I can't be a cannon fodder

Xiao Xingxing was sobbing softly at the beginning, but in the end he burst into tears. There are still many old men and women doing morning exercises at this point. She must have been frightened by her, and some of them gathered around to ask.

"Girl? What's wrong with you?" The old lady looked closely at her, "Oh! She's so beautiful, it's not easy for such a beautiful girl to sit here and cry."

The old lady spoke Lucheng Mandarin and handed Xiao Xingxing a pack of tissues.

"Have you been bullied?" An old man asked, "Don't be afraid, there is a police station in front of you, and we will help you go to the police."

Xiao Xingxing thanked and took the tissue: "It's okay... Uncle and Aunt, I'm sorry to disturb you."

After she finished speaking, she stood up to leave, but the old lady stopped her: "Girl, listen to me, you are still young, no matter what you encounter, you can solve it, don't think about it!"

"I know...thank you." Xiao Xingxing thanked again and again, then ran to the side of the road and took a taxi.

She didn't pay attention, and a Maybach passed her by.

Looking at the taxi driving away, Assistant Qin turned his head.

"Mr. Huo...that's not the way to Lucky Rose, where is Miss Xiao going early in the morning..."

Huo Zhourong narrowed his eyes: "Follow that taxi."

Xiao Xingxing didn't want to go back to the company, but he didn't dare to go home, so he finally asked the driver to stop in front of an open-air cafe on the Bund.

There are not many guests this time, she ordered a cup of coffee and sat there staring at the river in front of her in a daze.

"Why don't you go to work." Suddenly a figure sat down opposite her.

Xiao Xingxing looked at the man who seemed to have fallen from the sky, and couldn't close his mouth. After realizing it, he stood up and wanted to run.

"Xiao Xingxing." Huo Zhourong said, "Sit down."

Xiao Xingxing stopped, and sat down awkwardly for a long time.

"Mr. Huo..." she asked in a low voice, "Are you looking for me?"

Huo Zhourong looked at her, and suddenly smiled: "Xiao Xingxing, you were much bolder when you were young than you are now."

"...Boss Huo also said it was when I was a child." Xiao Xingxing finally dared to meet the man's gaze, "I don't remember much about my childhood."

"So, you admit that we know each other? Then tell me, why pretend you don't know me."

Xiao Xingxing remained silent again, the waiter came over to break the silence, and Huo Zhourong ordered a cup of coffee.

"Why did you hurt your hand?" The man tapped her hand with his chin, and Xiao Xingxing raised his right hand.

"It's okay, I accidentally made a few cuts."

"Why don't you go to work?"

"Because..." Xiao Xingxing suddenly stopped talking, and stared at Huo Zhourong with his eyes wide open.

Huo Zhourong put down his coffee: "Xiao Xingxing, I remember when you were young when your cousin robbed you of ice cream and you beat them all over the floor, why now you are only crying secretly when you are bullied."

Xiao Xingxing touched his swollen eyelids, lowered his head and muttered in a low voice: "Because my parents supported me when I was young, but now I don't..."

"Isn't there still me?" The man's voice reached her ears, and Xiao Xingxing was really moved.

But she immediately thought of the tragic end of herself and her son in the comics, and shook her head violently.

"No, no, Mr. Huo! We were neighbors for two years when we were young. Now you are the big president and I am a newcomer in the workplace. There is really no relationship between us."

"And more!" Xiao Xingxing had an idea, "I'm already married, and my son is 3 years old!"

If she is really Huo Zhourong's Bai Yueguang, then it's better to dispel the man's thoughts about her now.

Although it might be a bit self-indulgent to think so, she can't care about it now: "It's not appropriate for me, a housewife, to contact someone with your status, right?"

"You think I like you?" Huo Zhourong finally understood after hearing her chatter.

"No, I'm just..."

"Xiao Xingxing, don't you remember anything else except that we were neighbors for two years when we were young?"

Huo Zhourong interrupted her: "Can't remember at all?"

"..." Xiao Xingxing was confused, what did she do?

Could it be that she knew to confess her love to her younger brother at the age of seven or eight, saying that she would marry someone when she grew up?

...Xiao Xingxing desperately shook his head, but had no impression at all.
"Mr. Huo... You also know Tong Yan Wuji, even if I said something, it's because I'm young and ignorant, so I don't count." Xiao Xingxing said, peeking at Huo Zhourong's expression.

Seeing that he still looked calm, he suddenly became courageous: "Besides, you seem to be fourteen or fifteen years old then, and you definitely can't argue with a seven or eight-year-old girl."

Huo Zhourong shook his head, as if he still sighed, just when Xiao Xingxing thought he would leave in anger, the man suddenly asked.

"Is there a scar on your shoulder?"

Xiao Xingxing brushed and covered his shoulders: "How do you know?"