This kind of revenge is not a gentleman.

He reached out to pinch Han Ruoyi's pink cheeks, but it was about ten centimeters away. He lay soft on the sofa and was a little lazy to get up. Han Ruoyi hurriedly leaned over and let him pinch it, and smiled and said, "Brother!"

"Are Ruoyi still used to living at home?"

"It's much better than in the past, and there's also TV. I used to have nothing at home." Han Ruoyi buried her face in his palm, narrowing her eyes slightly, like a kitten enjoying the caress of her owner.

The girl's face looked much rosy than she had been in the past few days. Her bright eyes and kind eyes add a little bit of brilliance. She also combed her hair neatly. She was wearing the casual outfit that Song Baojun bought last time and began to show her plump figure.

"Do you tell my brother if you have any unhappy things?"

"I know." Han Ruoyi grabbed Song Baojun's wrist and looked at it. The old wound on it had scabbed, and still left clearly visible tooth marks. She felt pity for a moment and touched it with her hands.

Manager Gu smiled beside him and said, "Old Song, your son and daughter have a good relationship, it's really enviable."

Song Shixian thought to himself that the fact that Han Ruoyi was actually a niece did not need to be explained to others in person, saying: "Xiaojun achieved nothing in other aspects, which is quite reassuring."

Han Ruoyi giggled and said, "Aunt Gu, brother is the best for Ruoyi." Then he pulled Song Baojun's arm hard and said, "Brother, come, show you something."

Song Baojun amused her childish behavior and asked with a smile: "What good thing is there to surprise my brother?"

Han Ruoyi pursed her lips and didn't say anything, and pulled him all the way to the second floor.

There are three rooms on the second floor, Song Baojun and Song Jingtong each have one room, and the other one is used to pile up debris. In the past few days, Wu Guifang has cleaned up and cleaned it up. He bought new bed sheets, wardrobe and other furniture, so that Han Ruoyi can live in. Otherwise, Song Baojun would not be able to stay on the sofa when he went home on weekends.

The little girl's room was not too late to add too much stuff, so it seemed relatively simple. A 1.5-meter-long bed was covered with brand new sheets and quilt covers. Next to it was a bedside table with a desk lamp. Under the window opposite was a desk, several old comic novels that Song Baojun had bought before. The wardrobe was against the wall, and there were winter clothes that Wu Guifang had bought for her niece.

Han Ruoyi asked Song Baojun to sit on the edge of the bed, and said mysteriously: "Brother, close your eyes first."

"Oh, Xiao Guai wants to surprise my brother." Song Baojun closed his eyes as he spoke, and his heart was secretly amused.

There was something on his hand.

"Okay, brother can open his eyes." Han Ruoyi's expectant voice came into her eardrums.

When Song Baojun saw that it was a transparent plastic wide-mouthed bottle, filled with paper-folded stars, red, yellow, purple, green, orange, and colorful. Each star was folded very delicately and the details were taken care of very thoughtfully. No wrinkle was there, and the edges were handled cleanly. I thought it was very careful when folding, but at first glance there were about three or five hundred.

The broad-mouthed bottle showed beautiful colors under the light, and Han Ruoyi said softly: "Brother, I have folded five hundred and twenty lucky stars for you."

This kind of gadget is basically meaningless to an adult, and with Song Baojun's mature mind that integrates the thirty-two personalities, he will not notice anything worth surprise in it. However, he saw Han Ruoyi smiling shyly, waiting for his praise, no different from those children who want to get their parents' affirmation.

I thought that this feeling of being strongly attached to by others is really happy. I held up the lucky star bottle and smiled and said, "Ruoyi folded it for my brother? It's so popular. It's so good. Every star is so beautiful. My brother wants to hang this lucky star on the head of the bed. Every morning you open your eyes and think of my Ruoyi as soon as you see it."

Seventh part of the words comes from hypocritical personality, and threeth part of sincerity. But his hypocrisy can easily deceive even the old world of society, not to mention the simple Han Ruoyi.

After hearing his words, the little girl smiled so hard that her eyes were bent like crescent moons, her face full of joy, and said, "As long as my brother likes it."

Song Baojun took her little hands and sat side by side by side on the bed, saying a few casual jokes, which made the little girl giggle.

Wu Guifang prepared the meal and shouted to the brother and sister downstairs to have a meal. Han Ruoyi hurried to the kitchen to help.

Wu Guifang asked the little girl to bring a plate of fish-flavored eggplant out of the hall and asked with a smile: "Ruoyi, is it my brother back? Look at you smiling so happily."

Han Ruoyi nodded violently.

Wu Guifang smiled and said, "Look, if my brother doesn't go home this week, you will go to school to find someone."

Han Ruoyi blushed and she smiled and didn't say anything.

Wu Guifang felt relieved when she saw her niece's performance. She was afraid that her niece would be hit by her mother's experience and would not be able to get out of the shadow for a long time, which would be of no benefit to her future growth.

