Chuzheng returned to Jinshitianxiang again.
"Miss Ruan, I really..."
Chuzheng sat down on the chair and said in a dignified manner: "I'll take a stake, and I'll let you open this store across the country."
Jinshitianxiang boss: "..."
The boss of Jinshi Tianxiang didn't understand.
"Miss Ruan, since you have money, you can drive it yourself, why do you have to buy it from me?"
Although Jinshitianxiang is very famous in the city, it belongs to the high-end consumption restaurant.
But if you really want to put it in those famous ones, what is Jinshitianxiang
"You think I think." It's not that bastard!
"If you don't want to, then why buy it."
Chu Zheng was the quickest to say something, and she straightened her expression: "I'm very optimistic about you, you have the potential to be on Forbes."
The boss of Jinshitianxiang: "..." I heard you say that Forbes is opened by your family!
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Chuzheng left Jinshitianxiang with the contract.
[Look, Miss, I said that there is nothing that cannot be solved without money. If so, it must be the wrong way to spend your money. 】The king's name excitedly spoke out, consolidating the knowledge point that the rich can do whatever they want.
Chuzheng: "… "
[As long as you spend money in the right way, tens of billions of dollars are not enough. 】
"… "
Chuzheng was too lazy to break up with the king, so he blocked it directly.
Chuzheng had just walked a few steps when he saw Qiao Lin standing at the intersection in front of him.
He looked down at his phone, then walked away in one direction.
A few minutes later, Qiao Lin walked back.
He looked around blankly.
Chuzheng didn't quite understand what kind of experience Lu Chi was, because the surrounding buildings were obviously coming.
Chuzheng watched Qiao Lin wandering around there.
It is estimated that he was tired, and Qiao Lin gave up.
He walked to the shade and stood.
"Joan."
Hearing the voice, Qiao Lin was slightly taken aback and turned to look.
The girl stood under the blazing sun, the sun shining in her hair, and her whole body was full of light, but she gave people a feeling of coldness and alienation, which was out of tune with this blazing sun.
Qiao Rong pulled down his earphones and opened his lips lightly: "Teacher?"
"be lost?"
"... Hmm." Qiao Lin lowered his head slightly, as if a little embarrassed.
"Back to school?"
"Ok."
Chu Zheng sighed in his heart, the good man card is really pitiful.
"Let's go."
Qiao Lin silently followed Chuzheng to the school.
"What are you doing here?"
It's quite far from the school, how did he get here? !
"Eat." Qiao Lin replied.
"Dine so far away?"
"… Ok."
Qiao Lin doesn't talk much, and Chu Zheng is also a person who cherishes words like gold.
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At this point in time, the time is still early, and the school is also on lunch break. When they got to the school gate, they didn't open the door, and Qiao Lin couldn't get in either.
Big Sun's Chuzheng wanted to go back to sleep for a while.
"Find a place to rest yourself." Chuzheng said to Qiao Rin, "I'll go back first."
Qiao Rin nodded, thanked him in a low voice, walked to the shade and sat, put on his headphones, and silently looked in the direction of the school gate.
Chuzheng walked a distance, looked back, and just saw such a picture.
The sun shines from the cracks in the canopy, and it falls mottled on the ground and on the boy.
The slender and thin teenager's back is straight, but inexplicably reveals a bit of loneliness and sadness.
Chuzheng walked back.
Shadows shrouded Qiao Lin, he raised his eyes slightly, and the girl's face was reflected in his clear eyes: "Teacher?"
"There's still an hour before the school gate opens. Come back with me first."
"Oh."
Chuzheng lives alone now and is not afraid to take him back.
"Come in."
Qiao Lin looked around first, not knowing what he was confirming, and walked in a few minutes later.
Chuzheng let him into the bedroom, which was air-conditioned.
Chuzheng poured him a glass of water: "Aren't you hot?"
Qiao Lin looked at his clothes and shook his head: "It's not hot."
Chuzheng glanced at the fine sweat seeping out of his forehead, but did not break him.
Chuzheng had to change his homework and let him stay by himself.
Qiao Lin was very quiet, and Chu Zheng could hardly feel his presence. Chuzheng changed half of her homework, and when she turned around, the boy fell asleep leaning on the chair.
The fine strands of hair fell on his forehead.
Chu Zheng got up carefully, stepped forward, stretched out his hand, and touched the soft hair with his fingertips.
She aimed at the boy's closed eyes, pressed down gently, and rubbed.
Chuzheng's expression instantly froze.
So soft so soft! !
The boy's eyelashes trembled, and he opened his eyes in confusion: "Teacher?"
"Go to bed." Chu Zheng retracted his hand as if nothing had happened: "I'll call you later."
The teenager rubbed his eyes, his voice still sleepy: "Thank you teacher, I'm fine..."
Chuzheng pulled him up and pressed him directly on the bed: "Sleep."
Qiao Lin watched Chu Zheng go back to the table and sat down to continue correcting the homework.
He was lying on the teacher's bed at this time, and the tip of his nose was lingering with a faint cold fragrance, which was refreshing.
There was a slight ripple in Qiao Lin's calm and unwavering heart lake.
He slowly closed his eyes.
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Qiao Lin is late most of the time—because of getting lost.
Today, Chuzheng took him to school and arrived at the school on time. The classmates thought it was strange that Qiao Lin was not late today.
The second class in the afternoon of Chuzheng.
As soon as she entered the classroom, the still-sounding classroom fell silent.
Chuzheng was satisfied with their self-awareness, opened the book and started the class.
Qiao Lin, who either slept or wrote and drew by himself, actually started listening to lectures today.
However, after not listening to half the class, the teenager fell into a drowsy state, and finally fell down.
Chuzheng shook his head and lowered his voice.
When the get out of class was over, Chuzheng remembered something and knocked on the desk to quiet down the gradually lively classroom.
"Next month's Cultural Festival, if you want to participate, come to me and get the registration form."
The school did not plan to let the senior year participate in the cultural festival, because it was a waste of time.
However, some teachers feel that the third year of high school is so hard to study, and they can take the opportunity to relax.
Therefore, in the final senior year, those who are willing to participate can participate, and those who do not want to participate are not forced.
Meng Yu was the first to pick up the registration form.
"Teacher, I'll get one for Qiao Rin," Meng Yu said suddenly.
"Ok?"
Meng Yu said with a smile, "Teacher, Qiao Lin said he also wanted to participate."
"Really." Chu Zheng said in a flat tone, "Let him do it himself."
Meng Yu: "..."
Meng Yu stood still, and Chu Zheng asked her, "Is there anything else?"
"No... I'm fine." Meng Yu came out of the office, looked behind him strangely, and then looked at the registration form in his hand.
Isn't it easy to get the registration form
Meng Yu hummed a little song and returned to the classroom. He glanced at Qiao Lin, who was listening to the song and looked out the window with his chin up.
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The registration form was filled out and returned to Chuzheng.
The cultural festival will last for two days, so there are two to three program places in a class, but there are far more people who sign up. Chuzheng has to screen out the last ones who can participate.
However, there are not many applicants for this class.
Just five registration forms.
Chuzheng turned to the end and saw Qiao Lin's name impressively.
She never gave Qiao Ran the registration form...