In the early morning, accompanied by a crisp alarm, Teacher Yan opened his eyes blankly and looked at the ceiling above his head. Today, my body is as active as ever, almost like a volcanic eruption.
The physiological changes made him feel desperate. He tried to use a manual transmission to solve the problem, but desire was like sea water. The more he drank, the thirstier he became, and the thirstier he drank. Of course, he also tried to devote all his energy to work, but consciousness is consciousness, body is body, and the body does not care what he thinks.
He also searched for drug solutions to see if there were any drugs that could reduce his desire, but even the doctors in Putian did not have such a thing. The doctors online only asked him to arrange his life reasonably.
Reasonably arrange his life, true or false, if he can do it, will he see a doctor?
Ding Lingling.
The alarm clock rang again.
Song Wenbin reached out to press it and turned on the light.
Next to the alarm clock, there is a lonely photo. In the photo, Elon Musk is smiling brightly. This is a photo of them and the former world's richest man after Sutina came down from space.
Thinking that this guy was still managing several companies in his late fifties, and even had a bunch of ex-wives and children, Song Wenbin looked away sadly and sighed.
He is not yet thirty years old, but his energy has obviously reached its peak in this body, and he is suffering from himself.
With no other choice, Song Wenbin bent over and walked to the toilet holding on to the wall, took a shower, and then walked out of the house and started running.
After running and having breakfast, Song Wenbin received a call from work.
"Boss~ Good morning."
"Morning." The secretary's sweet voice made Song Wenbin look gloomy.
"There are a few foreign guests today, please remember." The secretary reminded him on the phone of today's work tasks.
"Yeah." Song Wenbin was weak.
"Boss, please remember to ask Teacher Huo to come over."
Since the popularity of Guo Zhiyue's space series, many foreign dealers have often come to Song Wenbin. Song Wenbin is not good at English. The secretary that Lao Zhang hired for him is a good match. He can do chores well. Once it comes to professional occasions, there is nothing you can do. At least her Chinese English with the Northeastern flavor is enough to make foreign friends confused. In addition, Sutina often runs around to attend various events. Therefore, before Whenever foreigners appeared, Huo Yu acted as translator.
After hanging up the phone, Song Wenbin hesitated for a moment and dialed Huo Yu's number.
"Hello."
Song Wenbin shouted.
"Say." After the call was connected, Huo Yu was very cold.
"Are you okay about what happened yesterday?" Song Wenbin asked guiltily.
"What happened yesterday?"
"Just...that..."
Song Wenbin found it difficult to talk about the bracelet.
"You want to say that I just sent the bracelet to where it should go." Huo Yu said coldly.
Song Wenbin felt chilled when he heard Huo Yu's business-like tone. When he thought of Su Tina, he felt even more ashamed. He had no choice but to bite the bullet and said cautiously: "There are foreigners coming to the factory today, how about you..."
"Let Sutina go, I'm busy."
After saying that, Huo Yu hung up the phone.
Song Wenbin looked at his phone and began to have a headache. He opened WeChat and tried to explain, but he felt that he was despicable and too utilitarian, so he deleted the typed text.
He had no choice but to call Sutina again, but this time it was even worse. No one answered the two calls in a row, and the third call was hung up directly.
Song Wenbin knew what was going on and knew that the other party had a strong opinion of him and was the kind of person who couldn't be coaxed in a short period of time, so he had no choice but to give up and stop harassing the other party.
Sitting in the living room at home, Song Wenbin felt lifeless for a moment. It was hard for him to imagine that this was the state he would be in after making millions.
Seeing that the two colleagues had broken up, but work still had to continue, Song Wenbin could only take a taxi back to City H. Accompanied by his secretary Dongbei Bingzi's Chinese-English speaking, he met the morning visitor.
In the afternoon, after finishing the day's affairs, Song Wenbin felt that continuing like this was no longer an option. Visitors were not a big deal, but new programs could start at any time. If he went abroad, neither Su Tina nor Huo Yu would be willing to help him translate. Then he would be in big trouble. Besides, if he really wants to go further and go to a higher place, he can't always not even know English.
Seeing that Su Tina still refused to answer the phone, Song Wenbin could only call Huo Yu again.
"what!"
Huo Yu was already very impatient when he answered the phone.
"I want to learn English." Song Wenbin said.
"It's none of my business if you learn English!" Huo Yu scolded him.
"Can you teach me?" Song Wenbin said in a low voice.
"I'm going to teach you shit!" Huo Yu choked on the phone: "If you don't let Sutina, a top student from a prestigious university, teach you, you let me teach you??"
