A Silver Guster turned a corner and drove towards the narrow green tree-lined road, which was quiet on the side of the road.
There is soothing classical music playing in the car.
"Mr. and Madam are not at home tonight," said the driver in front, "Maybe you will be back very late, so Madam asked me to tell you to be self-disciplined when you are alone at home."
Bo Jian leaned on the back seat of the car, propped his head up and let out a "hmm".
The driver paused for a while, and then said: "Madam also told me that if you don't have any plans of your own this weekend, she has prepared some peer gatherings and extracurricular training for you..."
Bo Jian closed his eyes: "There are arrangements, so I won't go."
The driver was a little embarrassed, but it was expected, and replied: "Okay."
The Bo family paid him a salary, but he didn't have much work, basically just taking the boss's son to and from school. By the way, do some relatively private things. For example, when Mr. and Mrs. are busy, help them speak to Bo Jian.
But most of the time, Mr. and Mrs. are busy.
The Bo family is a typical wealthy family with a man and a woman. Mr. Bo Xian is a well-known entrepreneur in S City. He is busy with meetings and events every day. His wife Ke Ying has many social activities and basically stays away from home all day long.
But Mr. and Mrs. have high demands on their only child.
The driver slowed down for a while, and then said: "But Madam said that if you don't want to go according to her arrangement, remember to make a time plan that uses every minute and send it to her before Saturday."
Bo Jian closed his eyes and feigned sleep, his expression was so tired that he didn't even bother to answer.
Unsurprisingly, no one was home.
Bo Jian went straight upstairs, locked the door habitually, and hung his schoolbag on the vertical hook at the door.
He stood for a while.
Bo gradually got used to finishing his homework before school was over. Like today's last class, there was an accident, and he stood in the corridor for half the class, but after returning, he still finished the last physics paper.
If there is no "just report" at the front desk, maybe he will have nothing to do in half of the class.
Bo Jian laughed in a low voice, raised his hand again, and unzipped the schoolbag.
On the outer layer, he took out a small wooden picture frame. Clean and bright.
There is an ugly crayon drawing framed.
Bo Jian looked at it for a while, then pulled out the bracket, and put it on his desk.
The theme of the handwritten newspaper homework assigned by Ah Cai is "Autumn is here".
Ah Cai huddled on the carpet in the living room, laying down on his stomach and drawing handwritten newspapers, while Jiang Huai squatted beside him and offered a trick: "In autumn... you can draw a few yellow grasshoppers, the ones with several legs that can fly."
Ah Cai ignored him.
Jiang Huai felt that what he said was very reasonable, so he took out his mobile phone: "Wait a minute, I'll find some photos for you, you can follow the pictures..."
The phone vibrated.
A message arrives.
BJ: Did you do your homework? ·v·
Jiang Huai paused for a few seconds. He pretended not to see it, put his phone in his pocket again, and continued to give A Cai technical guidance: "No, the grasshopper is too difficult, you can't draw... let's draw a few yellow persimmons, this is a good drawing, first use Draw a circle with a yellow crayon…”
A Cai's ears moved, and the reflection arc circled the earth: "Photo!"
She stretched out her hand: "Brother, the photo!"
Jiang Huai's eyelids twitched, pretending not to understand: "I am your brother, what photo do you want?"
Ah Cai pointed at him: "You...Jianghuai!"
Ah Cai's "brother" refers specifically to this brat Bo Jian.
Jiang Huai didn't know who the hell he learned it from. Bo Jian is an idol, fans call him brother?
Jiang Huai regretted it a bit, when he introduced himself to Ah Cai for the first time...he said "I am Jiang Huai", if he had said "I am your only brother", then there would be nothing wrong with him.
Jiang Huai didn't give him the phone, Ah Cai frowned enough to kill mosquitoes: "Photos, handwritten newspapers!"
Jiang Huai: "... you want to draw a handwritten newspaper with Bo Jian's photo?"
