Sand sculpture tyrant always called my wife

Ying Zaizhou was holding the little fox in his hand, who had been watched for a long time in the bookstore.

It is said that O is fragile and delicate, how can his people suffer such hardship outside.

You should look around the house in the state.

Start planning in your head.

In the past few days, the room next door can be converted into a children's room, and a cloakroom should be added.

By the way, there is also a swimming pool, and it is best to add a table suitable for children in the study.

Although his son has a super IQ, he is still there after all.

Well, there should be some new clothes for the two of them.

Let's do our best and ask Secretary Li to buy a few limited edition pieces. When we get the people back, we can take them to the store to have them tailored.

Ying Zaizhou was very satisfied with his arrangement and nodded in agreement.

But he immediately shook his head, let go of the rua fox's hand, and turned to press the corner of his mouth that was about to stand shoulder to shoulder with the sun.

No, no, he just wanted to provide the father and son with a superior life, and he didn't have any special feelings for Xiao O.

Suddenly, Ying Zaizhou sat up from the big bed.

He seems to have forgotten a very important thing, did he not ask Xiao O's name?

The black hair that had been fixed with hairspray during the day was now messed up by Ying Zaizhou, sticking out on his head.

The "deep" overlord sat on his expensive big bed, lost in thought.

He didn't know Xiao O's name, and the other party came from time travel, so he couldn't find it. If he wanted to meet again, it would be luck...

"How could I make such a low-level mistake?" Ying Zaizhou turned his head, pressed his temple, looked at the little fox sitting on his lap, and bounced the little doll down with his fingers.

Fortunately, he is the man holding the script.

As long as he squats on the stalls at the gates of various high schools, he can't believe that he can't catch people.

Just like sitting on the sidelines in the shopping mall two days ago, the plot will always allow them to meet, without any difficulty!

It doesn't matter if he can't find it, he can't find it. The killer organization currently controlling him will definitely not be able to find it in a while.

It seems that even for the sake of his child's stable future, he must consider leaving the organization.

Ying Zaizhou spread out his two hands, looking at his long, slender hands that were smooth and flawless without a single callus.

As a killer, his hands were covered with blood.

After understanding the plot, he still decided not to show affection to Xiao O, not just for himself.

It is also for the future of the company, for the children, and for Xiao O.

He will not ruin his career for the sake of illusory love.

He will silently resist everything.

Ying Zaizhou had his hair on his head and looked at the window with a deep expression on his face.

I wanted to look at the bright starry sky and feel my life, but I forgot that I had already closed the curtains before going to bed.

"Ahem." Ying Zaizhou coughed twice, maintaining a "deep" movement.

It's really hard to be a high-cold boss who controls the lifeline of the global economy and also serves as a night killer.

No one knew what he was carrying.

Unexpectedly, after that day, Bian Yunluo never saw that strange Mr. Ying again.

In a blink of an eye, the new senior year of high school begins.

Bian Yunluo also returned to school to continue working.

He has led two consecutive high school seniors, this time it is three.

"Morning, Teacher Bian." Teacher Wang, who teaches physics in the same office, greeted Bian Yunluo enthusiastically.

This semester they were assigned to the same class again, "The new glasses are so cool, I also want to change the metal frame and get a glasses chain."

"Tsk, I'm twice as handsome immediately."

Teacher Wang is the head teacher of the seventh class next door.

Bian Yunluo nodded, sat down at the desk and began to read the lesson plans: "Morning."

Bian Yunluo didn't respond, and the math teacher in the next class couldn't stand it any longer: "Are those glasses handsome? That's because Teacher Bian is good-looking. Teacher Wang, you are more suitable for black-rimmed glasses."

Teacher Wang shook his head sadly, regained his spirit within two seconds, his face was full of gossip, looking left and right, hesitant to speak.

The teacher who had just pissed him off, knocked on the table with a roll of paper, and said in a helpless tone, "Teacher Wang, if you have any gossip, gossip, class will start soon, and no one will listen to what you want to say."

