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

Over time, Feng He no longer cared much about her body shape.

Ignore him.

Fenghe didn’t feel like ordering takeout in the evening, so she just didn’t eat.

If he woke up hungry at night, he would eat instant noodles.

Anyway, he thinks instant noodles are delicious and there are many flavors to choose from.

Song Chongjiang stayed at the Song family tonight. The Song family members were very happy and chatted until a little late.

Let’s talk about Song Ziqin’s upcoming high school life and Song Chongjiang’s love life and marriage.

Mrs. Song joked that many of her friends had asked her indirectly whether her eldest son had any plans for a romantic relationship, as they all had daughters of marriageable age who admired the eldest son of the Song family.

Song Chongjiang has no plans to fall in love for the time being, he wants to focus on his work first.

In fact, the Song family's business territory has been expanded by Song Chongjiang to be large enough to be called a business empire.

There is no need to expand further.

But the family still respects Song Chongjiang's decision.

……

By 11pm, the family chatter in the living room finally died down.

Mother Feng and other aunts began to clean up the mess.

It was almost twelve o'clock by the time everyone went back to their rooms to rest.

The whole villa was quiet and dark.

As expected, Feng He woke up in the middle of the night because of hunger.

Although he bought a lot of snacks, he just wanted to eat something hot at night.

So Feng He got off the bed and got a bucket of spicy beef noodles.

After adding the ingredients, you are ready to add hot water.

Because there was no one in the villa at night, Feng He swaggered to the kitchen to get hot water from the water dispenser for instant noodles.

After he got the water, he used a fork to put the lid of the instant noodles on.

Feng He grabbed herself and tried to go back to her room.

But as soon as he turned his head, he bumped into a hard chest.

Feng He felt a pain on his face, but he ignored the pain and immediately turned around to see if his instant noodles had spilled.

Looking at the intact instant noodles, Feng He felt lucky that she didn't spill the noodles.

Otherwise, cleaning in the middle of the night would be another hassle.

Feng He then looked up to see who had bumped into him.

The person in front of him was really too tall, at least nearly twenty centimeters taller than him.

!

It’s Song Chongjiang.

Feng He's heart was pounding, wondering how she got to meet Song Chongjiang.

Maybe because of the incident of stealing cakes in the afternoon, he felt particularly guilty when facing Song Chongjiang.

Song Chongjiang was also surprised to run into the child in the middle of the night who had just stolen the pastries he bought for his family in the afternoon.

He went downstairs to drink some water. The lights in the kitchen were off and the child was so small that he didn't see him at all.

He was wearing a nightgown, and Feng He's shallow breathing hit his chest.

He stepped back slightly and put some distance between himself and Feng He.

With a commanding view, Feng He happened to look up at him, so he could see the face of this thin child very clearly.

Surprisingly beautiful.

This was Song Chongjiang’s first impression.

He was thirty years old and had seen countless handsome men and beautiful women, but it could be said that none of them was more stunning than Feng He.

Feng He is too young now, and his face is so stunning even though he hasn't fully grown yet. It shows how captivating he will be when he grows up.

Song Chongjiang paused, retracted his gaze, and said, "You must be Sister Li's son."

Song Chongjiang is already thirty years old, and Feng's mother is only forty years old, so it is not inappropriate for him to call her sister.

Feng He nodded stiffly.

At present, "he" has not revealed his true nature, so it is not surprising that he pretends to be good in front of Song Chongjiang.

"How old are you?"

"Eighteen."

Eighteen years old. Song Chongjiang was stunned. He thought about how when he saw him on the surveillance camera, he estimated that he was two or three years younger than Song Ziqin. He didn't expect that the child was actually two years older than Song Ziqin.

A distant memory suddenly flashed through Song Chongjiang's mind.

It was his mother who asked him to handle the procedures for Feng He's transfer to the Beijing University Affiliated High School, where she was a senior in high school. He directly handed it over to his secretary and forgot about it not long after.

Because subconsciously I feel that these are not important people or things.

"What's your name?"

"Feng He."

Wind lotus.

Song Chongjiang silently repeated the name in his mind. For some reason, a sour and sweet feeling suddenly surged from deep in his heart. But more of it was pain.

The feeling came so violently, like a flood.

Song Chongjiang pressed his chest to relieve the discomfort.

baffling.

Song Chongjiang attributed this to the fact that he slept too late today, and his body, which was used to going to bed early, was protesting.

Song Chongjiang said nothing. He originally wanted to drink hot water, but he turned around and got a bottle of ice water from the refrigerator, then went upstairs quickly to rest.