Ah Cai nodded.
JAC: "..."
Holding his phone, he sneered and asked, "Bo Jian has something to do with Autumn? Are you afraid that the teacher will give you zero marks when you draw Bo Jian? You don't know Bo Jian, so why doesn't he draw me when he draws handwritten newspapers?"
Jiang Huai spoke quickly, and Ah Cai looked confused.
So she went to pick out her pocket directly, and didn't bother with Jiang Huai.
Jiang Huai took a deep breath, silently said "My sister can't keep it, sooner or later this day will come", and pushed A Cai's hand away: "Wait a minute, I'll get some new ones for you."
Ah Cai understood what he said, thought for a while, nodded, and lay down on the carpet again, returning to the business of hand-written newspapers and graffiti.
Bo Jian casually turned his pen and waited for a while.
Jiang Huai didn't reply to him.
It was getting dark, so he got up and drew the curtains. Before he could sit down, his phone rang with a message.
The real strong man: Chairman, do you have a picture
Bo Jian's lips curled up unconsciously.
BJ: What photo
The real powerhouse: your photos.
BJ: What do you want my picture for
This reply took a while.
The real powerhouse: watch.
BJ: Observation
The real strong: Yes, look at your photos and learn from you.
BJ: Oh, would you mind telling me, how did you observe me
Watch your mom. JAC thought.
The real strong man: just take it with you, and take a look at it when you think of it.
BJ: Oh, how much to see
The real powerhouse: ok.
BJ: So where do you usually look
The real powerhouse: …
Jianghuai blankly deleted every word in the input column "Where did you get so many comments, do you want to give me a photo or not?"
The real strong: look at your handsome face and strong body.
Bo Jian's hands paused for a while.
BJ: Are you okay
The real strong:
BJ: I'm not very fit.
Bo Jian lowered his eyelashes, thought for a while, then leaned back, his fingertips raised the lower corner of his white shirt.
Ah Cai drew a little sun, got up again and reached for Jianghuai's cell phone: "Brother, take a picture!"
Jiang Huai frowned: "Wait, it hasn't been sent yet, you go..."
Before he finished speaking, Jiang Huai stood up abruptly.
Ah Cai was caught off guard and fell on the carpet.
The real strong: ? ?
Bo Jian just sent a photo.
The hem of the shirt of the school uniform was hooked up, revealing the tight belly, the outline of the abdominal muscles was slightly sunken downwards, the shadow was heavy, and the small half of the mermaid line on the crotch could be vaguely seen.
BJ: Not very muscular, is it? ·v·
The real powerhouse: …
BJ: By the way, have you done your homework
BJ: If you lose any of your test papers, you can find me. I will code all the answers and send them to you after taking photos.
The real powerhouse: …
BJ: What's the matter
REALLY POWER: Can you pull back that photo at the top and send me a full body shot of you instead
after awhile.
BJ: No way.
The Real Strong: Why
BJ: Front desk, we're not close enough that I can give you nude pictures.
The real strong: ? ? ?
BJ: Okay, I'm going to eat, bye.
The real strong: ?
Real powerhouse: Who the hell said they want you to take nude photos
The real strong: in ? Retract that photo above before eating
Bo Jian didn't come back.
Ah Cai grabbed the Jianghuai school uniform: "Photo?"
"Photo?" Jiang Huai turned his head and asked sinisterly.
Ah Cai nodded bravely.
The corners of Jiang Huai's lips twitched: "Your brother Bo Jian will be gone next Monday, be obedient, and don't ask me for a photo of someone who is about to leave this world."
Ah Cai trembled a little.
Jiang Huai directly deleted WeChat, found a few photos of persimmons on the Internet and threw them to A Cai: "Do your homework well, and I will cook."
Ah Cai held his mobile phone and watched Jiang Huai enter the kitchen.
Then close the browser and enter the system album.
The author has something to say: Chairman: ·v·