Chapter 92 I hate you, but I love you

Shen Jixing only found out about it when the birthday party was almost over.

Bo Yu's wheelchair was locked, and a group of bodyguards were surrounding it but they didn't know how to open it, because usually this was done by Mousse -

"Sir, don't worry, how about I call Mr. Mu and ask..."

The cold wind blows in the autumn night.

Bo Yu, wearing a thin suit jacket, asked in a cold tone, "Who do you think locked it?"

The bodyguard was stunned: "Huh?"

Yes.

The gentleman couldn't lock the wheelchair by doing a handstand, so Mousse was the only one who knew how to do it.

Kemusi has always been the strongest among the bodyguards.

What he meant was that they might not be able to catch Mousse.

"How about we help you carry it back first?"

Bo Yu closed his eyes coldly, his tone calm, "No need, I can fly back by myself."

Finally, the bodyguards carried him away in a panic.

After listening to this, Shen Jixing said: "..."

That boy is really...

Maybe it was Shen Jixing who helped him, he knew that Boyu would come today, so he stopped him at the door so that they could celebrate the birthday party in peace.

After a moment of silence, Shen Jixing said to Fu Chen: "If you need a bodyguard, you can use him. Bo Yu can't reach you."

He has known what it is like to be displaced.

Even adults have a hard time, as Boyu will find ways to stop them and won't give them any chance to fly away.

Bo Yu is an extreme control freak.

Shen Jixing realized this early on and began to think about leaving.

Fu Chen was about to nod, "Okay..."

"What bodyguard?" Sheng Que came over drunkenly with a wine glass in his hand, leaning on Fu Chen's shoulder, "Is my uncle in danger? Then I will protect my uncle..."

Fu Chen frowned slightly and scolded, "Sheng Que, be polite."

When Sheng Que heard these two words, he shuddered reflexively.

This man is like this every time he makes a mistake.

Etiquette. Etiquette.

But Sheng Que was celebrating his birthday today, and he couldn't bear to hear any scolding. He stared at him with drunken eyes, "It's etiquette again. This is the etiquette of my family, not yours. Are you annoyed?"

Shen Jixing paused in holding the wine glass.

His sight and consciousness fell on Fu Chen, whose expression was still as cold as ever, without any change.

"My uncle seems to be broken..."

Another drunken voice leaned against his face.

Shen Jixing lowered his eyes and met a pair of slightly red, arrogant eyes.

Are these two crazy?

Zhou Yili and Sheng Que have always had a good alcohol tolerance, it's rare for both of them to be so drunk at the same time.

"No, uncle..."

"Well, I'm meddling in other people's business."

Fu Chen placed the champagne glass on the table, along with a velvet box, and then left the banquet hall without looking back.

Sheng Que stared blankly, as if realizing that he had made a mistake.

He reached out to take the brocade box, but found nothing after grabbing twice. Shen Jixing picked it up and handed it to him, letting him open it himself.

Inside was the key to a late-model sports car.

"My little uncle also knows how to choose a sports car?" Zhou Yili squinted his eyes.

Fu Chen is a typical CEO, exuding righteousness from head to toe. Asking him to choose a sports car is like asking him to choose a bow tie.

"Nephew, did you make your uncle angry and run away?" Another tipsy man ran over.

He is Sheng Que’s second uncle.

"Go get it back quickly. Our Sheng family is huge and has a lot of wealth. Except for your parents, everyone else is a bunch of poor students who failed the exams. Who will take care of this huge family business in the future???"

There is no problem of anyone stealing the family property in the Sheng family.

The only thing they lack is a top student who can support the family property so that they can rest assured and waste their time.

Fu Chen, who was trained by Madam Sheng before her death, saved them from the dire situation.

Shen Jixing: "I finally understand why Fu Chen is so busy every day."

One person has to manage two companies.

Fu Chen's principles prevented him from taking over the Sheng family and starting his own company. Instead, he wanted to train Sheng Que to inherit the family business. His training failed, so he had to be busy on both ends and was unable to do everything.

Sheng Que was holding the car key and said "Oh" belatedly.

"I'm going to coax my uncle..."

Shen Jixing reminded: "The door is at the back."

Sheng Que uttered "oh" again, turned around, and walked away in a crooked manner.

Shen Jixing even doubted whether he could find the person.

He was thinking about whether to go over and take a look, and someone lowered his head and buried it in his neck, "I want it too."

"What do you want?"

"Sports car."

Zhou Yili actually didn't want a sports car, he just wanted to choose a sports car for someone like Shen Jixing.

Shen Jixing: "I only have 200 yuan, the most I can buy you is a toy car."

“…”

Zhou Yili raised his narrow, reddish eyes and stared at him blankly.

Shen Jixing thought he was a little dazed when he was drunk.

"How pitiful."

Zhou Yili looked at him in disbelief. The young master probably never knew what it was like to have only two hundred yuan in his pocket. "As a reward, kiss me."

“…”

Now that the banquet is over, there are few people in the venue.

Shen Jixing thought he was cute, so he pecked him on the cheek and said, "I'll buy you a toy car later."

I want to spend the two hundred dollars in my pocket to curse him as a tyrant.

Zhou Yili looked at him with moist eyes, his cheeks inexplicably red, and then he rummaged in his pocket and took out several bank cards and a mobile phone.

He gave it all to Shen Jixing.

"Spend my money, buy the real thing, and give it to me."

Shen Jixing found it funny, "Spend your money to give you a gift?"

Zhou Yili hummed, his chin resting on Shen Jixing's collarbone, "I have a lot of money, and I've been planning to give it to you for a long time. I'm afraid you'll be bullied by them if you don't have money."

Shen Jixing was startled: "Who are they?"

“Endorsement.”

It was he who woke up from the sofa on the day when Shen Jixing had the accident.

After much thought, Zhou Yili decided to go find him, even if it was just to make fun of him.

Later, it inexplicably developed into a money-grabbing campaign.

Whenever Shen Jixing has no money, he can only live in his house.

The drunk Zhou Yili seemed to be able to tell any truth, no longer his usual stubborn and arrogant self.

Shen Jixing looked at him with interest, "So, you didn't dislike me from the beginning?"

"I hate you." Zhou Yili rubbed him lightly with her hair and touched his collarbone with her thin lips, "But it can't compare to my love for you."

He still remembers it.

The night Shen Jixing came to see him, he was so excited that he couldn't sleep the whole night.

The person above him sighed softly, lifted his chin and took the initiative to kiss him.

Zhou Yili saw his drooping eyelashes, long and dense, fluttering over him like ink.

He slightly opened his lips, about to greet——

The door of the banquet hall was opened with a bang.

Shen Jixing's nerves jumped almost reflexively, and he pulled Zhou Yili behind him.

The slender figure stood crookedly at the door. After successfully turning a big circle, he said, "Uncle, did I find you..."

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I'm late ahh ...