You do not understand

Jiang Xun's biological clock is very regular, and there are more night battles with lights in the third year of high school than before. No matter how late he goes to bed, he can wake up on time at [-]:[-].

He put on his clothes and went to the living room, and found that Duan Yanzhe was lying on the sofa sleeping, the laptop was hanging over the edge of the sofa, he unconsciously put his hands and feet lightly, went to put the computer on the table, then turned into the bathroom, and closed the door Brush your teeth and wash your face.

After washing, Jiang Xun opened the refrigerator and found that it was empty except for a few cans of beer. He took Duan Yanzhe's key from the table, went downstairs and bought two egg-filled biscuits, put one on the table, and carried the other to school. up.

When I met Shu Jingyao in the corridor, she walked leisurely, humming a song, and made no secret of her good mood.

Jiang Xun walked at a normal speed, and when she passed her, she grabbed the strap of her schoolbag: "Jiang Xun, good morning."

"Morning." Jiang Xun was dragged by her, so he had no choice but to say hello to her.

Shu Jingyao jumped two steps and walked to him, suddenly she had a look of disbelief: "Hey, what's the matter with your face?"

Jiang Xun touched his chin as if nothing had happened: "Oh, it knocked."

"..."

"Really, I fell asleep while reading and knocked on the desk."

"Pfft—" Shu Jingyao laughed and burst into tears, "Oh no, I want to tell you anecdotes about you."

Jiang Xun didn't smile. Seeing that he was about to reach the door of the classroom, he said, "Shu Jingyao, actually, Lawyer Duan is... pretty good."

Shu Jingyao's smile immediately froze, her face turned sideways, her tone became cold: "Really? What's wrong with him?"

"..."

"I know, in fact, lawyers are the same as those who sell bank loans and insurance. When they sell themselves, they are hype. When they are really needed, they are only profit-seeking. How can the disadvantaged get a little bit of money?"

The more she talked, the more aggrieved she became, and she said seriously to Jiang Xun: "A small client like my dad is irrelevant to Mansi, and my impression of him is not important at all. Don't say that just because Ding Nan and his dad are too busy to take care of themselves now." Don't forget Duan Yanzhe's kind words, he won't help us."

Duan Yanzhe fell asleep in a daze until after nine o'clock, when he received a call from Duan Xingyue.

"I read the materials you sent to my email in the early morning. It's very good. Thank you for your hard work."

"Um……"

"There will be a meeting to discuss it soon. You just talk about what you wrote?"

Duan Yanzhe's face wrinkled into a ball: "Don't you know what's going on? You just leave it to us to do it for us..."

Duan Xingyue was speechless and silent for a while: "During breakfast today, my mother had a bad complexion and was talking about you."

Duan Yanzhe finally sat up and interrupted irritably: "Okay, I know what she said."

Duan Xingyue paused: "What do you know, you know you're still mad at her?"

"..." Duan Yanzhe grabbed two handfuls of hair, messed up his head even more, stood up reluctantly and walked to the bathroom, saying as he walked, "I am angry with her? If I am angry with Liao Xue, it is equivalent to being angry with her, then I really—"

His eyes fell on the egg-filled biscuits, and he was stunned.

Duan Xingyue listened to what he said and stopped talking: "What's wrong?"

Duan Yanzhe touched the egg-filled biscuit, and it was completely cold, so he slipped up again, looked left and right, and smiled inexplicably.

Duan Xing was too late to wait for his response, and heard him laugh so creepily, he took over the conversation: "Do I need to say more about this matter? Parents don't know, maybe they still have fantasies, but the relationship between the two of us There is no secret in the time, so I opened up and said, you don't need to like Liao Xue, but you have to play this game well. Fengjun is our biggest potential customer, and it is reasonable to definitely win it. If you lose Fengjun, you will lose Fengjun. It doesn't make any sense for Mance to cultivate a hundred customers."

"You can, let me see if you play one." Duan Yanzhe put down the cake and frowned, "Even if Fengjun is a treasure mine that can't be dug out, my life goal is not just to make money. I won't do anything with Liao Xue." So, I'm afraid she also has an account in her heart."

