Quickly wear, what should I do if the vicious cannon fodder is too stupid

Feng He felt something was wrong. He looked carefully at the small-sized clothes and felt they were very familiar.

Feng He pulled off a set of clothes at random and hung it on herself.

It's neither too big nor too small, just the right size, and it feels similar to the white suit he wore yesterday.

Feng He took off her clothes and hung them back. Upon closer inspection, she saw that her hand was still shaking slightly.

Outrageous, outrageous, too outrageous!

How come the clothes in Song Chongjiang's private apartment's cloakroom are his size?

That’s not right, but there are women’s clothes here.

Could it be Song Chongjiang’s girlfriend? But he doesn’t seem to have a girlfriend.

Nightdress, pleated skirt, gauze skirt, Hanfu...

Feng He hesitantly picked up a skirt and compared it to her body size.

……

Unexpectedly slim fit, perfect fit.

Feng He: “…” Why does this scene feel so familiar?

Incredible.

[……]History has turned around again.

"Why did I suddenly get hot last night? And I lost my mind."

[That drink you had was rich.]

"That glass of pink wine?"

[Yes, it contains a very strong aphrodisiac.]

"Why am I so unlucky? This kind of thing is obviously tailor-made for the hero and heroine!"

Feng He wanted to cry but had no tears, and wanted to throw a tantrum on the ground. He obviously just wanted to eat something.

[……]I was wrong. It was really prepared specially for you.

"Now that I have this kind of relationship with Song Chongjiang, it will be so embarrassing to see him in the future!"

The system didn't say anything this time. It seemed that the host had lost most of his memory of last night.

If he knew that he had revealed his past, he would want to bang his head against the wall.

Feng He was ready to leave here and go back to the Song family first. He didn't go home all night last night, and his mother must be very worried.

Feng He walked out of the master bedroom and saw Song Chongjiang coming towards her.

Feng He was embarrassed and her eyes were evasive.

Song Chongjiang was very generous and asked Feng He: "How do you feel now?"

The voice was gentle, but different from the previous gentleness.

Feng He nodded randomly.

"Um, I just saw the cloakroom in the room, and the clothes are all in my size. Can I ask what's going on?"

Feng He thought about it and decided to ask Song Chongjiang.

Song Chongjiang just tilted his head and smiled at him, answering Feng He's question.

"It's prepared for you."

Feng He was panicking inside, but remained silent: "...wha...what do you mean?"

Song Chongjiang didn't say much this time.

Feng He became even more flustered when she saw Song Chongjiang not talking. She always felt that something was beyond her expectations.

"I already told your mother last night that you were staying in a hotel because you were drunk. Don't worry."

Feng He was stunned. She didn't expect that Song Chongjiang had already made arrangements.

This incident seemed to have just passed. Feng He felt that something was different, but it seemed that nothing had changed.

Song Chongjiang was naturally very upset. In order to continue staying in Song Chongjiang's company and making money, Feng He was forced to pretend that nothing had happened.

Feng He was very happy that his summer job at Song Chongjiang's company was over and he had received a total salary of yuan.

He had worked in Song Chongjiang's company for fifty-six days. Feng He calculated and it seemed that there were only yuan. How come there was so much more?

Song Chongjiang's salary was originally paid on a daily basis, but later for some reason he changed his mind and decided to pay it all at once.

Feng He laughed out loud in her heart, hahaha, Song Chongjiang is so stupid! He even calculated his salary wrongly!

Now that he earns so much, his mother doesn’t have to worry about his living expenses anymore.

[……] Stupid host, the salary is 520 yuan per day!

Unfortunately, Feng He would never think of dividing by 56.

School started. His mother sent him to school, helped him move his things to the dormitory, and then returned to the Song family.

Feng He originally planned to stay in the dormitory and play with her mobile phone, but she received a call from an unexpected guest.

"Mr. Song, what's the matter?"

"Come out, I'm at the gate of your school."

Feng He was shocked. What happened? Could it be that the salary was calculated incorrectly and was discovered?

Feng He asked hesitantly, "What's wrong?"

"come out."

Song Chongjiang had no intention of telling Feng He the reason, he just patiently repeated these two words.

But his tone was already a little anxious.

Feng He thought angrily, Humph, so stingy!

Feng He ran downstairs like a top, cursing all the way.

Such a hot day!

After seeing the familiar car, Feng He opened the door and got in.

"What's wrong?"

Song Chongjiang said something irrelevant: "Did you buy a computer?"

Feng He shook his head blankly.

Song Chongjiang handed the computer next to him to Feng He.

"The computer has been equipped for you."

Feng He, who had been muttering to himself, suddenly became speechless. He looked at Song Chongjiang as if he were his father.

Eyes sparkling.

The driver started the car.

Feng He asked blankly: "Where are you going?"

"go home."

"Huh? Why? I'm going to school today. I'm staying in the dormitory tonight and I'm not going back to the Song family."

Song Chongjiang turned sideways, looked at Feng He with a smile, and said word by word: "I mean, go back to our home."

Feng He's heart was pounding. It was this feeling again. Ever since that time when he got drunk, Song Chongjiang always gave him this feeling.

Extremely strong desire for control.

Feng He swallowed and looked at Song Chongjiang, not daring to speak.

But he still beeped: "Then...then when will I go back to school?"

Song Chongjiang held his hand and played with it casually.

Feng He's hands felt numb and itchy.

"If you don't live on campus, you can live at home. I will pick you up and drop you off every day."

Feng He widened her eyes in disbelief: "You...you..."

Song Chongjiang thought expressionlessly: He absolutely could not tolerate Feng He living with three roommates.

Feng He looked at Song Chongjiang's expressionless face, felt a little scared, and shut up awkwardly.

"The environment at home is better. There is a study area specially prepared for you in the study room. Besides, it is not convenient to take a shower in school."

Song Chongjiang explained to Feng He patiently.

Feng He glanced at him secretly and said, "But I have already paid the accommodation fee... and I have moved all my things into the dormitory..."

Song Chongjiang was stunned, as if he didn't expect Feng He to care about this.

He laughed, relinquished his intimidation, and said in a good mood: "After you came out, your assistant went to help you pack your things. They will be delivered to your home soon. As for the accommodation fee... I will ask my assistant to help you check out."

Feng He could only nod, he had nothing to say.

It was clearly arranged.

After arriving home, Song Chongjiang took Fenghe to the study, and he placed Fenghe's computer on the desk prepared for him.

There were still two tables, his table was next to Fenghe's.

Feng He took a deep breath. Since he couldn't win, he would just let things take their course!

School started today, Feng He had to go back to school in the evening, and it was Song Chongjiang who sent him there. When he came back from school, it was Song Chongjiang who picked him up again.

What made Feng He feel most finished was that Song Chongjiang asked him to sleep in the master bedroom, and this was Song Chongjiang's room.

Feng He went to take a bath crying, and Song Chongjiang followed her in.

"Ah!" Feng He screamed.

His face turned pale and blue as he looked at Song Chongjiang who seemed to want to take a bath with him.

Song Chongjiang seemed not to care about his shock and started to help him take off his clothes.

Feng He looked at the paranoia and desire for control that occasionally flashed in Song Chongjiang's eyes, and silently did not resist.

But he still asked: "We...what kind of relationship is this now?"