Fu Jie was standing outside the door, holding a burgundy box that was half a person's height.

To be precise, it's a box, a pear-shaped box.

"What you want."

"Come in." Sheng Yuan stepped aside.

Fu Jie walked in with the box. He saw Shi Yan in the living room, but he didn't look surprised. Instead, he raised his hand and greeted Shi Yan with a smile: "Hi, three-good student."

Shi Yan looked at Fu Jie with a strange look. He didn't say anything and turned to look at Sheng Yuan.

"It has a name." Sheng Yuan glanced at Fu Jie: "Shiyan, time, inkstone."

Sheng Yuan then told Shi Yan: "His name is Fu Jie."

Then she realized, "You guys are from the same school, so you should have met before."

"Of course I have seen him before." Fu Jie said nonchalantly, "He is the top student in the grade. I often see him on the podium."

Shi Yan: "I have seen it. When the dean asked us to read our apologies at the Monday meeting."

The young man's voice was calm, and he did not mean to discriminate against Fu Jie. He was just answering Sheng Yuan's words simply and seriously.

Fu Jie, who often read self-criticisms, was "hit" by an arrow in the chest: "..." It's not you, buddy.

He said bluntly: "I really can't stand you good students and rich people."

The good student refers to Shi Yan, and the rich person refers to Sheng Yuan.

"The food has been delivered. I'm leaving now." Fu Jie felt like he couldn't stay any longer. He stood up and was about to leave when he saw the exquisite and delicious raspberry basque on the small coffee table. His eyes lit up immediately and he asked, "What is this?"

Sheng Yuan: "Cake."

Shi Yan just made it for her.

Fu Jie asked again: "Dessert?"

Sheng Yuan looked at Fu Jie with an expression that said "you are talking nonsense".

Fu Jie seemed to be rubbing his hands in anticipation: "Well, can you give me a piece?"

"Auntie, please don't be so stingy," Fu Jie said, "I think yours looks better than the ones sold outside. Can you give me one piece, just one?"

Sheng Yuan narrowed her eyes and instantly saw through Fu Jie's thoughts: "Don't you dislike sweets?"

"..." Seeing that he couldn't hide it, Fu Jie scratched his head and stammered, "Well, I picked up a girl recently. She likes to eat sweets."

Picked up a girl? Sheng Yuan frowned.

Only then did she realize that Fu Jie's hair, which had remained yellow for thousands of years, had been dyed back to black.

Sheng Yuan understood immediately, but was not curious and asked more questions.

In order to get Sheng Yuan to agree, Fu Jie continued to add to the bargaining: "Your wolf has been with me these days. No one is allowed to get close to it. She is the one who takes care of it. She feeds your wolf every day and takes it for a run. Auntie, you also know how difficult it is to serve your wolf."

"..." Sheng Yuan was silent for a few seconds, and said reluctantly: "I can give you the smallest piece."

at last.

Fu Jie happily carried Basque and prepared to leave.

He looked at Sheng Yuan specifically, obviously having something to say.

Sheng Yuan and Fu Jie walked to the door and asked, "What's the matter?"

Fu Jie still had a nonchalant expression on his face, but his words were full of meaning, "You are not an impulsive person."

Sheng Yuan: “?”

"It's just the elders in your family. They have been finding faults for a long time. You never took it to heart before, but now they are openly quarreling with each other." Fu Jie pointed in the direction of the living room where Shi Yan was and made a bold guess: "Because of him?"

"It's all spread among the aristocratic circles now. The eldest daughter of the Sheng family left the young master of the Shen family and stayed with a poor student."

Fu Jie looked at Shi Yan's back and commented, "It's true. Men with beautiful faces are the root of trouble."

Sheng Yuan looked at Fu Jie quietly.

"OK, I won't say it anymore." Fu Jie immediately raised his hands in surrender, and then he ran away with the cake in his hand. (End of this chapter)