"This morning." Teacher Wang went forward to explore, trying to create the effect of everyone getting together to listen to gossip, but unfortunately no one cooperated with him.

"There is a limited-edition luxury car parked at the gate of the school, let's not talk about this number." Teacher Wang's hand gestures are blurred, "But I have never heard that any of the seniors in this year is a rich second generation."

His voice became lower and lower, and the teachers around finally stopped what they were doing and waited for his follow-up.

Only Bian Yunluo pushed his glasses, and seemed to have no interest in this matter.

"But I've seen this car before." Teacher Wang's eyes swept across the teachers in the office one by one, as if the old god was there.

"A while back, the last Class [-] Entrance Banquet, do you remember, after Teacher Bian left, a handsome guy touched my Ci'er."

Teacher Wang leaned on the table, imitating the action of being "touched" that day: "The car that picked him up later looked the same as the one I saw at the school gate this morning."

As always, the teachers who looked at him couldn't help but roll their eyes.

People who can afford this kind of car, can they still touch Teacher Wang?

They are also naive. Teacher Wang can gossip ten times a day in the office, and one of them is true, which is considered a stroke of luck.

Disgusted voices kept coming and going: "Cut——Ding Zao read it, Ding Zao read it."

Bian Yunluo left the office of the mathematics and physics group with several teachers.

Before I reached the door of the classroom, I heard the noise inside, mixed with the periodic table of elements: "Hydrogen, Helium, Lithium, Beryllium, Boron."

Bian Yunluo skillfully went around to the back door.

"Who do you think our head teacher is?"

"I heard that Mr. Bian was very handsome last year. I haven't seen it yet. It would be great if he took over." The two girls in the back row covered their faces with books and whispered gossip.

"But I heard he's super strict."

The girl was patted on the shoulder: "Hey, don't move, I won't bring you pancakes any more."

The girl's voice was not low, but at some point, the whole class fell silent.

The word "cake" that caused her sounded like it was going to break through the sky.

"I see it now, but I don't like eating cakes in the cafeteria." A cold voice sounded.

The girl felt as if there was a cool wind blowing behind her, she shrank her neck and turned around: "Old, teacher."

"Yeah." Bian Yunluo took the book and walked to the podium from the back door.

While walking, the glasses chain swayed slightly, and the sound of the heels colliding with the ground made the students' hearts gradually lifted.

"Bian Yunluo." He picked up the whiteboard marker and wrote three thin words, like his people, with a hint of indifference, "I teach mathematics and I am your class teacher."

The students held their breath, waiting for Bian Yunluo's "offensive".

However, Bian Yunluo scanned the classroom with his dark gray eyes: "Why didn't you read it earlier?"

Bian Yunluo stretched out his hand to push the glasses: "Want to take the quiz?"

"Carbon nitrogen oxygen fluorine neon!" The boy against the wall was startled by his reflective glasses, and blurted out the periodic table of elements.

The entire eighth class seemed to have been pressed a strange switch.

For a moment, no matter what books they were holding, they followed in the footsteps of the boys in the front row: "Sodium Magnesium Aluminum Silicon Phosphorus!"

The sound of the periodic table of elements resounded through the entire high school sprint building.

For Bian Yunluo, it was a fairly easy day.

The school bell rang, and after the teacher left, a group of children packed their schoolbags bitterly.

"Why do you leave so much homework on the first day?"

"Good guy, I didn't expect our homeroom teacher to be so handsome and so ruthless." The boy who read the periodic table in the morning held a stack of rolls and cried loudly, "It's just a waste of my enthusiasm."

Talking and talking and singing: "Sell my love!"

The boy in the back seat continued: "You have owed your conscience!"

The two faced each other, stood on their seats holding hands, and sang passionately.

The children in the class followed suit.

It wasn't until the two turned their heads without any objection, and saw Bian Yunluo's indifferent face appearing on the window facing the corridor next to him.

