"No." Yun Hua muttered and opened the door to get out of the car. She didn't want to be clingy!
Bao Siqing also got out of the car, helped her take down the book, and accompanied her to the school gate, then handed her the book in his hand, "How about having pork ribs stewed rice for lunch? What kind of fruit do you want after dinner? Cherry ?”
"Okay, it's fine." Yun Hua sighed, and looked up at Bao Siqing, "I can eat in the school cafeteria, but it's too troublesome to deliver..."
"As long as it's related to you, I like it even if it's troublesome." Bao Siqing's voice was low, with a bright smile in his eyes, "What's more, it's not troublesome at all, I'm happy."
Yun Hua laughed at what he said, but thinking of last night's topic again, she hesitated for a moment and said, "Auntie Ye... I have asked Song Ci to pack up all the materials, and the progress of the repurchase of cultural relics , you can just ask Rong Jing directly. I don’t know if I’m doing the right thing, if not…”
"Yes." Bao Siqing interrupted her, "You did everything right, beyond expectation. You don't need to worry about the rest, and you will take care of it."
"Yeah." Yun Hua nodded, but she still had some reluctance in her eyes, "Then I'll go in."
"Okay." Bao Siqing looked at her with a smile.
Yun Hua held the book and turned around slowly.
But she had just walked a few steps when Bao Siqing stopped her again, "Huahua."
Yun Hua stopped quickly and turned around, "What's wrong?"
Bao Siqing approached and stretched out his hand to straighten her rolled up collar, "Okay, let's go in."
"Um."
There was a trace of sweetness in Yun Hua's heart. It turned out that she was not the only one who was reluctant.
…
When she returned to the classroom, Gong Xijin was talking to Mi Yue about the autumn tour and what to prepare.
Seeing Yun Hua coming in, Gong Xijin immediately winked at her ambiguously, "Where's your boyfriend?"
Yun Hua hooked her lips, "At home."
"Yo~" Gong Xijin's voice was quite meaningful.
Yun Hua was in a good mood and didn't feel embarrassed at all. It was just that when he was doing exercises as usual, he couldn't concentrate and couldn't help but think of someone.
Someone she kept thinking of was sitting at the desk in the study, holding a notepad with her handwriting in his hand.
Song Ci and Tang Mo were standing in front of the desk.
The atmosphere in the room is not very good. I always feel that the air conditioner is turned too low.
There was no expression on Bao Siqing's face, and he was very cold.
"My mother, I met Huahua in private, but you didn't tell me a word." Bao Siqing's voice was very indifferent, with no emotion at all.
But the sweat on the foreheads of Song Ci and Tang Mo was about to drip.
"Madame was against it at first, and you know that."
Song Ci's voice was also very low, "However, after Madam came to S City this time, she should have gradually accepted painting, it's just... it just didn't change so quickly..."
"enough."
Bao Siqing's voice was calm, "Go out."
Song Ci and Tang Mo looked at each other, they didn't dare to mention anything, they walked out of the study room quickly.
Sitting on the chair behind the desk, Bao Siqing looked like a statue.
"Crack!"
He was so engrossed that the ballpoint pen in his hand accidentally broke in two.
Looking at the broken pen in his hand, Bao Siqing pursed his lips and took out his phone.
"It's me." Bao Siqing's voice was very cold.
(end of this chapter)