That's a very...

He Jing felt like the scumbag who abandoned his wife and children.

She blushed slightly: "Did Third Brother want to see me about something?"

He Zhou continued to retort, "Can't I contact you if there's nothing wrong?"

His tone was as sharp as ever, and even He Jing, with her strong heart, couldn't quite handle it. Remembering that she hadn't properly spoken to He Zhou before, He Jing quickly turned around, pulled a bar of chocolates from her desk drawer, and handed it to him.

He Zhou choked on his words, then became furious and embarrassed: "Do you think I'm that gluttonous fourth brother?"

Does she always fall for this trick?

impossible.

It's no use!

No sooner had he finished speaking than He Sui, who was three rooms away, heard someone call his name and poked his head out of his room: "Hey, who called me?"

"Nobody called you!"

He Zhou yelled at him back, then took a deep breath, snatched the chocolate, stuffed it into his pocket, and said, "How much do you have left in your drawer?"

He Jing covered her face: "There are still eight pieces left."

He Zhou laughed angrily: "You're quite frugal, huh?"

They even know to stockpile goods for emergencies, keeping them to coax you piece by piece.

He Jing was speechless after being rebuked. He Zhou glanced at her coolly, walked past her, and entered her room. He confiscated all eight remaining chocolates from her drawer, stuffed them into his apron, and said irritably under He Jing's silent gaze, "Can't bear to part with them? Here you go."

"No! Third Brother, I didn't." He Jing smiled sweetly, "It was originally prepared for Third Brother. Third Brother, eat less and be careful of cavities."

He Zhou snorted coldly. Mao'er was finally appeased. He had said that his status could never be lower than He Yi's. Right now, He Jing didn't even know what He Yi liked to eat. Only He Sui was barely comparable to him.

He casually sat down in the chair He Jing had just been sitting in, glanced at the pile of "Dragon Ball Continent" novels on the table, and carelessly brushed them all aside. Only then did he feel it looked a bit more pleasing to the eye. He then explained his purpose: "I have a competition in a few days..."

He Jing wasn't surprised at all, but deliberately feigned a look of delight: "Really? I'll go with Third Brother."

He Zhou was speechless and stopped there. He had come here wanting He Jing to go with him, but He Jing was being so proactive, and for some reason he felt uneasy.

It's as if... I begged her for help.

joke.

Would he beg her?

He Zhou coldly refused: "No need, I'll just go with Old Taro."

He Jing hadn't expected He Zhou to refuse, and asked in surprise, "Then why did Third Brother come here?"

He Zhou's expression changed instantly. He jumped up from his chair, his face darkening. "What? Can't I come? If you're so capable, hang a sign on the door that says, 'Only dogs and He Zhou are not allowed in this room.'"

“…” He Jing blinked, then blinked again, “Third Brother, I like dogs.”

He Zhou: "!!!"

He Zhou was so angry that he turned around and left.

He Jing immediately stepped forward and blocked his way.

He Jing looked up at her small, pretty face, her large, watery eyes wide open: "Third Brother, I'll buy you a brand new set of knives."

He Zhou's expression froze, his heart clearly fluttering, but he reached out and grabbed her chin, pinching it hard, and said with a forced smile, "Am I worthy of taking it?"

"Mmm." He Jing nodded vigorously, like a chick pecking at rice, and then cautiously glanced at his face. "Third Brother, it's not easy to leave the province, so I'll take leave to accompany you."

He Zhou released her hand, paused for a moment, and gave her a cool glance: "Focus on your final exams. That place is too far away. Next time."