Her brother was too cool. His lovely sister made the cake herself and brought it back all the way from country R for him to eat, but he wasn't even touched at all.
Does he have a heart
Han Qiqing was so frustrated that she glanced at the cake, turned around, and walked out of the study with heavy steps.
The silent assistant on the side went to close the door.
Back at the table, the assistant, who knew that the man didn't like sweets, was ready to get rid of the cake.
"etc."
A cold voice stopped the assistant's movements.
"Just leave it."
The assistant was stunned for a moment, obviously a little surprised, but he didn't dare to ask any more questions. He nodded and stepped aside.
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In Han Qiqing's study.
She spread her hands forward on the table, like a helpless starfish.
"Miss Han, let's take a ten-minute break between classes." The teacher pushed up her sharp gold-rimmed glasses and said to her.
Han Qiqing whimpered, like a pitiful puppy that had been bullied.
After just one class, she couldn't stand it anymore.
The teacher said that she would have two classes in the evening after school every day and five classes on weekends.
After hearing this arrangement, Han Qiqing felt that she was hopeless.
Tutoring, tutoring, tutoring, tutoring after class, what fun else does she have in her life
No, she can't stand it!
Han Qiqing stood up suddenly, ignored the teacher's presence, and walked out of the study.
She must find a way.
She couldn't sit still and wait for death.
Don't let your happiness be wiped out by these tutorials!
She wants to fight!
Han Qiqing stood in the corridor outside, taking a deep breath at the scenery in the backyard, her mind racing, thinking about the advice given by Yin Shaojie.
Heart disease…
Han Qiqing touched her chin, thinking about this word and Yin Shaojie's subsequent analysis.
It seems that this is the only way to use it.
If it really didn't work, the worst she could do was let herself get sick. Anyway, it’s better than this damn tutoring!
With a heroic expression on her face, Han Qiqing walked towards her brother's study.
open the door.
"Brother, I have something to tell you..." He put on a melancholy expression.
"explain."
Her brother Bingshan didn't even raise his eyes this time. He held a pen with his slender fingers and the tip of the pen was like a flying dragon or a dancing phoenix, and signed his name at the end of the document.
Close the folder and hand it to the assistant beside you.
"Take it to the company." A cold voice ordered.
"Yes." The assistant nodded, quickly walked out of the study, and thoughtfully closed the door for the two of them.
In the study, only Han Qiqing and her brother Bingshan were left.
Originally, Han Qiqing was still thinking about how to call her assistant out so that she could talk to her brother alone.
Otherwise, if other people were watching, she would be afraid that she would ruin the show.
But when she was really alone with her brother, she couldn't help but feel timid.
Even though the heating was on in the room, she felt a little cold.
Rubbing her arms, Han Qiqing glanced at both sides before walking to the desk.
Inadvertently, I noticed the trash can beside the table.
Huh
Isn't this the cake box she brought back
The box is empty.
Could it be that he ate the cake
Han Qiqing looked at the stern man behind the table in disbelief and blinked in confusion.
In fact, when she brought the cake back, she didn't expect him to eat it.
Because in her impression, she had never seen her brother eat sweets, she just wanted to pretend that she had made them herself, to please him and impress him, so that it would be easier for her to talk.
Han Qiqing thought for a while.
Maybe my brother didn't eat the cake, maybe he gave it to his assistant.
(End of chapter)