The top academic boss dresses as the villain Green Tea

After Shen Xingge returned to the hotel, Song Meng immediately ran over with a small deer doll pendant, and wiped his nose with his little fleshy hand very handsomely: "Sister, this is the doll I put for you. I hope it brings you good luck in this competition.”

Some of the dolls in the claw machine were not made of very good materials, but some blown threads couldn't stop Shen Xingge from loving the deer doll, so he immediately hung it on his backpack.

"Sister, we are going to the amusement park tomorrow afternoon, let's go together."

Shen Xingge grinned: "It seems that the teacher at school will take us to register the candidates' information tomorrow."

"It won't take long to register the candidates' information. After the registration is completed, sister, come to the playground to see us again."

Shen Xingge shrugged his shoulders. Who knows the efficiency of work in this era?

While talking, Song Qing and Father Shen also came over from the next room, carrying large and small shopping bags in their hands.

"Xing Ge, dad has already bought you the tickets for the amusement park. Go and get one from my bag." Shen Jianbin collapsed on the bed. Mother and daughter Song spent a whole day shopping, it felt like they had moved all day. Like bricks.

"Go and take it out for Xinge. How does Xinge know which bag it is in? Come on, Xinge, try on these dresses. Auntie bought you these dresses."

After Shen Xingge looked at the pink lace skirt and snow-white cashmere jacket in Song Qing's hands, a drop of cold sweat hung on his forehead.

"This... I'm afraid it's inappropriate."

"Girls, who are not all dressed up beautifully? These are the same styles as the stars in the TV series. My daughter is prettier than that star. Why is it inappropriate?"

Could she say it was inappropriate to fight?

Of course not.

"No, no, no, it's really inappropriate. Besides, it's so cold wearing a skirt in winter."

Song Qing turned around and rummaged through the shopping bag again, and then the pride in her eyes flew out of the corner of her eyes every minute: "Auntie also took this into consideration when buying it. Come on, these are the matching boots. Wear them like this, and it will look great." It’s warm.”

Song Meng covered her mouth and snickered: "Sister, just give it a try."

It seemed like he hadn't seen the boss wearing a skirt since he woke up in this world.

Shen Xingge accepted his fate and took his clothes to the bathroom to change completely. The bathroom door opened.

Silence...silence like an empty valley.

Song Qing murmured: "I think the model on the billboard looks pretty...cute."

Shen Xingge had actually seen the effect of this outfit in the bathroom, but in order to make Song Qing give up on this style, he still chose to stand up.

Song Meng also has a big mouth. What can I say about the scene in front of him? Needless to say, the big man’s appearance is absolutely resistant to attack without makeup. The clothes are also from big brands. There is no problem with the style, fabric and so on, but people and clothes Once combined, it feels weird.

Shen Xingge stood upright and thoughtfully showed the front, side and back to the people in the room.

Seeing Song Qing's disappointed look, Shen Xingge comforted her: "My temperament doesn't match the style of this dress, but the dress still looks good."

Song Meng nodded, yes, yes, it's a matter of temperament. When worn on most girls, this skirt will more or less make it look cute and sweet. If you dress it up a little, you will be like the sweet princess in the campus comics.

But the free and uninhibited aura of the boss is too strong. The pink lace skirt can't suppress the aura of the boss who is [-] meters tall. The conflict between cuteness and sassiness will naturally make you look strange.

"Mom, maybe the model poster has been retouched."

Song Qing nodded, accepted what Shen Xingge and Song Meng said, and said resignedly, "Then Xingge, let's try this sportswear."

After Shen Xingge put on a black sportswear and opened the bathroom door, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

Sure enough, this is much more normal.

Although it is sportswear, Song Qing carefully selected it. The lion print on the back of the top and the gold thread embellishment on the sides of the pants are obviously telling others that even though I wear sportswear, I also have a design.

"Then next time I'll go shopping for clothes with you Xingge. I'll know if they look good or not by trying them on."

Shen Xingge, who always buys his own clothes in one minute and never spends an extra second on clothes, nodded under Song Qing's ardent expectation.

"Sister, do you still want to review tonight? If sister doesn't review, can I sleep with you?"

How could the soft little dumpling refuse: "Of course."

Two flowers bloom, one on each side~

Xie Jinchen arrived at the Martyrs Nursing Home. Before he entered the door of the nursing home, a solemn atmosphere hit him.

The driver unconsciously lowered his voice: "Mr. Xie, the nursing home is here."

After Xie Jinchen reported the reason for his visit, the security guard at the door quickly allowed the vehicle to enter.

According to the instructions, Xie Jinchen walked to the rows of units behind the nursing home.

"Grandpa Chen, I am Xie Jinchen."

The old man sitting at a large wooden table pushed up his reading glasses on the bridge of his nose and said to the nanny, "Go and open the door."

Xie Jinchen came in. The old man was studying the information in the book with his head down. The book in his hand was as thick as the most complete Chinese dictionary.

"Sit down." The old man's voice was not breathy, but he could not refuse.

In my previous life, my impression of this old man was still that of an eccentric personality and a majestic temperament. But now, it seems that the old man looks like a twilight ancient clock, with gray and sparse hair, and he looks older than his grandfather. .

"You haven't been here for a long time, and your parents haven't been here for a long time." The old man took a bookmark and placed it on the page he was currently reading.

"It's the younger generation who is unfilial." All the willful speculations designed in his mind fell apart when he looked directly at the old man, because the old man's eyes were shining with tears.

"It is not my fault."

If that talented young man had chosen the opposite answer when he asked himself whether he could continue his research in confusion and hesitation, maybe...

"Grandpa Chen...."

Although Xie Jinchen realized that there was something fishy about his parents' deaths, he never found any valuable clues.

"My parents..."

The old man turned his wheelchair and left the wooden desk. Only then did Xie Jinchen notice that there was nothing under the old man's trouser legs.