At the beginning of February, when Ningcheng was the coldest, Shen Hun returned to school.
The first thing is to find Zhang Fan to cancel the fake.
The second thing is to make up for the missing course.
Zhang Fan asked a few questions routinely, and Shen Hou answered one by one, and presented relevant certification materials issued by the hospital.
"... Not an excuse?" Zhang Fan raised his eyebrows, slightly surprised.
Looking at the pile of receipts in my hand, I was really sick like that.
Shen Hou's expression remained unchanged, his eyes open.
Instead, he stared at Zhang Fan a little embarrassed: "Ah... Now there is nothing wrong with your body, right?"
She hummed.
"That's good, go back to class." Zhang Fan waved his hand, "Right, there is another question."
"?"
"Although you have taken sick leave, the course records are indispensable. You must find a way to keep up with the progress and hand in the assignments that should be completed."
"Oh." Shen Hui turned and left.
Zhang Fan patiently read the receipts, and wondered: "Is it really sick?"
…
It is not the first time that Shen Hou does not make up for the absence of class.
Before, she hadn't come to class when she was hospitalized in a car accident, but she still didn't affect her study progress, and now she is even more comfortable.
During this time, Miao Miao attended class more seriously than ever before.
Not for anything else, just to get Shen Hou a detailed note.
"... It's been hard work, pay rise next month."
Miao Miao's eyes beamed, stood attentively for a while, and then bowed: "Thank you, brother!"
Shen Wei paused his eyes, smiled and raised her chin, looking left and right.
Miao Miao's cheeks were flushed, her black eyes blinked shyly and wisely, she was shy: "Big brother, don't you... people will be shy..."
Shen Hun smoothly pinched her smooth face, "Well, I lost a lot of weight."
Miao Miao smiled more brilliantly.
She asked again: "How many catties?"
Miao Miao stretched out her index finger and compared a 1.
Shen Hou raised his eyebrows: "Ten Jin?"
"Hey..."
"That's right, if that's the case, the salary won't go up."
"?" Miao Miao looked confused.
"Hey, I'm afraid you will be ecstatic, I can't help but eat and drink." After speaking, he took away the notebook, turned and left.
Miao Miao: [Black Question Mark Face] jpg
Did she do something wrong...
It took only three days for Shen Hou to finish all the lessons that he had left before, and to finish three class assignments in one go.
An "Investment Plan".
A "Financial Analysis Form".
A paper on "Statistical Principles and the Application of Financial Market Data".
In a blink of an eye, mid-February.
During this period, Shen Hou lived in Dongli Villa for a long time and returned to the old house very few times.
Shen Chunjiang has no objection to this, on the contrary, he is happy to see the result.
Since the relationship between her and Quan Hanting was exposed, it quickly spread throughout the Ningcheng social circle. Shen Chunjiang thought he was hugging Phaeton's thigh, and it was very good for a while.
But soon, he discovered that this kind of scenery was limited to people, but in fact, he did not benefit from it.
At the beginning, he could comfort himself, take it slowly, Quan Hanting is not an ordinary person, so he can't easily get confused.
But for a long time, it is inevitable to be impatient.
After all, a golden mountain is in front of him, but he can't even scrape off a little gold dust. This sensation that can be seen and cannot be eaten is like a blunt knife cutting the heart—painful and unbearable.
Therefore, Shen Chunjiang was anxious.
"... Tomorrow A Qian's birthday, I am going to hold a small banquet at home, remember to come back early."
Having said that, Shen Hun had no reason to refuse, and she did not intend to refuse: "Okay."
End the call with a smile.
Early the next morning, Shen Wei got up on time.
Just sitting up, he was pushed back by the man and clasped tightly in his arms.
The big palm went down the waistline, fanning the flames all the way.
"Don't make trouble." Shen Hou stopped.
Quan Hanting paused, frowning, his temper was obviously coming up.
Shen Hou sighed lightly: "Aren't you crazy enough last night?"
"It's not too crazy for you."
"..." The rogue.
The man who wakes up in the morning can't be offended, but the key is that Shen Hou didn't provoke it at all, so the trouble was posted by herself, and she was also helpless.
"Not today."
The man raised his eyebrows and asked why.
Shen Xu propped up his chest and propped up his upper body: "Something is going on."
"what's up?"
She turned around and sat upright, with her naked back like white porcelain facing Quan Hanting, her spine lined downwards, forming a beautiful arc, as if the man's soul would be taken away in the next second.
Quan Hanting couldn't help but touch it, and followed the line gently with his fingertips.
Smooth and delicate.
Shen Wei trembled all over, and he couldn't bear the provocation he deliberately made.
Especially the rough fingertips with gentle force, as if a burst of electric current passed by, startled countless tremors.
The man's suggestion was so obvious that Shen Hun's response was only to turn around and put a kiss on his lips: "Goodbye, don't tease, I have something to do."
