept asking Zhuang Zhuang in whispers during the communication between the teacher and the principal.

The director of the kindergarten is a woman in her 40s, she looks kind and friendly. She has never seen parents who don't know much about their children, but she never seriously accuses parents of neglecting their children, but smiles at Song Mo and Nie Azusa Ye said: "Is this the first time you are sending your child to kindergarten?"

Song Mo was stunned, Nie Ziye reacted a little faster, nodded: "Sorry, we have no experience."

"It doesn't matter, you will know if you bring more children in the future." The principal continued to smile, "Our kindergarten will also hold parent-child activities from time to time, which will help to enhance the relationship between children and parents. We can get along with the children like friends.”

Song Mo: "..."

"..." Nie Ziye, "Okay."

"It's not easy for a family like yours. You can tell us about any difficulties you have." The principal looked at them lovingly, just like encouraging his own children, "There is always a first time in everything, and we will try our best to help Two."

After the formalities were completed, Song Mo still felt that something was wrong, he realized something later, and stretched out his arm to poke Nie Ziye: "Hey, the principal doesn't think that Zhuang Zhuang is our child, does he? "

Nie Ziye suppressed a smile: "Did you just find out?"

Song Mo: "..."

No wonder, as soon as he entered the director's office, he felt that the atmosphere was not right, especially when the director compared Nie Ziye's ID card and household registration book... After all, Zhuang Zhuang is also surnamed Nie, and he looks a bit like Nie Ziye.

The principal and the teacher don't think that Zhuang Zhuang is Nie Ziye's daughter, and he is Nie Zhuangzhuang's second father, right?

Otherwise, the principal wouldn't have acted so ambiguously, and kept saying "It's not easy for you", God knows Song Mo thought she was talking about the fact that Zhuang Zhuang's parents were not around.

"It doesn't matter, anyway, the information is filled in correctly, and they will always find out the truth later." Nie Ziye rubbed Song Mo's head to make him feel relieved.

Song Mo didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "...the principal must also be a groupie."

The author has something to say: Song Mo: In the eyes of fans, we not only got the certificate, we even have a child_(:з」∠)_