The singing stopped abruptly, and the air seemed to freeze.

"Sulphur chloride argon potassium calcium!" The boy shouted, facing Bian Yunluo straightly.

"Report to Teacher Bian, I am trying to compile the periodic table of elements into "Love Trading" to help me remember, please give me instructions!"

Bian Yunluo bent the corners of his mouth invisibly, opened the window, and said to the boy, "You lead the eleventh chorus."

Then he turned and left, ready to pick up Mian Mian after get off work.

In the morning, the luxury car that Mr. Wang mentioned was parked at the school gate, with "I am a rich man" written all over the car.

Just as the children were going home, the school gate was crowded with food stalls.

Noisy and full of fireworks, the black luxury car looked out of place.

Bian Yunluo's gaze didn't stop on the car, and walked towards the bus station as usual.

I was delayed for some time today, so I have to hurry up to pick up Mianmian.

Ying Zaizhou, who had been squatting at the school gate for a whole day, finally saw Xin Xinnian's figure. Without saying a word, he opened the car door and hurried to catch up with Bian Yunluo.

Bian Yunluo sent a message to Mianmian's teacher in charge of the class, and was startled by the sudden hand on his shoulder.

"I'm here." Ying Zaizhou's handsome face appeared forcefully in front of him again.

Bian Yunluo's pupils dilated slightly, and a little surprise could finally be seen on his unchanging expression.

It's not hot right now, but it's definitely not cool.

Like Bian Yunluo, long-sleeved trousers cover her tightly, which is considered a minority.

It should be more exaggerated in the state.

Another brand-new four-piece suit, water-red lining, black suit, hair combed with hairspray to create a delicate shape.

The whole person and the smoky food stall behind him formed a huge sense of separation.

Ying Zaizhou tugged at the collar of his suit, put one hand on the bus stop sign, and showed a smile that he thought was charming: "Why, are you so happy to see me?"

Thinking of Bian Yunluo, who was extremely lacking in inner activities, a rare question mark slowly appeared in his heart.

Where does this person get his confidence from?

Bian Yunluo turned his head, pretending not to know that Ying Zaizhou was talking to him.

Ying Zaizhou thought the surroundings were too noisy, and his little O couldn't hear him.

Then he cleared his throat and turned up the volume: "Ahem, I allow you to accompany me to dinner."

The students who were some distance away from the stop sign heard his words and turned their heads one after another.

Even so, Bian Yunluo still ignored him.

Bian Yunluo stared at the bus information on his mobile phone, and the bus would arrive at the stop in 3 minutes.

Ying Zaizhou, who was repeatedly neglected, withdrew his hand on the stop sign angrily.

Feeling beating in his heart, it stands to reason that Xiao O would not ignore him: "You are arrogant because you are favored, do you know?"

"Crunch—" the harsh sound of brakes sounded, and the bus stopped in front of the two of them.

Bian Yunluo directly got into the car to scan the QR code, and his movements were combined in one go. Before the door was about to close, he finally looked back at Ying Zaizhou: "If you are sick, please go to the hospital."

Bian Yunluo, who got into the car, happened to be on the side.

Facing the eyes Ying Zaizhou was looking at him from outside the car, Bian Yunluo slowly took off his glasses, not seeing clearly.

Bian Yunluo pinched his glasses, the red mole on his temple was particularly conspicuous.

This person is like a dog skin plaster, and he always says some inexplicable things, which is really annoying.

Secretary Li, who was sitting in the car, looked at his boss, like a peacock who had been rejected, silently put away his feathers.

He was also sprayed with bus exhaust all over his face, and his hands were covered with dust from the stop sign. He stood there in a daze, looking at the bus leaving without dust.

"Pfft." Secretary Li couldn't hold back his laughter for a while.

He has worked with Ying Zaizhou for five years, and he can be regarded as a friend. He has never seen Ying Zaizhou, who is extremely narcissistic and extremely aggressive, suffer so much.