"No, your language talent is also very good. Look, you can speak English and Cantonese. Look, you can also speak Japanese. It will be no problem to teach me." Song Wenbin said hurriedly.
There was a moment of silence.
Huo Yu on the phone sneered: "That's it?"
Song Wenbin was keenly aware that the other party was on the verge of hanging up the phone again, and his brain began to spin crazily, "Wait a minute!" He shouted: "Sutina won't teach me, she and I quarreled."
"Oh?" As expected, Huo Yu stopped hanging up the phone and asked with interest, "What's wrong with you?"
Song Wenbin's face flashed with convulsive pain, and then he said in a voice as thin as a mosquito's fly: "She...she wanted me to...take the company's money...to pay off the mortgage..."
Although Song Wenbin said it softly, Huo Yu, who was opposite, heard it clearly, and she suddenly laughed unscrupulously and briefly.
"ha!"
But for just a second, her laughter turned back to a cold inquiry: "Why does she ask you to pay the mortgage? What does your mortgage have to do with her?"
Song Wenbin's expression was so distorted that he was almost constipated. He pulled his hair tightly and begged like Director Ma being interviewed: "Huo Yu... don't ask, don't ask..."
"Are you guilty of being a thief? Teacher I hate you."
Huo Yu's voice became colder: "Huh? Misogynistic me?"
Song Wenbin was about to cry, but for his own strategic purposes, he could only calm down and plead: "Don't ask, don't ask, please."
"Oh, Teacher Yan, it's rare for you to be so cowardly. Aren't you afraid of being seen by fans?" Huo Yu didn't care about Song Wenbin's pain at all, and viciously rubbed salt into his wounds.
Song Wenbin was speechless and could only bear it silently.
"Speak, you scum."
Huo Yu saw Song Wenbin pretending to be dead, but had no intention of sparing him.
Song Wenbin was already sure that Huo Yu knew everything that happened at the pole, so he could only sigh, "I have nothing to say, I just want to learn some English."
"Why do you want to learn English? Don't you have little fans abroad who can translate for you?" Huo Yu asked lightly.
"I don't want a translator." Song Wenbin said honestly, "I want to improve myself."
"The sun is out in the west. How come you, a lazy guy like you, want to improve yourself?" Huo Yu questioned.
"I'm serious." Song Wenbin said seriously. He was indeed serious.
"Then you can coax Su Tina. She might be waiting for you to coax her. Use your best tongue. Or just pay off the mortgage." After saying that, Huo Yu said in a strange way: "You Don’t worry, Teacher Yan, I will definitely not tell anyone else, tsk tsk, one-on-one tutoring from a beautiful woman, it’s exciting to think about it, isn’t it?”
Although Song Wenbin felt guilty, he was also choked by Huo Yu's repeated yin and yang. He said, "Okay, let's talk about it later."
After saying that, he hung up the phone.
To be honest, the phone call twisted his gut.
It's rare that he really wants to study seriously for once...
But as soon as I hung up the phone, my phone received two text messages.
"Bitch!"
"Scum!"
They were all sent by Huo Yu.
"You have the nerve to call me a misogynist."
Song Wenbin deleted the text message at the speed of light and silently opened the boss direct recruitment to see if he could recruit an English tutor.
But the bombardment of text messages persisted.
"you are dead?"
"Pretending to be mute?"
"What's the benefit of me giving you extra lessons?"
Song Wenbin was stunned by the three consecutive questions. He looked at the price listed on Boss's direct recruitment list and replied: "300 an hour?"
"Are you sending beggars away?" Huo Yu replied fiercely.
Song Wenbin suddenly became happy and said, "Please give me a price."
"Ten thousand eleven hours!"
Huo Yushizi opened his mouth.
Song Wenbin gasped: "Your mouth is made of gold?"
"If you don't like it, please pay off the mortgage." Huo Yufa said.
Song Wenbin thought that the money he earned alone was only enough to take 300 hours of English classes.
"Okay." He replied: "Where to go?"
"Go to your house." Huo Yu replied.
…
At night, Song Wenbin couldn't wait to get home. At the speed of light, he rummaged through the wardrobe at home, dug out a pile of clothes that he didn't wear much, and began to change them. After a while, he was not satisfied, so he hurried to the mall next door. He bought two new spring coats and felt a little more comfortable. After returning home, he took out the Patek Philippe that Huo Yu had given him before and put it on his hand. After returning home, he really looked good with this Patek Philippe that Huo Yu had given him. The human-like dog-like smell came out.
After looking in the mirror for a while, he felt it was not enough. He actually dug out a bottle of Hermès Earth perfume that he had not used for several years and sprayed a little on his wrist.