As he said that, he took a deep breath: "Yes, maybe I can train a hundred more customers and it won't be worth one Fengjun. So what do you mean? I have to sacrifice everything for Fengjun? Am I being disrespectful to our family if I lose Fengjun? Doesn't make sense anymore?"

"..." Duan Xing said seriously, "Yanzhe, the reason why a businessman is a businessman is to know how to give and take, otherwise our family will not be where it is today. If I am in your position now, I have to submit."

"A lot of money is not difficult to deal with, but don't lose everything." Duan Yanzhe pursed his lips, "Our family makes money like this, why, your happiness or my happiness?"

"You want to pick your parents, don't you? You can be happy as you please. Have you thought about our parents for a long time?"

Duan Yanzhe's face sank completely: "I don't want to talk anymore, I want to sleep."

Duan Xingyue didn't say anything, and put down the phone with a snap.

Duan Yanzhe lost all sleepiness, took a shower, and went to the closet to get clean and brand new underwear.

They are neatly arranged, without the slightest trace of movement.

Duan Yanzhe thought of something, looked back at the bed, the cups and pillows were also in place, and the bedspread was as smooth as a mirror.

He got dressed and walked out, put the Yunnan Baiyao on the table into his briefcase, made a cup of coffee, and ate slowly with egg-filled pancakes.

After breakfast, Duan Yanzhe went downstairs and drove home. As soon as he entered the door, he saw Ye Tingyi sitting on the sofa reading a magazine.

"Mom, good morning." Duan Yanzhe walked over, sat next to her, and said with a smile on his face.

"You know you're back?" Ye Tingyi flipped through the magazine twice, put it aside, and patted Duan Yanzhe on the shoulder, "Stop talking back to me? Are you going to make me angry?"

Duan Yanzhe still smiled: "Don't dare, dare not."

Ye Tingyi also smiled, grabbed the phone on the table, and said, "That's right, I called Xiaoxue over. She came home yesterday, but you weren't here. Why, you turned everyone away last time?"

Duan Yanzhe held Ye Tingyi's hand: "Mom, don't worry about it. If it's just for this matter, I went to her and talked to her. I didn't want her to come to eat leftovers. It seems that I have a meeting with her friends. It's me who's gone."

Ye Tingyi could hear that he used the word "friend" with emphasis, and secretly wanted to separate the relationship. Although he was unhappy in his heart, he didn't show it. He just said: "Don't take rebelliousness as your personality, think that we are showing you the way. It's all wrong. The people who arrange for you don't care about your feelings. These days, you can't talk about feelings with anyone. Can you know what she likes about you with a person whose status is very different from yours? "

Duan Yanzhe couldn't hold back his smile, and stood up: "Mom, don't let your mind wander, I'll talk to Liao Xue first."

Ye Tingyi nodded, and said, "You have to have a good talk with her, and don't lose your temper when you disagree."

Duan Yanzhe turned his back and walked towards the door, his smile disappeared and his expression was indifferent.

He called Liao Xue, she was eating morning tea at Fuji, Duan Yanzhe drove directly to the private room, saw Liao Xue picking up fried fresh milk with chopsticks, he didn't even look at him, just said: "Oh, what The gust of wind brought you here?"

Duan Yanzhe sat down and took the bill: "That's all, don't you want to eat anything else?"

"Don't eat, why?"

Duan Yanzhe took out the list, turned around and went out for a while, then came back and sat down again: "I bought the list."

Only then did Liao Xue raise her eyelids to look at him, she wanted to smile but she didn't want to, and the corners of her mouth were tense: "Since you paid the bill, why don't you eat some?"

"I have already eaten."

"What to eat?"

"Egg-filled biscuits."

"..." Liao Xue couldn't help laughing, "What?"

Seeing that Duan Yanzhe remained expressionless, she asked, "Have you stayed up all night? Your eyes are red, what makes you so obsessed with it? It can't be because of me."

After hearing this, Duan Yanzhe finally smiled: "No, I played all night last night. As for the matter between us brothers and sisters, I don't think you will care so much about it."

