Xiyin withdrew her hand and lowered her head, not daring to look into his eyes. There was a strange fire in his eyes, which made her heart beat wildly.
The blush spread all the way to her ears, and an ambiguous and awkward atmosphere slowly flowed between the two of them.
"Yinyin!"
Suddenly, a shrill female voice sounded in the stairwell, instantly shattering the ambiguous atmosphere.
Lin Yueru came to the stairwell at some point. She looked at them with nervous and wary eyes. When her eyes fell on Shu Qiang's naked body, her wary look immediately increased.
"Mom." Xiyin walked to her side with some embarrassment.
"Come down for breakfast, you... you are going to be late for school." Lin Yueru looked at Shuqiang and said something with some difficulty.
Shu Qiang just nodded coldly, then turned around and pushed the door open and entered his room.
"Did he do anything to you just now?" Lin Yueru asked Xiyin in a low voice as Shuqiang entered the room.
"No." Xiyin shook her head hastily and immediately walked downstairs.
Lin Yueru looked at her daughter's red face: she was even more suspicious.
"Aqiang, come to my house to have a barbecue?" After school, a friend called out to Shuqiang who was about to get on his motorcycle and prepare to leave school.
"No, I still have something to do." Shu Qiang waved his hand, rode on the motorcycle he assembled in the car shop, and rushed out of the school gate with full power.
Shuqiang is an anomaly in this aristocratic school.
Shuqiang and Xiyin go to the same school. Xiyin and her classmates from wealthy families have their own private cars to pick them up. Students from more ordinary families will also take the school bus.
But only Shu Qiang always rides his powerful motorcycle, coming and going at a lightning speed.
He behaves strangely and is so tall and handsome, so he always attracts people's attention wherever he goes.
Shuqiang doesn't care about other people's eyes, he is accustomed to doing his own thing.
"You said where does Aqiang go to play after school so early every day? He can't go home and be a good boy, right?" His friend asked doubtfully, looking at his speeding back.
Everyone shook their heads and shrugged.
In fact, no one knows at all.
In fact, Shuqiang has been working at a securities firm called "Yongsheng" every day after school for the past two years.
Everyone in the securities firm liked him and called him the "Little Golden Boy" because although he was young, he had a keen eye for stocks. Almost every stock he said would rise rose, and every stock he said fell would fall.
Recently, he has been paying attention to the trend of a stock.
Looking at the red and green lines, Aqiang's heart beat violently.
"Aqiang, do you have any recommendations? I've been in a bad situation recently. Whatever I buy, I'll lose!"
Uncle Lu Hui, a regular customer from the securities firm, patted Aqiang on the shoulder. He had suffered heavy losses in the stock market recently, and his face also looked very bad.
Aqiang stared at the flashing curves on the computer screen, like a hunter seeing his prey.
"Buy it! Even if you lose everything, you will still grab it! I have a hunch that this stock is a once-in-a-lifetime dark horse!"
Uncle Lu Hui was dubious and looked at the computer with him.
"It looks like a mediocre trend! Ah Qiang, where do you see it? Ah Qiang? Ah Qiang?"
Shuqiang turned a deaf ear to Uncle Lu Hui's words. The excitement and impulse of making a big gamble gradually made his blood burn hot!
He suddenly took off his long legs and ran towards the motorcycle parked outside the door. Ignoring Uncle Lu Hui's call behind him, he rushed towards the villa.
Mr. Cheng likes fishing. He specially asked people to dig a large pond behind the villa and scatter fish fry. In his free time, he often sits alone by the pond and fishes, which is quite leisurely and contented.
When Shu Qiang returned to the villa, he ran straight to the pond.
He knew that his grandfather must be by the pond at this time, so he ran over with long legs: feeling inexplicably excited.
However, when he really saw the back of Cheng Jianghuai, he hesitated again.
"Grandpa." He came behind him, kicking the pebbles under his feet, not knowing how to speak to him.
"Oh, Ah Qiang, is school over? Come sit next to me." Mr. Bo patted the empty seat next to him and said with a smile.
In Chengjia, Shuqiang didn't often meet the Chengs and his wife, and he didn't take the initiative to pay attention to them.
Cheng Zimu has been studying abroad for many years and rarely comes back several times a year.
And there was an indescribable awkwardness between him and Xiyin.
In this villa, he has always been close to Mr. Cheng.
Mr. Cheng was strong and stern when he was young. In recent years, as he has aged, his temperament has softened a bit, but he is still very majestic. Most people in the villa dare not get too close to him, but Shu Qiang is rare and close to him.
"You sit here every day and never catch a fish." Shu Qiang stayed beside Mr. Cheng for a while, then suddenly stared at the calm water and said.
"Stupid kid, what do you know? I'm a drunkard and don't care about drinking. If I want them to take the bait, do they dare to come up obediently?" Mr. Cheng chuckled.
He is seventy years old. According to the doctor, he has reached the "advanced age" of his seventies. He can no longer do the strenuous exercise he used to like. He can only do things such as fishing and planting flowers, which are suitable for cultivating his temperament.
(End of chapter)