Zou Wenjuan turned off the tape recorder and said to Xing Baohua, "You weren't like this last time. How could you sing well last time?"
"Wasn't I hugging you last time?" Xing Baohua said irritably, a habit that couldn't be broken anytime soon.
"You, you're really infuriating. What's wrong with you? Get out of here, get out of here right now!" Zou Wenjuan said, putting down her guitar and shoving Xing Baohua.
Xing Baohua sighed inwardly. Telling the truth wouldn't work either; women are just so fickle.
Do we really have to lie to get it to work?
Seeing Zou Wenjuan's aggressive stance, Xing Baohua was so frightened that she quickly left, repeating before she left, "I'll come pick you up at 7:30 tomorrow!"
Just as I reached the door, a shoe flew over, and someone inside said, "Go to hell."
Seeing Xing Baohua about to leave, and having overheard his daughter's words, Xing's father thought: "..."
It's hard to say, the young couple had a quarrel.
It seems like a minor conflict. Oh well, I'll just keep watching TV.
On her way home, Xing Baohua faintly heard a familiar song.
It seems that CCTV is still replaying those two songs.
This publicity, this buzz.
It's only at this time, when there aren't many programs or advertising slots, that CCTV would be willing to allocate such precious time slots for you to play music.
This is something you can brag about for a lifetime.
Xing Baohua was smug, never expecting that he would become indirectly famous.
Back home, I can finally get some rest. It's so relaxing not having to draw or think about projects.
He was quite content, but some people lost sleep over him.
Back home, Suya couldn't sleep at night, remembering how this guy had boasted that his goal was the stars and the sea.
Can a small, sampan-like electronics factory reach its end in the vast universe?
Thinking back to how Xing Baohua always said he was busy and didn't have time to spend with her, I still feel a warm glow inside.
Meanwhile, another beautiful woman, Zou Wenjuan, lay on her side on the bed, inwardly cursing Xing Baohua.
"He has a boyfriend but still wants to hug me. Men are all the same. I'll bite that jerk next time."
"But how come he can make such good songs? What will I do if I become famous?"
After watching the two songs broadcast by CCTV, Zou Wenjuan felt that she could become famous.
Perhaps it's due to the success of those two songs. Perhaps there's confidence in Xing Baohua?
Xing Baohua was unaware that someone was losing sleep because of him; he slept soundly all night.
It feels like it's been a long time since I've had such a comfortable sleep.
After getting up, Xing Baohua thought to himself, "It's so comfortable to have nothing to do."
After checking the time and washing up, Xing Ma had already prepared breakfast.
Just as Xing Baohua picked up a bowl of porridge to drink, her father sat down and asked her, "Do you know Cao Yuanshui?"
"who?"
"Cao Yuanshui?"
Xing Baohua shook his head and said, "There are so many people in the factory, how would I know them? What do they do?"
“I heard he’s going to take over from Director Yuan. Old Yuan is retiring next week,” Xing’s father said.
"Parachuted?" Xing Baohua knew most of the people in the factory who were at the higher level, but he had never heard of this person named Cao Yuanshui before.
Since he's taking over an important position, he must have been sent down by his superiors.
His own father isn't ambitious either; if he pulled some strings, he might be able to become a factory heir.
Being a second-generation rich kid isn't easy! It's just that his father was an honest man.
After finishing our meal, we rushed to pick up Zou Wenjuan. When we arrived at her house, Zou's father was just riding his bike to work. We greeted each other briefly, and then Xing's father hurriedly left.
Zou Wenjuan didn't come out for a while, so Xing Baohua went straight in.
"Why aren't you leaving yet?!"
"morning"
"Oh, good morning."
"I meant I was going to work early, not that I was saying hello to you!" Zou Wenjuan, who hadn't slept well all night, said angrily to Xing Baohua.
"Hey? You're on your period?"
"?"
Xing Baohua guessed that the child didn't understand the joke about "Aunt Flo," so she said: "You get your period on those few days every month?"
"You, you, you're only just arriving?" Zou Wenjuan clenched her fists in anger, as if she wanted to give Xing Baohua a couple of slaps.
"You didn't come, and you're throwing such a tantrum first thing in the morning! Even if you're going to work a little later, you should at least prepare earlier! Have you had breakfast? Maybe I can buy you some on the way."
"Are you being so nagging?"
"What?"
"snort!"
Xing Baohua was left feeling awkward.
I brought Zou Wenjuan to the No. 7 Middle School. At this time, children were also entering the school gate, some on bicycles and some on foot.
Xing Baohua's car was so powerful that it blew up the entire street.
Goodness, it really exploded.
The school's most beautiful teacher was actually holding someone.
Xing Baohua is such a jerk. The road is full of people commuting by bicycle, so he can't go very fast. There are also people jaywalking, causing him to brake suddenly every now and then, which annoys Zou Wenjuan, who's behind him.
His face felt like it had hit a wall.
Finally, Xing Baohua let her press against his back and put her arms around his waist, and that's how they walked all the way.
The students who witnessed this scene whispered among themselves, wondering who this dark-skinned man with the teacher on his bicycle was.
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