After doing all this, he began to look at his phone anxiously, but Huo Yu didn't come even though he had clearly agreed to make up the class at seven o'clock. Song Wenbin didn't answer calls, and he was slow to reply to messages. He only returned on the way. .
Song Wenbin had no choice but to wait at home. It was only at 7:43 pm that Huo Yu sent a message saying that she had arrived. Song Wenbin rushed downstairs in three steps and two steps, and sure enough he saw Huo Yu standing by the building.
She put on a light make-up, and her yellowish-reddish hair was tied back. She looked very cool. What was even more incredible was that she actually wore a shirt that exposed her navel for the first time, and a short black leather skirt on her lower body. Wearing black stockings and black Martin boots, the whole person looks extremely cool.
Song Wenbin's heart stopped for a beat, then he showed a bright smile and walked to Huo Yu in three or two steps, "Hello, Teacher Huo."
Huo Yu's eyes swept across his wrist, showing a faint smile, and then said contemptuously: "Do you have the book?"
"without…"
Of course Song Wenbin, the gay kid, has no books. All his books were sold to scrap collectors after he dropped out of high school.
Huo Yu opened the trunk, took out a bag from inside, stuffed it into his arms, and said disgustedly: "Pit! You didn't learn anything from the book!"
"I know you brought it for me." Song Wenbin felt the weight of the bag and said with a smile.
Snapped!
Huo Yu pulled out a black pointer from the GTR and said, "No, you have to bring a full set."
Song Wenbin looked at the professional pointer in Huo Yu's hand, swallowed, and his smile slowly disappeared.
When the two of them took the elevator upstairs, Song Wenbin saw Huo Yu in the elevator mirror, pointed at his navel and couldn't help but whisper: "Aren't you cold?"
Huo Yu glared at him, "I'm exercising, you care about me!?"
Song Wenbin didn't say anything until the two of them walked down the stairs and came to the door. Huo Yu sneered and said, "You still wear perfume, why are you so sullen?"
Song Wenbin blushed, "No way, it smells like shampoo."
"You think my nose is blind, right?" Huo Yu secretly put his knee on Song Wenbin's butt, kicked him in, and sneered: "I bought two new clothes, and I didn't even tear off the tags."
"No way, I'll tear it apart...!" Song Wenbin shouted, reaching out to touch it. His face instantly turned red when he reacted, and he protested loudly: "You haven't seen it, it's just the one I just bought, right? There are so many clothes you haven't seen before. It’s here!”
boom!
Huo Yu closed the door and changed his face at the speed of light.
She stared at Song Wenbin coldly. Song Wenbin was stunned by the speed of her change of expression. He seemed to be joking and laughing just now.
"Where's the money."
she said coldly.
"ah??"
Song Wenbin was stunned.
"We agreed on the price on the phone. Don't try to play tricks on me. You are just my colleague and our relationship is not that familiar." Huo Yu emphasized.
Song Wenbin didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and argued: "You are still forty minutes late. Do you have a tutor like you? Moreover, even if I go for a massage, I will pay for it! How can I ask for money?"
Huo Yu's expression suddenly changed, and he slapped Song Wenbin on the head, making him jump: "What are you doing!?"
"You still give a fucking massage??"
Huo Yu sternly scolded: "Are you still like a public figure?!"
"formal!!"
Song Wenbin went crazy: "What are you thinking! I went with Lao Zhang!"
"I believe you are evil!" Huo Yu took out his pointer and pointed it at Song Wenbin: "Tell me! What did you do behind the scenes in the show!?"
"Why are you doing this!" Looking at the coach Song Wenbin, he was scared and annoyed. He was worried that Huo Yu would be prosecuted, so he quickly changed the subject: "I'll give you money, and you can teach me English, isn't it enough!?"
Snapped!
Huo Yu, who saw through Song Wenbin's intention, sneered and put away his whip, and looked at Song Wenbin coldly: "Not even one point less!"
Song Wenbin obediently transferred 10,000 yuan to Huo Yu via WeChat, but she accepted it honestly and politely. After collecting the money, she couldn't help but drag Song Wenbin to the study room. He took out a primary school English textbook from his bag and asked, "Can you know the twenty-six letters?"
"I'm not an idiot. I can still understand things like apple, banana, cat, and dog." Song Wenbin groaned.
"Then you are so good, you are as good as a second grader in elementary school." Huo Yu said.
Song Wenbin was annoyed by Teacher Huo and said angrily: "You took the money and you still think my skills are poor. Is there a teacher like you?"
"Stop talking nonsense and make me some tea."
Huo Yuyi gave orders.
(End of chapter)
