Mrs. Wang was surprised after hearing this, she ran to the bed without wiping her face, and asked mysteriously, "Who is behind her?"
"Don't ask if you shouldn't! Sleep!"
Mrs. Wang said with a sullen face: "Okay! As long as we can get our son back, I will bear her for a while longer!"
On the second floor, Wang Qingyu's bedroom.
After returning to the bedroom, Wang Qingyu looked at his face in the mirror, and the expression on his face gradually became ferocious.
After a while, she took out her mobile phone and called the counselor Liu Tiansheng.
"Professor Liu, I'm Wang Qingyu,"
A very polite voice came over there immediately, "Oh, it's Qingyu, I heard that you have found your biological parents, congratulations!"
Wang Qingyu smiled slightly, "Professor Liu's news is still so well informed."
"Haha, why are you looking for me so late?"
"Yes, I was beaten by Fang Xiaoyun today, and I stayed in the hospital for a day. A student like her with bad character and violent tendencies is really not worthy of studying in the Imperial Capital."
Before Liu Tiansheng opened his mouth, Wang Qingyu continued: "I heard that your daughter works in my father's company. I will definitely introduce her to my father if I have the opportunity. Professor Liu, you are so outstanding, and your daughter must be very capable. right?"
"Qingyu, don't worry, beating someone is wrong! I will report this matter truthfully and get Fang Xiaoyun fired!"
"Thank you, Professor Liu."
Wang Qingyu hung up the phone, his eyes were full of cruelty.
*
Early the next morning, Xi Zhimo originally wanted to prepare breakfast for Ye Xi himself, but when he entered the kitchen, he found that he knew nothing.
In desperation, he sent a message asking Mu Feng to buy it and send it over.
Not long after, the doorbell rang, and Mu Feng came over with seven or eight bags full of breakfast.
As soon as Xi Zhimo opened the door, he heard Ye Xi's voice coming out of the bedroom.
He hurriedly took the breakfast and said to Mufeng furtively, "Don't talk, wait for me in the underground garage."
Mu Feng covered his mouth in a daze, and turned to leave. Before he left, he realized that something was wrong. He turned his head and glanced at the house number, 20-6!
Mu Feng: "???" Doesn't the boss live 20-7? These two live together?
Yexi came over and asked with a dark face, "Who were you talking to just now?"
Xi Zhimo hurriedly closed the door, "It's for delivery, I bought you breakfast, come and have a taste."
The two sat face to face at the dining table, which was filled with all kinds of breakfast.
Xi Zhimo only took milk, a sandwich, and an egg, and gave the rest to Yexi.
Yexi looked at him coldly, "You eat so much and buy so much? Do you know it's shameful to waste?"
As she said that, she gave him another half, "Give it to me! Don't even think about leaving this door if you can't finish eating!"
"Ahem—"
Xi Zhimo just took a sip of milk and almost spit it out.
"What? Do you have an opinion?"
The man shook his head, "No." Then he picked up the sandwich and put it in his mouth gracefully.
Half an hour later, Yexi finished his part, while Xi Zhimo only ate half of it.
At this moment, Fang Xiaoyun sent her a WeChat message, and she got up immediately after reading it, and ordered: "Clean up the table after eating, I'm going to school first."
After Yexi left, Xi Zhimo looked at the table full of food with a bitter face, showing a wry smile.
He bought so much because he didn't know what she liked to eat, so he bought all kinds of breakfast, but in the end he still didn't know what she liked to eat.
He touched his already full stomach, and continued to eat slowly.
Half an hour later, he finally finished eating and cleaned the table before going to 20-7 to take a good shower.
The closet was full of his clothes. He looked at it for a while and chose a shirt that was one size bigger than he usually wore.
Then, he chose the scarf, trousers, wristwatch, and leather shoes that matched the shirt.
When he went out again, he looked like a cold and dignified domineering president, in stark contrast to the appearance of just rolling up his sleeves to clean up the dining table.
There are a few cuties in our book friend group, o(╥﹏╥)o
(end of this chapter)