The aroma of coffee in the western restaurant is so strong that it's annoying.
Mu Aizhen also saw Mu Qingyun, and her already bad mood suddenly worsened. She was on her own path, desperately seizing every opportunity to climb up, and seeing this man immediately disturbed her mood.
She raised her head coldly, glanced at Gao Xiaowei, and said impatiently: "Whether I will be hurt or who I get close to is none of your business?"
Gao Xiaowei was silent and raised his head stiffly.
Mu Aizhen frowned, with an impatient look on her face: "If you have nothing to do, don't keep looking for me. Our school will organize students to study abroad recently. If you can't speak well, you won't be able to go. My mother asked someone to find a teacher for me. Every day I have to take extra classes, so I’m really busy.”
Before she could finish her words, she had already left in a hurry.
Gao Xiaowei stared at her back for a long time before raising his hand to cover his red and hot eyes.
Aizhen is currently studying at Wanhua Middle School, a private school in Taoshi. He has heard that the students there have annual incomes of at least two to three million.
Although the number of one million is not that much, even in the eyes of those who are truly wealthy, there is no difference between one million and those with annual incomes of hundreds of thousands or tens of thousands.
But this is indeed a huge threshold for people like them.
After all, the tuition fee alone is 68,000 yuan a year, and with various miscellaneous fees, it is more than 200,000 yuan. But tuition and miscellaneous fees are still the smallest part of this year's fees. Once admitted, do you want to participate in various research activities? Do you want to participate in the training?
Gao Xiaowei has been sensible since he was a child. Unlike other people of his age, he knows how to deal with the world.
Looking at the direction in which Mu Aizhen was going, Gao Xiaowei felt a little pain in his heart. He didn't blame Aizhen. He knew that Aizhen was really getting anxious.
However, he couldn't continue like this.
He didn't know anything else, but he understood that he hoped that in Aizhen's eyes, heart, and life, he would be the most important person, and only himself.
As soon as Mu Qingyun returned home and changed his clothes, Mr. Qiao brought a group of people to the door.
They were all Qiao's construction engineers. As soon as they arrived, they entered the basement and started working.
Mr. Qiao didn't go to the study, he greeted her casually, sat on the white jade stone steps outside the eight carved doors, and pulled the commonly used small square table in front of him.
After Mu Qingyun finished his homework for today, he saw through the study window that Mr. Qiao was wearing a white shirt, with the collar unbuttoned and the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, revealing his supple and beautiful muscles in the cold wind.
There were two computers on the square table in front of him, and a large seventy-inch display screen was hung on the front shelf.
With the boss there, as soon as Jia Junhao entered the house, he diligently went to the kitchen to cook the soup.
Mu Qingyun usually brews this decoction once every three days, and every time he drinks it, he can 'see' his strength increase a little bit.
Its benefits are by no means just an increase in strength visible to the naked eye.
Every time after high-intensity training, Mu Qingyun feels very happy. With 'God Rewarding Difficulties', she doesn't know how to complain mentally, but her body is still a mortal body, still stiff and numb, like rusty iron. But as soon as the decoction is soaked, the limbs are stretched, and the gentle and gentle power nourishes the body from the inside out, and I feel much more relaxed all of a sudden.
Mu Qingyun now has mastered the skill of poking her feet. Jia Junhao did not tell her, but privately boasted to Mr. Qiao that he was a famous teacher and a hundred times better than his master.
His master took him to practice martial arts, and after practicing for three or two years, his disciple could only achieve half a month's worth of martial arts.
Mu Qingyun felt proud, but she wanted to brew the medicinal soup more and more actively. The boxing skills were advanced too fast. In addition to the benefits of comfort, only she knew the clamor of various parts of the body.
For example, the appetite increased greatly.
If she doesn't make some medicinal soup one day and stuffs half a backpack of chocolates, Snickers bars, milk, cakes, and bread into her backpack every day, she will eat them all without even using them for half a day, and she won't be able to do anything. I was so hungry that my chest pressed against my back, and I felt terribly uncomfortable.
But after eating too much of this mess, if nothing else, my wallet was a little overwhelmed.
Mr. Qiao is very generous. He gave me a lot of money when he went back to the ancient city last time. But most of that money was spent on the decoration, maintenance, and basement expansion of the Mu family's old house. She also had to save money to go to college.
The cost of going to college is definitely not small, so you have to plan for a rainy day. Is it possible that after she goes to college, she really asks her mother to use her private money to support her and pay her tuition?
In addition to not being able to bear it in my wallet, my stomach is also a little bit unbearable.
The day before yesterday, Jia Junhao noticed that her stomach qi was abnormal, so he adjusted her bathing prescription.
In the final analysis, taking a medicinal bath is the most cost-effective. After all, it is Mr. Qiao who is responsible for picking up the wallet.
Mr. Qiao said that this was an early investment for Teacher Xiaofang.
According to him, for something like this, you must invest in it in advance so that it can be used smoothly when it comes time to use it. If you don’t burn incense or worship Buddha at ordinary times, and then knock on the temple door when you need blessings from gods and Buddhas, will it be useful?
Even if it is useful, gods and Buddhas must first take care of those people who have prepared favors early.
Mu Qingyun couldn't help but sigh, Mr. Qiao's business ability is really amazing. If it wasn't for making money, Qiao's would have gone bankrupt a hundred times with this attitude of spending money like water.
After soaking in the medicinal bath for half an hour, Mu Qingyun went to the kitchen and baked a dozen pizzas on a plate, sliced the steamed bacon, cut the tiger eggs in half, and added a few cucumber strips. He brushed a roll of sauce on the pizzas and started by himself. I ate two rolls in one go, then opened a pack of seaweed and shrimp to make soup.
Porridge and cakes are the best thing to eat in the evening. However, there is a lot of homework today. Teacher Jia is preparing a lesson plan and will teach her history later. She really doesn’t have time. Mr. Xiao Fang has been missing recently. It would be a bit embarrassing for Mr. Qiao to cook. Porridge will lose its flavor after a short time, so seaweed and shrimp soup comes in handy.
This is an instant soup bag. Mu Qingyun has been drinking it since he was a child. If he goes to the supermarket and buys a large package of the mass-produced version, he can drink it for a month for only 20 yuan.
Sometimes her father and Sun Xiaomei went out with their two children. Mu Qingyun didn't have any money to spare, so he would make rice with the seaweed and shrimp soup, or just eat it with steamed buns. It was delicious and not bad at all.
Jia Junhao came over and brought a bowl of soup and a roll. He turned to Qiao Qing and asked, "Mr. Qiao, do you want to eat it?"
"eat."
Mu Qingyun brought him rolls and soup.
This guy in Kunlun can tell if someone else's shrimps are out to sea within two hours.
He wouldn't eat anything even remotely delicious, but he enjoyed eating the rolls right now, and he didn't mind drinking the soup mixed with this industrial flavor.
The three of them sat on the jade steps and ate together.
While eating, Jia Junhao and Qiao Qing chatted for a long time about Fang Zhilong, who came to play in the gym.
Qiao Qing didn't even move her eyebrows and said, "It's okay. It's normal to test, but at the moment the family doesn't take Ah Qing seriously, which is good. We're not happy to play with them now."
Mu Qingyun nodded solemnly.
Today, her math homework consisted of two papers. In addition to the twelve-page exercise book, her Chinese homework also had an argumentative essay to write. There was also a mountain of homework from other subjects.
I really have no time to care about this so-called good thing whose success rate is less than one percent.
