Qin Hongxing's eyes showed a trace of unconcealed malice: "You said, if that woman can't go to college, brother Zhaonan will have to come out, right?"
He Su paused, took a sip of tea.
…
after an hour
After sending Qin Hongxing away, He Su began to look at the information Qin Hongxing brought, which was all about Ning Yuan.
After reading it, she stood by the window and looked at the scenery for a while.
There was a small lake near where they lived. The waves were sparkling in the sun, making He Su narrow his charming eyes.
She first called the secretary's office: "Old Rong has a bad stomach recently and likes to eat fish fillet porridge. Please help me prepare the ingredients and I will make it myself tonight."
The secretary's office responded.
He Su changed the line again and made a call to Shanghai.
Soon, the other end of the phone picked up.
"Hey, it's me." He Su changed to the local dialect of Shanghai.
The man on the other end of the phone was stunned for a moment, then half-smiled: "It turns out to be Mrs. Rong. I haven't contacted her for several years. Why did you remember to call me?"
He Su lit up an American cigarette and blew out the smoke slowly: "We are all old friends. We are from a cultural troupe. When good things happen, of course I think of my old friends."
The man asked with a smile on the phone: "What good thing does Mrs. Lao Alarong come all the way to remember?"
He Su looked at a photo in his hand with a smile——
"You still like little girls? I have a tender vegetable here that suits your taste. If you can eat it, help me eat it. I won't treat you badly."
The black and white photo shows Ning Yuan's top pick in the county's No. 2 Middle School when she graduated.
The girl in the photo has a pair of attractive bright eyes, a round face, a small mouth, big black braids, and a smile as bright as a summer flower, delicate and bright.
The man seemed a little interested: "How do you want me to eat? Do you want me to live or die?"
He Su said gently: "It's best if you can eat her alive. If you can't do that, you can also die. I will send someone to send you the information by telex."
The man on the other end of the phone clicked his tongue and smiled: "You are so cruel, why did you offend Mrs. Rong?"
He Su bent his eyes: "My mother-in-law doesn't like my daughter-in-law and sets rules for her. Do I need a reason?"
Qin Hongxing's thirteen o'clock work is useless and her methods are weak.
I just want the country girl's adoptive parents to cause a scene so that the girl can't read.
But how could this method be enough to force her beautiful, smart and powerful stepson to lose his temper?
It had been a long time since He Su had seen his delicate Ruifeng eyes full of anger, but he was holding back in front of him.
The man was speechless: "..."
Finally, he smiled slyly: "You can trust me. You are also lucky. You don't have a mother-in-law, so you are the mistress of the house."
He Su lowered his eyes and looked at Ning Yuan in the photo coldly, but his red lips looked at his slender fingers that were not wet with spring water -
"We are from an art troupe. If I can't trust you, who else can I trust? You're right, I'm lucky!"
If her life is good, of course someone else's life will be bad.
Such as her "daughter-in-law".
…
The days passed.
Ning Yuan invited Chu Hongyu to dinner, and Chu Hongyu simply agreed to help and found someone to decorate the store on Zhengming Road in the back door.
It doesn't need to be too complicated, just whitewash the walls and lay bricks. The rest, Ning Yuan has her own plan.
Small stalls have been set up in the courtyard of Fuda teachers’ families, selling noodles, wontons, stationery...
Students are also used to running to the courtyard after military training or get out of class.
Of course, in the hot weather, Granny Xia and Mr. Tang’s sparkling water shop had the best business, so Ning Yuan took advantage of the situation and prepared some more fruits and toppings of different types.
Soft and glutinous barley, cassava dumplings, mung beans, red beans, soaked in rock sugar water... a spoonful costs a penny.
It's a fresh way to eat. When I asked the teachers and students to order noodles and wontons, they couldn't help but order a bowl. Anyway, it costs 8 cents. If you can't buy it, you will suffer a loss and you can't be fooled!
The school turned a blind eye, but the security department sent security guards to keep an eye on him.
Mr. Tang and Aunt Xia are very happy. Their relationship with their neighbors has improved a lot, and their small business is booming again.
Ning Yuan was not very happy. Seeing that the military training was over in a few days, she had worked hard to practice self-defense for more than a month, but...
"Bang!" Ning Yuan's little face was pushed down to the floor by Rong Zhaonan, her facial features were distorted.
She could only slap the floor as hard as she could—a sign of surrender!
Rong Zhaonan picked her up from the mat on the floor like a rabbit before letting go.
Ning Yuan rubbed her face and stared at him unconvinced: "Why can I throw Instructor Jin over my shoulder, but I can't move even with you?"
It's really irritating, and this bastard didn't hold back at all. He pressed her face down at every turn, until her face was almost flattened!
There was a smile in Rong Zhaonan's cold eyes: "You know, Jin Yang and the others also gave in to you."
Ning Yuan was very frustrated and angry: "I didn't expect to win against you. Even if I just ask you to retreat, I will at least have a chance to escape!"
Self-defense is not to kill, but to defend yourself and save your life.
Rong Zhaonan looked at her unconvinced look, raised his eyebrows, and said in a hint of provocation: "I'll give you a chance to do it again. If you can let me step back, I will take you to target practice myself."
Ning Yuan's big eyes lit up and she stared at him: "Okay, if I can make you let go, you can lead me to target shooting!"
Their military training requires them to practice target shooting, and they have target practice almost every day, but serious target shooting is tomorrow, but they can only shoot old-fashioned rifles!
Rong Zhaonan clicked lightly and turned up his sleeves, revealing his long, beautiful and muscular forearms: "Okay, if you want to lose, brush my back for me."
This girl can make him back off, unless he gives in.
Ning Yuan was stunned and blushed for a moment. Was this person taking advantage of her? This was not something ordinary people could do in these conservative years.
Ke Rong Zhaonan's eyes were pure and indifferent, like a Taoist priest with a pure heart and few desires.
It was as if Ning Yuan was overthinking and getting interested in sex.
Ning Yuan couldn't hold it back, this dog, sometimes I really don't know what weird bad tricks he will do, and I don't know where he learned them.
Ning Yuan squinted her eyes and glanced past the window. There was no trace of the balloon sleeves she had hung there.
And it was gone the next day, she pretended to be unhappy and asked him.
Mr. Rong said very calmly that the quality of the imported balloons was not good and they all exploded in one night. He had no choice but to get rid of all the balloons.
What a very good reason!
But...
Ning Yuan withdrew her gaze, suddenly bowed, clenched her fist and rushed towards Rong Zhaonan.
