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When he returned home, Tian Chen had already left. He took a comfortable bath and sat on the bed.There was a finely carved wooden box in front of him, and when he opened it, the contents inside were very ordinary, an old admission letter envelope, a card, and a photo.

Qingfeng will carry this box with her wherever she goes, and even the creases on the corners are clearly remembered after reading the admission notice.

"It would have been great if you had gone to school back then." Every time he saw the news, there was a rising new star, Qingfeng would always try to find traces of Musu, but he knew very well that their family didn't go to school, so naturally they wouldn't In the column, only regrets are left.

Picking up the card, it was left by Musu back then. The money in it has already been saved to 200 million. Qingfeng doesn't know how much money has been saved in it, but he is waiting, and finally when it is time, Musu can face it again. his timing.How many times, Qingfeng wished to put money in it by himself, but the other party was Musu, that arrogant person, who had worked hard for the millions that none of them cared about in the past six years.

There is also a photo in the box, which is the first one-inch photo of Musu in Qingfeng's hands. The 14-year-old smiles very innocently and brightly. It is also because of this photo that Qingfeng accidentally put Musu in the box. In the heart.

"You have really grown up."

After the break, it was another long day of meetings.In the past, he hated the dark night, because it always made him feel that there were many things he could not finish, but now he began to look forward to it, and he ran half a city every day to drink such a bowl of porridge, which was not very tasty, and he felt comforted .

"Qingfeng, are you feeling better?" Uncle Zheng looked at Qingfeng's rapid weight loss due to sudden illness in the past few days, and couldn't help but persuade him to go back quickly, "Don't work too hard, or your father will be worried."

"Okay, I see." Qingfeng put down the pen in his hand, leaned on the sofa chair, rubbed his temples, "Uncle Zheng, is he okay?"

Although he didn't mention his name, Uncle Zheng understood immediately, "Your father is very good. He's just worried about you."

"I think Mrs. Tan is more worried." Uncle Zheng's words made Qingfeng smile, Qingfeng's directness is rare in this kind of circle, "Yeah, but after all, it's too small to make a big deal, so you can go ahead and do it. "

"Didn't she come to you? You helped me so blatantly." Thinking of Lin Qiaohui's frustrated look, she felt in a good mood. Qingfeng just liked to constantly break the face of that elegant lady.

"It's you who are capable. The people who can help you are all thinking of you in the open and in the dark. I'm afraid that Mrs. Tan is powerless. No matter what, Xu Dajun and his group are just clowns." Everyone knew very well that Tan Qingfeng didn't come to power because of father and son fighting each other. He really didn't know what this ancestor did to make his father and elder brother carefully confess, and he was afraid of his death. The position is not stable, if it gets out, it will be a great miracle in the business world.That's why Uncle Zheng felt that other people were nothing to be afraid of, as long as these two people didn't think Qingfeng was a threat, let alone those people.

"makes sense."

He left very early today, and drove to Musu's porridge shop at six o'clock in the afternoon.For a rare moment of leisure, Mu Su raised his head and looked at the TV set high above, which broadcast entertainment news.In the recent entertainment news, Tian Chen's news will be broadcast every day. Let's not talk about it again. Tian Chen is going to participate in a big-budget TV series. The competition in this TV series is already fierce. Tian Chen can still occupy a place. Who will I'm not envious.

"Actually, you are better than Tian Chen in this role." Qingfeng stood behind him at some point, and Musu trembled in fright, but he could only nuzzle his nose and turn to work.

"Corn, sausage, green vegetables, shrimp, and a little duck egg yolk." Qingfeng started ordering for the first time, and he was in a good mood today, so he wanted to eat better.

Musu refused to let him eat well, which caused him to bump his head, what a beautiful idea!

While the porridge was cooking, I couldn't help but glance at the TV.When he was popular at the beginning, he also took over a lot of big-budget TV series, but no matter how you look at it, it was a vase, and his acting was not good. Musu knew that he had to pretend that he didn't know, in order not to embarrass Lee.

Just as he was lost in thought, the spoon in his hand was pushed suddenly. He looked down and saw that a lot of sausages and corn had been put into the porridge. .”

"Guests can't put so many sausages, I really don't understand the rules!" This made Mu Su feel bad. These sausages are all good sausages, and they cost 36 yuan a catty!

Looking at Musu's calculating look, he used to spend money without blinking, carefree and carefree. For a long time, he didn't understand why Qingfeng bought vegetables so calculatingly.But looking at Musu like this, Qingfeng frowned indistinctly, feeling a little distressed, so he could only turn around and sit back in his seat.

Musu brought two bowls of porridge, one bowl of white porridge, and one bowl for Qingfeng. With a clean spoon, he picked up all the corn and sausages that Qingfeng put in too much into his own bowl, stirred and started to eat dinner.Qingfeng pretended to be angry, "You are too stingy, you just let it go and pick it back."

"I can't lose money. If every customer puts so much, will I drink Northwest Wind?" Musu reasoned with Qingfeng slowly, but when he looked up, he saw Qingfeng dug out a whole duck egg yolk from the porridge, looked at him and said with a smile "Does every guest have such a big egg yolk?"

Now it was Musu's turn to blush, and he lowered his head to drink his porridge, ignoring the person opposite him.

After finishing a bowl of porridge, Qingfeng on the opposite side was still slowly pouring spoonfuls into his mouth. In an instant, he had an illusion, and saw him sitting in the breakfast shop many years ago, who was still a student, wearing a simple school uniform. Shirt, clean and delicate.But look at it now, he is wearing a suit and shirt now, he also has a special flavor, after all... he is old.

"What's wrong with your hand?" The cold voice pulled him back from his thoughts, his hand was already held in the palm of the other hand, and he couldn't stop looking at it.Qingfeng looked at Musu's hand that was glowing red, and frowned, feeling a little worried.

"Oh, I accidentally got burned, it's okay." Mu Su didn't care, but seeing the cool breeze that had been calm all the time, a faint anger welled up in his eyes, although it was hard to detect "What's wrong? good."

Qingfeng didn't ask any more questions, but his face was surprisingly ugly, "I still have something to do, let's go first." Putting down the empty bowl, he took his coat and was about to get up to leave. When he passed by Musu, he reached out and rubbed his head.

"Really, I've never seen a guest who comes to drink porridge every day without giving money." He muttered, but he didn't know why Qingfeng's sudden emotion was in his heart.

Sitting in the car, Qingfeng's mind was full of Musu's red hands and that careless expression.Sure enough, the only person who cares is yourself?Those hands that were used for painting, but now it is commonplace to be injured, and there was a burst of loss in my heart.