"What the hell is going on?" The voice sank, it was an unsatisfied depression, not aimed at Shen Hou.
"Go back to Shen's house."
"?"
"My brother's birthday."
Shen Qian
When Quan Hanting heard the name and thought of this person, that damn bracelet-Tears of Ares appeared in his mind!
His complexion was suddenly hard to see the extreme: "Don't go!"
Shen Hun knew what he minded, so he calmed down softly: "It's just a cutscene, and won't stay for too long." She also wanted to explore Shen Chunjiang's tone.
Seeing that there is more than a month to sail, it should be over here. She also wants to enter Mingda while Shen Ru is away and Shen Yan is in a coma.
And Shen Qian is bound to oppose, so Shen Chunjiang's support becomes particularly important.
So this time, she had to go, and she had to do her best to play the role of "filial piety".
Quan Hanting: "I'm with you."
Shen Hun refused.
"Reason." The man was expressionless.
Shen Hun twisted his chest, not knowing whether it was intentional or unintentional, and just touched that point.
The man shook his whole body and his breathing became rapid.
"Do you know what you look like to those in the Shen family?"
"?"
"A piece of fragrant pork belly."
"..."
Shen Hou: "What if I take you there and everyone wants to come up and take a bite if I smell the meat?"
Quan Hanting thought for a while, serious: "I only let you lick it."
"But I don't even want to let others smell it, what should I do?"
What else can I do
Of course not.
Shen Hou's desire for exclusivity greatly satisfied the man's vanity, and Quan Hanting was very useful.
"...I will pick you up after it's over?"
"it is good."
At ten o'clock in the morning, Shen Hou returned to the old house.
Shen Chunjiang and Yang Lan were not there. Only Shen Qian was sitting on the sofa in the huge living room. A financial program was playing on the TV. The host was humorous and witty, translating boring financial terms into easy-to-understand terms.
"I'm back?" He turned his head and looked at the hallway, his tone faintly.
"Yeah." Shen Hou changed his slippers and walked over, with a decent smile on his lips: "Happy birthday, brother."
Shen Qian put down the remote control and stood up, his eyes gloomy, as if to look into the depths of her soul.
For a long while, he twitched the corners of his mouth, as if mockingly: "I thought you were going to hide from me for a lifetime and never return to this home."
"Hiding?" Shen Hou's expression remained unchanged: "Why should I hide?"
He lowered his head and leaned close, the hot breath sprayed on the woman's ears, and Shen Hou stepped back subconsciously, but he held his shoulders strongly, unable to move—
"Hou Hou, you are a liar. You know everything, but you have to pretend to be a fool."
She grabbed a smile, her eyes were cold, "I don't know that there are many situations, pretending to be stupid is one kind, and there are also "don't want to know", "disdain to know", "no need to know"..."
The shoulders suddenly tightened, pain followed one after another, but Shen Wei's eyes were calm.
It is as solemn as the distant mountains, and as wide as the sea, as if it can contain everything in this world, except for... him.
A trace of shame appeared on the man's face, but it was soon covered by gentleness.
Shen Qian gave a low laugh, and suddenly closed his hands: "Birthday wishes, I accept them."
"You're welcome. Who made me your sister? Now the third generation of the Shen family is the only two of us who are okay. There will be opportunities in the future..."
He smiled elegantly, but his eyes throbbed with excitement that didn't match his temperament: "Really? I'm looking forward to it."
Shen Hun stopped talking nonsense and went straight upstairs to the room.
boom-
The slamming of the door was loud enough to be heard on the first floor, with a hint of anger and venting.
Then Shen Qian smiled.
"I'm still a little girl who hasn't grown up..." The tone was helpless, her eyes drowned.
If Yang Lan was there, and seeing Shen Qian's expression at this moment, she would definitely go crazy on the spot.
Because that has exceeded the limit of connivance that the brother should have to the sister.
…
The room has been unoccupied for a long time, but it has not fallen into dust. It can be seen that the servant does not forget to clean it every day.
The cactus on the windowsill did not show any signs of dying. On the contrary, it was alive and fattened.
Shen Hun promised Shen Chunjiang to come back early, but Shen Chunjiang did not see anyone, and only left Shen Qian at home...
Really interesting!
She took out her mobile phone and started to process the mail. Two hours passed in a blink of an eye.
At noon, the sun rarely appeared, and ten thousand golden rays of light pierced through the clouds and fell on the earth, and a golden splendor fell.
Shen Wei opened the window, and the cold air rushing towards his face was not half warmed by the warmth of the sun, but still engulfed the coldness that was immersed in the bone marrow.
Knock knock—
Suddenly, there was a knock on the door.
She opened the door, stood still, and unexpectedly saw Shen Qian's handsome face with a gentle smile.
There is no complaint, as if there is no unhappiness between the two.
But the faint pain in his left shoulder clearly reminded Shen Hou what had happened not long ago.
