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

In fact, Song Chongjiang did not return to the room. His insight acquired from many years in the business world had already made him aware of the eyes that had been peeking at him from the corner.

The gaze was very weak, and seemed to lack momentum.

It seemed like she was about to do something bad, but she was afraid of him and hesitated to do it.

Song Chongjiang felt a little strange. Who in his family would look at him like that?

He placed the pastries on the table in the living room, then went to his room and turned on his computer to check the surveillance video of his living room.

After adjusting to the corresponding time point, he saw a thin and frail boy.

The boy looked very young, probably only two years younger than his brother.

It makes people feel a desire to protect for no reason.

It's a complete weak attitude.

His hair was too long, covering his eyebrows and eyes.

All I know is that she has very fair skin, the kind of paleness that comes from staying in a room for a long time without seeing the light. It doesn't look healthy.

Song Chongjiang found the corresponding person in his mind almost instantly.

His mother had previously told him that his aunt Sister Li’s son might come to live with them for a while.

He had heard about their family situation, but did not comment on the mother's kindness and compassion.

There are a lot of poor people out there, that's just how the world is. The mother can only help for a while at best, and it won't make any difference to their family's situation.

Moreover, it is easy to go from frugality to extravagance, but it is difficult to go back to frugality from

If Sister Li's son is blinded by the superficial wealth that is so easy to see, it may not be good for the shaping of his future values.

Song Chongjiang remained silent and continued to observe the young man who had sneaked into the living room.

I saw him coming to the table with pastries very nervously.

With trembling hands, he untied the silk bow on the box and quickly took out a piece of cake from it.

Then he fiddled with the box with his thin, pale fingers punctuated by blue veins, probably to try to conceal the fact that he had stolen a piece of pastry from being seen.

Song Chongjiang looked carefully at Feng He's hands in the video, and saw that she was wearing a pair of plastic gloves.

Song Chongjiang narrowed his eyes. Has this pair of plastic gloves been used before when he put his hands in them?

He replayed the surveillance video a little bit, and it showed that Feng He had been wearing gloves since she took the pastries.

Song Chongjiang couldn't help but rub his eyes. Could it be that he really saw it wrong?

[We have detected that the world's major figures have noticed the loophole. Fix it immediately! Fix it immediately!]

Song Chongjiang was just thinking about what kind of unscientific event this was when his eyes suddenly became blank. For almost a few seconds, he continued to watch the surveillance video with a normal expression.

[Remediation has been successful.]

The boy was finally satisfied after arranging the pastries. After closing the box, he began to worry about the untied ribbon.

Song Chongjiang could only see his helpless look as his small white teeth bit his chubby lower lip.

The boy had a thin body, but his lips were plump, making him look lustful for no reason.

After a few seconds, he suddenly no longer had the trouble of not knowing how to tie a bow. He just swiped the bow twice and restored it to its original shape.

Then he scurried back to his room like a frightened rabbit.

Afraid of being seen by others.

Song Chongjiang watched the entire process with great interest.

He frowned, not expecting that there would be such a timid "thief" in his home.

At half past seven, almost everyone in the family was present, because they all knew that Song Chongjiang had returned.

Mrs. Song came to the living room after taking a shower. Mr. Song returned home after a day's work. Song Ziqin also came back early from playing at 7:30, which was rare.

Song Ziqin was simply afraid of his brother.

He didn't dare let his brother know that he often hung out with friends until midnight.

"Wow, brother, you brought cakes from Xinweizhai for me and mom! I haven't eaten them for a long time..."

As soon as Song Ziqin entered the house, he saw the gift box on the table in the living room. He said with some interest.

He quickly rushed to the table, took the box, and untied the bow.

Mrs. Song smiled helplessly and shook her head at Song Ziqin who was behaving like a young boy.

It's full of pampering.

"Hey, brother, has Xinweizhai released a new type of cake? How come there are only nine instead of ten? The presentation is also different, but it seems quite cute in this way..."

Song Ziqin was a little confused.

"Hey, it's true."

Song's mother was curious and went to her youngest son to take a look at the pastries.

Song Ziqin's shouting voice spread all the way to Feng He's room. The room on the first floor was not soundproofed, so he could easily hear Song Ziqin's calls.

After carefully distinguishing the content of the words, he was shocked and broke out in a cold sweat.

Totally scared.

It’s over, it’s over. Who knew that this Xinweizhai actually has a fixed set of plating arrangements? He won’t be discovered if he changes the plating.

Feng He was very panicked. Even if Song Ziqin and Mrs. Song didn't know that he had tampered with the food, the different presentation of the dishes would definitely attract Song Chongjiang's attention, after all, he was the one who bought the food.

Feng He waited nervously for Song Chongjiang's reaction, but his answer was unexpected.

"um, yes."

Song Chongjiang replied with an unclear expression.

There was no emotion in his words.

Feng He in the room widened her eyes. Wasn’t the pastries bought by Song Chongjiang?

It should be Song Chongjiang's assistant who bought it for him.

Feng He relied on her imagination to find the reason for Song Chongjiang's unexpected answer.

[System, system, I'm so lucky, I wasn't discovered.]

Feng He smiled so hard that her teeth were visible.

The stone in my heart fell to the ground.

[……] Forget it, it is better not to tell the stupid host Song Chongjiang that he already knows what he did, so as not to affect his mood for completing the mission.

"Brother! This time, Xinweizhai is really disappointing. Among the nine cakes, there is not even my favorite matcha flavor!"

Song Ziqin said again with a look of disgust.

Song Chongjiang was also stunned when he heard this, and then a very faint smile flashed in his eyes.

It turns out that the cakes that the child stole were matcha flavored.

Song Ziqin's shouting was undoubtedly heard by Feng He, and he began to panic again.

No way, no way, is it such a coincidence?

The piece he took away happened to be Song Ziqin's favorite matcha flavor.

However, he did not hear any follow-up, and it seemed that Song Chongjiang did not answer either.

Maybe Song Chongjiang himself doesn’t know either, Feng He said.

Sometimes the system also admires Feng He's ability. After all, he can rely on his imagination without falling into a panic.

But this should also be considered a kind of self-deception.

It’s a good way to resolve internal friction.

*

Song Chongjiang is back tonight and the Song family is preparing a sumptuous dinner, so Feng's mother and others are very busy.

Feng's mother had no time to bring meals to Feng He at normal meal times, so she sent him a message telling him that if he was hungry he could order takeout first.

Feng He sensibly told his mother to work hard and he would eat on time.

Feng He had a certain understanding of the original owner's figure when she was taking a bath. She was as thin as a skeleton.

His body was very white, the kind of paleness that could not be seen in the light, making him look malnourished.

Feng He has been staying at home for the past half month and the light black and red spots on the original owner's skin that were tanned by the sun have completely disappeared.

Transformed into an unhealthy paleness.

In addition, he is short and his hair is longer than that of other boys, which makes him look even more timid.

It is the kind that will be immediately drowned if thrown into a crowd and will not attract anyone's attention at all.

I don’t know if it’s because of my physique or because Feng He eats too much junk food, but the original owner just can’t gain weight and has always looked thin and malnourished.

There is no tendency to grow taller or gain weight.