Feeling deeply worried, Xihe chose a children's channel for the teenager to watch and went to school with his schoolbag on his back.
The early morning air was fresh and chilly. She entered the classroom and sat next to her roommate.
The teacher on the stage was an old professor who spoke slowly and melodiously. Xihe couldn't help but look around and found that many people were playing with their mobile phones. After struggling for a second, he decided to adapt to the local customs.
And then the day passed like this.
After saying goodbye to his classmates, Xihe turned and walked towards the school gate. Then, he was caught off guard and saw the domineering boss leaning against a luxury car.
He was wearing a straight black suit, with sharp eyebrows and eyes, and a sharp face.
The golden watch on the hand exudes wealth.
A pair of eyes scanned the crowd and soon saw Xihe. He put down his cigarette, stood up and walked over.
"Zhang Qian?" Her voice was mellow and charming.
Xihe couldn't help but nodded. He was indeed the domineering CEO chosen by the little fox. He was just as described in the book and looked very cool.
but……
Xihe looked around his face and couldn't help asking, "How did you get better so quickly?"
Apart from a slight crack at the corner of his mouth and a bruise under his eye, he looked completely different from his bruised and swollen appearance last night.
The boss was speechless for a moment, "Maybe I have a stronger ability to recover."
Xihe: ? ? So it’s more durable?
She looked at Qiao Kuan who was walking towards her from a distance and asked the boss, "It's just a small favor, no need to thank me. If you must thank me, then give me a few hundred thousand."
The boss was stunned for a second. He probably didn't expect someone to be so shameless.
A bad feeling suddenly surged in my heart.
Not only is she a nymphomaniac, but she's also greedy for money. The boss's face turned cold, and his good mood instantly disappeared. He took out his phone from his pocket and said, "Fifty thousand."
Xihe clicked his tongue and took out his cell phone.
She understands the domineering president's mentality. It's clear that if I want to give it to you and you don't want it, I will give it to you, and maybe even more.
But if you ask for it, I'm sorry, I don't want to give it to you at all.
But this is exactly what she wants. Although she doesn't know why she always encounters him, Xihe doesn't want to have any unnecessary contact with the domineering president. Naturally, the more he hates her, the better.
"Thank you."
Looking at the arrival information, Xihe immediately smiled.
The domineering president also smiled, sneered, then turned and left.
"Who is that?" Qiao Kuan walked over and looked at the man walking towards the luxury car.
The clothes, the luxury car, the shiny leather shoes, and the temperament, it is obvious that he is not an ordinary person.
Qiao Kuan looked at Xihe. How could Qianqian know such a person? What was their relationship? Just now, the two of them seemed to be so close, holding their phones. Was that man pursuing Qianqian?
Qiao Kuan felt like he was being scratched by a cat.
"Oh, he was beaten two days ago. I helped call an ambulance. He came to thank me today." Xihe did not hide it.
Being beaten?
Qiao Kuan was surprised for a moment, but then he felt relieved. Qianqian would definitely look down on such a weakling.
"Let's go and have dinner." Xihe turned around.
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After washing up in the evening, Xihe lay on the bed, holding the computer and typing, while the boy squeezed aside to look at his mobile phone.
"You will sleep in the living room from now on." Xihe said.
"Sister, you have to call me Nan Cen."
The boy declared it again before crossing his face and saying, "I want to sleep next to you."
He came over and rubbed his head against Xihe's arm: "Sister, why don't you let me sleep?"
Xihe...
I feel helpless. I don’t know what this guy learned after watching children’s programs all day. As soon as she got home, he called her sister and insisted that she call his name.
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