Shen Qian: "My parents are back, go downstairs to eat."
The banquet time is set in the evening, and the servants have begun to set up, coming in and out in an orderly manner.
"Dad, auntie." When he arrived in the dining room, Shen Hun called for someone.
Shen Chunjiang had already put on a kind and close face: "When did Houhou come back? Hurry, sit down and eat."
She pulled away the chair and sat down next to Shen Chunjiang.
On the other side is Yang Lan.
As for Shen Qian, he naturally ranked under Shen Hou, but he didn't care.
"Why is Liu Ye not with you?"
Halfway through the meal, Shen Chunjiang finally couldn't help but ask.
Shen Wei later realized that he reacted, and said: "He has been very busy recently."
Shen Chunjiang immediately expressed a bit of regret: "You said that you are both boy and girl friends, and the relationship has been open for a long time, but Liu Ye has been reluctant to come home. This..."
Shen Qian clenched his chopsticks tightly, no one noticed except himself.
Shen Hun seemed to have not understood the hints in Shen Chunjiang’s words, and did not take up the stubborn discord. He only warmly said: "He said that his identity is special, and the cooperative relationship between Phaeton and Mingda is there. If you rush to the door, you will only I'm afraid you will be uncomfortable."
Shen Chunjiang wants to say: I am not afraid! It will not be uncomfortable!
It's a pity that I can't save anything after saying it, but it makes myself seem eager for quick success.
Think about it or give it up.
"Tonight's banquet, you entertain the guests as the host. Butler Zhou will be there to remind you to pay attention to some rules and taboos. By the way, you will also understand our family's relations."
This is to bring Shen Hou to recognize people.
It is equivalent to indirectly acknowledging her identity as "Miss Shen San".
Snapped-
Yang Lan dropped the chopsticks directly.
Shen Chunjiang's eyebrows tightened: "What are you doing?"
She glanced at Shen Hou, with obvious disgust, and finally returned her gaze to Shen Chunjiang's face, "Have you discussed this matter with me?"
"What is there to discuss?"
"As the hostess of this house, don't I even have the right to speak?" The tone was sharp, and the full of resentment was merged into this question.
"Mom..." Shen Qian shook his head at her, motioning not to say anything.
Yang Lan has a grudge against Shen Chunjiang, but she is very convinced of Shen Qian.
He didn't continue to make trouble, suffocated his breath, didn't even eat food, and walked away directly.
Shen Chunjiang was not in a good mood either, and after barely sitting for two minutes, he also left with his chopsticks.
Only Shen Qian and Shen Hou, like the okay people, eat their own food.
Midway, Shen Qian also picked up vegetables for her by himself.
Shen Wei said thank you softly.
No matter from any aspect, from any angle, how to look at it, they are a pair of brothers and sisters with good affection.
At four o'clock in the afternoon, the costume artist and the makeup artist appeared in Shen Hun's room carrying large and small items, carrying large and small bags.
"Miss San, here are the latest evening dresses from major brands of the season. Which one do you like?"
Shen Hou followed his finger with a white one.
Next is the boring and lengthy makeup process.
At six o'clock, night fell, and the carefully arranged lights finally came in handy, decorating this quaint old mansion with colorful lights.
At seven o'clock, Shen Wei went downstairs to entertain the guests.
Zhou Qingfu introduced to her who had come.
"This is the president of Chengjin Group..."
"This is the CEO of Linhua Industry..."
Zhou Qingfu found that Shen Hou's memory was very good, even to an astonishing level.
No matter how many people, what kind of complicated identities, and the huge network of contacts behind this individual, if he has said it again, Shen Wei can remember exactly.
"you… "
Shen Wei raised his eyes and looked at him, without a half-threatening gaze, but Zhou Qingfu's neck was chilled.
He quickly changed his words and replaced "you" with "you", "... have you known before?"
"I want to, but I have to have this opportunity."
Zhou Qingfu secretly scolded himself confused.
These important interpersonal relationships cannot be easily understood without the conscious guidance and explanation of experienced hands.
This is the accumulation of time, the precipitation of countless contacts.
Zhou Qingfu also followed Shen Chunjiang to attend countless large and small banquets, and it took more than ten or twenty years to gradually build a vein in his mind.
Shen Hou was young and had never attended a public banquet. It stands to reason that she has no access to this level of things.
But now he can draw inferences about it, and he can sort out such a huge and complicated network of contacts only by dictation, Zhou Qingfu can only say—
Talent is something ordinary people can't envy.
This third young lady is even better than the young master back then!
Thinking about this, Yu Guang saw Shen Weiluoluo's generous greetings with others, his overall bearing, just like the master's style.
the host.
The owner of the Shen family.
It was obvious that the heating in the room was sufficient, but Mr. Zhou couldn't help but shudder.
So, at the beginning, the fragile girl who came slowly from the end of the alley on the bluestone road, was he looking away
She is not weak, even... fierce.