Some children later became autistic because of the broken family and could not integrate into society. Some were psychologically distorted, hated society, and retaliated against society. Some were like walking dead, unable to face reality. These were all regrets for a family, and they could have had the opportunity to change.

After Han Ruoyi came to the Song family, she usually helped with housework and went back to her room to read books when she was free. However, every time she had to eat, she would chatter and ask her aunt and uncle about her brother's affairs, expressing her joy. Wu Guifang often teased her with her brother's topic, thinking that this would be the best. After all, the dead are far away, and the living have to face the future life. Han Ruoyi is attached to her brother and can help the little girl open the knot to the greatest extent. It is not a good thing.

Song Jingtong couldn't go home until 9 pm on Friday after evening self-study, so her mother left vegetables for her daughter.

On the dining table, the chicken with hand-pulled fish, eggplant with eggplant, stir-fried pork with shredded pork, vinegar-slime pork soup, and minced seaweed, four dishes and one soup, with a fragrance all over the place.

Manager Gu was about to leave, but Wu Guifang kept her for a few words, but she just kept at home for dinner. She kept saying sorry, but her butt was still sitting firmly on the sofa. Wu Guifang secretly scolded herself for talking too much, so she had to continue to greet the guests enthusiastically.

Han Ruoyi served the meal for everyone and sat obediently beside her brother.

Song Baojun picked up some chopsticks and delicious dishes for several elders and asked, "Dad, have you not resigned from Lige yet?"

Mr. Song was originally going to inform his son about this, so he told him the reason why he was reluctant to leave and said, "Anyway, Han Weiwu can't do anything to me if I stay in Lige. He is just a shallow and soft man, and he has no real talent and knowledge."

"But Han Weiwu is the chairman of the company after all." Manager Gu added a worried sentence.

"Then let him not be the chairman, let the people behind Han Weiwu know that he has no value in Lige, and will also prevent the company from moving forward." Song Baojun said lightly: "Han Weiwu's mistress Zhang Xueyuan is still a businessman in the final analysis, and interests are always ranked first. When she understands that this person cannot bring benefits to him, she will find a way to let this person leave."

Song Shixian glared at his son strangely: "You are so light, how can you let Han Weiwu leave?"

Song Baojun said: "I guess he still wants to show Han Weiwu in front of Zhang Xueyuan to reflect his value. Where is this value reflected? It is very simple, it is to make the company bigger and stronger under his leadership. So I think Han Weiwu must be eager to expand his business during this period and make the situation look good first. He needs a brilliant support point to enhance his prestige."

Han Ruoyi quietly pricked up her ears and listened. This was her biological father's business, and it was fake to say that she didn't care.

When Song Shixian and Manager Gu saw that he was a peerless master who was good at strategizing and talking, they couldn't help but feel funny and asked, "You can analyze how Han Weiwu plans to develop?"

Wu Guifang picked up a large piece of ribs next to her for her husband and said unhappy: "Hey, you guys, I've been discussing the company for an afternoon. Now my son is home from school on weekends, and I have to hold his son to discuss it together. Is it over? Xiaojun is just in his sophomore year, okay? What does he know!"

"Okay, okay, eat, eat!" Song Shixian smiled helplessly.

"By the way, Xiaojun, didn't you say there is still a 50,000 scholarship? Haven't you brought it back yet?" Wu Guifang said this in public with two meanings. One is to show off in front of Manager Gu: Look, my son received a 50,000 scholarship at school. It's so glorious and worth shouting out loud! The other is to be afraid that his son will spend money and use it indiscriminately, so he urged him. This money will be of great use in the future and must be kept in his own hands to be at ease.

Song Baojun's hatred for the betting gamer Wen Ge was even deeper, and he said as if nothing had happened: "Mom, the school's scholarship is not as simple as receiving a salary. It requires several layers of approval and signed by leaders at all levels. My business is basically settled, but I have to wait for the end of the period."

"Oh!" Wu Guifang said: "Maybe they just want to see your performance this semester. If you perform poorly, you won't give it. You must listen carefully at school, don't have any conflicts with your classmates and teachers, and make a sigh of relief for your mother."

Song Baojun deliberately made his mother look up in front of Manager Gu, and said with a faint smile: "It's okay, the college has made me a typical example, and a teacher from Zhonghai also came here."

Wu Guifang quickly asked, "What teacher is you? Are you famous?"

"I'm called Tufen, a professor at China Overseas Conservatory of Music. She recently transferred her relationship to the Conservatory of Music of Chazhou University."

Wu Guifang had never heard of this name, and was suddenly disappointed. She was about to say she didn't know her, but Manager Gu replied in surprise: "Tu Fen! Are you talking about the music godmother Tu Fen? I heard that she was transferred to Chazhou some time ago because of a genius student who was rare in a century!"

"There is no genius. I spend all the time others drink coffee hard." Song Baojun scratched his head embarrassedly, looking very sincere. (To be continued., Your support is my greatest motivation.) 16-11-15 01:28:27
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