Feng He also came back to the room with his instant noodles, which washed away his sleepiness.

Feng He prepared to eat some instant noodles and play all night.

Song Chongjiang may have asked about his basic situation out of politeness to make the employer's family appear less cold.

*

A month has passed since the last time I saw Song Chongjiang. He may have come a few times since then, but Feng He never saw him.

Because without a mission to drive him, he would never step out of the room easily.

But just because he doesn't look for trouble doesn't mean that nothing will come to him.

Feng He is taking online classes in her room to review the knowledge points from her first and second year of high school.

I was suddenly attacked by a loud noise outside.

I don’t know what’s happening outside, are there any guests coming?

Feng He silently put on her headphones and connected her phone to Bluetooth.

But the noise outside was too loud, and it even seemed like someone was walking towards us, chattering non-stop.

"Song Ziqin, can't you take me to the toilet yourself? You let me do it myself... Your house is so big, why don't you have an aunt or something?"

"Auntie is out buying groceries, and some have asked for leave. You can find them yourself. Why are you talking so much nonsense?"

Even with headphones on, Feng He couldn't avoid hearing the voices of Song Ziqin and his friends.

A very penetrating boyish voice.

"Hey, isn't it here? There is a door here."

The sound was getting closer and closer, and Feng He had a bad feeling.

"Bang!" Feng He's door was opened.

Feng He closed her eyes and took off her headphones.

"Damn, why are there people here? Song Ziqin, don't you only have one brother?"

The boy was startled.

Song Ziqin, who heard the noise outside, said: "... Damn, Zhang Ying, are you sick?"

Song Ziqin's face turned dark. He guessed that Zhang Ying might have accidentally entered Feng He's room.

Song Ziqin went over and pulled Zhang Ying away, "Idiot, the toilet is here!"

Feng He never looked back from beginning to end, and he tried hard to be an invisible person.

[Ding! Release of limited-time task: You want to play with Song Ziqin and others.]

Feng He: “…I don’t want to.”

[Think about the integral.]

Feng He resigned herself to her fate and turned off the online class, preparing to see how to fit in.

Song Ziqin brought many classmates to his house to play. They were originally playing in the living room, but now they seemed to have gone to the swimming pool outside.

Feng He followed them stealthily, and saw Song Ziqin and a group of teenagers of similar age lying on various floating air cushions on the water in swimsuits.

Some were on the shore, lying on reclining chairs.

A young man wearing sunglasses asked with interest: "Song Ziqin, you just said that skinny guy is your aunt's child?"

Song Ziqin glanced at him, which was considered as his agreement.

"Let him cut some watermelon for us. We're a little thirsty..."

"Yes, yes, ask him to bring a few more cans of Coke. This is what I want to drink in the summer."

"I want some cantaloupe, hand-peeled red grapefruit, and bayberry and lychee ice..."

More people heard it and started to follow suit.

Song Ziqin's face darkened as he listened, "Are you guys done yet? I don't even know him."

Zhang Ying looked at Song Ziqin with amusement and said, "Why are you so slow? Didn't I tell you that he's just the nanny's child? What's his name?"

Song Ziqin was stunned by the question. He couldn't get out a word for a long time: "I don't know, his last name seems to be Feng."

"That kid named Feng, come here for a moment."

Zhang Ying shouted at the top of his voice.

Feng He, who had been hiding in the corner and eavesdropping, said: "...Hey!"

The atmosphere was frozen for a moment, followed by bursts of laughter.

"puff!"

"Pfft hahahaha!"

"Fuck, I can't stop laughing, hahahaha."

"Zhang Ying, he actually responded. From the sound of his voice, he's not far away. Hahahahaha."

Feng He: “…”

Feng He muttered to the system: "He called me, and I answered. Is there any problem?"

[…No problem. Maybe they didn’t expect you to respond.]

Feng He walked out slowly and asked, "Do you want Coke and fruit? I'll go cut them."

When he came out, the boys' laughter had stopped and there was only whispering.

When he said this, the whispering stopped.

Someone said nonchalantly: "You are so small, are you sure you can hold a big watermelon?"

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha."

Another burst of laughter came.

"Little brother, what grade are you in?"

There were provocative voices, as if teasing him.

Feng He answered seriously: "I am eighteen years old, and I am in my third year of high school. I am older than all of you."

There was silence, then laughter again.

Obviously they didn't believe it, so Feng He slipped into the kitchen to cut fruit.

Hehehe, he can take the opportunity to eat a little then.