Seeing that Ying Zaizhou was full of disbelief, he still pretended that nothing happened and walked this way.

Secretary Li put away his presumptuous smile with great effort, and went down to open the door for Ying Zaizhou.

Ying made an exception in the state and sat in the co-pilot, obviously having something to say.

"Mr. Ying, do you want to chase?" Secretary Li looked at the car stopped at the intersection ahead by a red light, and asked Ying Zaizhou in a low voice.

Ying Zaizhou, who was wiping his hands, suddenly raised his head and looked at him with bright eyes.

She nodded her head pretending to be reserved: "Yeah."

"Yes." Secretary Li kicked the gas pedal, followed by a feeling of pushing back.

Shall be in the states posted on the leather seats with wandering eyes.

After struggling for a moment, he said, "I have a friend..." and relayed the embarrassing thing that happened just now.

"What do you think he means?" Ying Zaizhou folded his arms on his chest, pressed his fist to his lips, and frowned.

"This counts as a refusal." Secretary Li pretended not to know the true identity of this so-called friend, carefully choosing his words so as not to hurt Mr. Ying's inflated self-confidence.

"It's a bit abrupt for a stranger to come up and say such a thing suddenly."

"Strangers?!" These three words seemed to have stepped on Ying Zaizhou's tail, and he refuted the matter very quickly, "We! No, they have been in close contact!"

He even has children. Someone like Secretary Li who has only been in a few relationships doesn't understand what it's like to be a father!

Ying Zaizhou leaned against the back of the chair with his chest puffed up.

Secretary Li's pupils dilated slightly, good guy, is this something he can listen to for free?

Intimate contact, is it possible that Ying always wants to develop a long-term p friend, or develop a nurturing relationship?

"Your friend, do you want to sign some kind of contract with the other party?" Secretary Li's language was as round and tactful as possible.

Ying Zaizhou pointed the back of his handsome head at him awkwardly, and reluctantly let out a voice from his nasal cavity: "Ang."

That must be marriage.

Secretary Li understood, so it was so.

As expected of a cultural person, Bao Yang still said it so cryptically.

Ying Zaizhou drew circles on his knees with his hands: "What do you think he should do more naturally?"

Secretary Li sighed lightly, the chaotic wealthy family: "This is the same as negotiating business. The other party will give what they want and what they lack, and use this as a condition to reach a cooperation. You have experience, Mr. Ying, and you can teach him."

Ying Zaizhou looked at Secretary Li thoughtfully, with a sudden admiration in his eyes.

What Xiao O wants most is definitely the love he should have in Zhouzhou, which he definitely cannot give.

Everything else can be satisfied.

The bus stopped again, and Bian Yunluo walked down from it.

Secretary Li parked the car in a hidden place, and reminded him in a low voice, "Boss Ying."

Ying Zaizhou nodded to show his understanding, he didn't get out of the car in a hurry, and kept his unrestrained movements, his eyes were glued to Bian Yunluo's slightly thin back.

Bian Yunluo waited at the door for a while, then Mianmian came out of the building bouncing around with her new schoolbag on her back.

"Dad, Dad." Bian Yunluo hugged the child who bumped into his arms, patted his head, and led the child to the bus stop.

Speaking of which, the family's loan is almost repaid, it's time to buy a car, Bian Yunluo was thinking.

The car parked at the corner did not leave for a long time. After waiting for the father and son to get on the bus, they followed.

Secretary Li didn't know if it was an illusion, he seemed to see his extremely narcissistic, cool and crazy boss, his eyes were a little red?

Ying Zaizhou blinked, holding back the tears that were about to burst into his eyes.

His son was supposed to go to college at the age of six, be on the rich list at the age of ten, and build a business empire at the age of 12.

But when he was three years old, he studied in such a broken and small place.

So many days and nights without him.

How did Xiao O raise the child in an unfamiliar environment, and then survive the painful heat alone.

Thinking of this, Ying Zaizhou felt his heart ache.