Liao Xue stopped laughing immediately: "Whoever is brother and sister with you, you deserve it too!"

Duan Yanzhe poured a sip of tea, took a sip unhurriedly, and said, "Okay, okay, I don't deserve it, so it's always right between classmates."

Liao Xueteng stood up from his seat: "I won't eat."

Duan Yanzhe also got up and grabbed her arm: "Hey, why worry, where are you going, I'll see you off."

Liao Xue looked at him, gritted her teeth, but did not break free, followed him stiffly, and got into the car.

As soon as she sat on the seat, she felt something was wrong, and when Duan Yanzhe started the car, she couldn't help but ask, "Is there anyone in your car?"

Duan Yanzhe rolled down the car window a little, and said with a smile: "That's too much, Linda is far away, Song Li is close by, oh, you probably don't even know each other."

The more Liao Xue listened, the more angry she became, her eyes fell to the side, and when she found half a bottle of Pocari, she immediately roared, "Who drank the leftovers?"

Duan Yanzhe said "Oh": "The person who invited me to eat egg-filled pancakes."

Liao Xue couldn't bear it anymore: "Duan Yanzhe, what do you mean today? Do you think it's fun to play tricks on me?"

Duan Yanzhe stared straight ahead, without a moment's vision: "Liao Xue, your four-year college classmate and I, you know me, there are many things I don't care about, and there are too few things that I care about. If you want to use something to restrain me, it's not easy possible."

Hearing that he suddenly became serious, Liao Xue shrank back in his seat, evasively saying, "It's just a petty temper tantrum with you. Why are you so formal? The classmate friendship you mentioned just now is gone? Let's A little conflict, you are starting to go online again?"

Duan Yanzhe turned his head to look at her, and smiled: "No, of course I miss the friendship between classmates. Besides, we are so close, whether you are Fengjun's daughter or an ordinary girl, it is the same to me. of."

Liao Xue crossed her arms, angry and disappointed, and didn't know what to say for a while.

The morning passed quickly. After school at noon, Jiang Xun came home and saw Jiang Shaoan in a daze in the living room.

The KFC he ordered was laid out on the table without moving. Jiang Shaoan lay disheveled on the sofa, holding a mobile phone in his hand, staring blankly at the local news station.

Jiang Xun walked over and stood in front of him: "Father."

Only then did Jiang Shaoan look up, as if taken aback by him: "Are you back? When did you come back? Why didn't you make a sound?"

Jiang Xun saw that his face was still pale, and although he looked at him, he didn't notice any changes in himself, so he didn't dare to ask anything, but said, "Where's Aunt Zhang? Is she not coming today?"

"Didn't I tell you, I let her go home." Jiang Shaoan sat up, "I just won't let her come again."

Jiang Xun's eyes widened: "Why?"

But as soon as the words were out of his mouth, he seemed to understand something, and stood there silently.

Jiang Shaoan got up and noticed Jiang Xun's reaction, and smiled apologetically: "KFC has been left open all night, so I guess you can't eat it. Dad will cook you some porridge first, so that you can make do with it for lunch, okay?"

Jiang Xun nodded silently, Jiang Shaoan walked towards the kitchen, Jiang Xun followed behind him, and said in a feverish manner: "Father, why don't you meet Zhao Jiali in the afternoon, you...haven't seen each other for a long time?"

In the past, he would hardly mention Zhao Jiali in front of Jiang Shaoan. Normally, Jiang Shaoan would be very happy.

At this moment, Jiang Shaoan froze, then smiled bleakly, and said, "Go and wash your hands."

"..." Jiang Xun turned his head and walked out of the kitchen and went to the bathroom. He saw his jaw in the mirror and gritted his teeth angrily.

He suddenly wanted to know what Ding Haoyi and Ding Nan were doing now.

Is it suffering like they are, or has been actively functioning and is safe and sound.

He was thinking wildly, when he heard a loud bang in the kitchen, and hurried out, only to see that the faucet was still on, and Jiang Shaoan was already lying on the floor, unconscious.

Jiang Xun's heart almost jumped out of his chest, and he shouted in panic, "Dad!"