After being proposed by a blind man, I married into a wealthy family

The dinner of the three of them was particularly depressing that day.

Of course, dinner is for the other two.

Only depression is related to Muzhou.

In his eyes, He Yanhui is simply a little slut who combines the qualities of white lotus, green tea, coffee, black tea, macchiato, balabala, all the little rascals in the world.

WTF.

Selling so badly that he even took up his exclusive guest room at Ling Su's house? ?

Guan Muzhou fanned himself crazily with Ling Su's small ledger, while digging into Ling Su's small pudding to relieve his anger.

Ling Su next to him smiled and said, "Master, can I let you soak in the bathtub tonight?"

"No." Guan Muzhou snorted, expressing that he didn't think he would compromise because of these small favors.

Just kidding? In ancient times, emperors had to go through procedures when marrying wives. Ling Su brought back a small one without saying a word. How could he swallow this breath!

The key point is that this little one still looks like a palace, holding a teacup and listening to Gouxue Lian's drama, as if he is about to go to the mother's world in the next second.

"Didn't you say that he is good-looking before, and that he has a unique temperament." Ling Su leaned on the side and tried to persuade Guan Muzhou, "Why did you go back on your word?"

Guan Muzhou squinted at He Yanhui who was on the other side of the couch, and hummed twice: "Anyway, it's not possible."

Although this person is not the type that Guan Muzhou can scold in terms of temperament or appearance.

Guan Muzhou started working as a model before graduating from university, and he can be considered a senior in this industry, with a particularly sharp eye for people.High eyebrows, deep eyes and three-dimensional lines are almost the aesthetic benchmark of the model circle, and everyone has a high-end face.

But for a person as exquisite as He Yanhui, no matter how picky Guan Muzhou is, he can't say a word to that face.

Not to mention that He Yanhui's whole body demeanor, in front of Ling Su, is always "I'm so pitiful, you hurt me".

But as soon as he left Ling Su, only one sentence lingered all over his body.

To your father I get on my knees.

How come there are two faces when she looks so good-looking!

"Bailian bitch, damn it." Guan Muzhou smashed the pudding in the bowl hard, staring at He Yanhui while sucking.

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Guan Muzhou has always been a homeless master in Haicheng. Besides work, he is either in a hotel or at Ling Su's house, and he has never been restrained at all here.

"Su, I'll sleep at your place tonight." He shook the towel in his hand, stretched his old arms and legs while wearing earphones, and walked towards the bathroom.

Ling Su was lying on the dinner table and earnestly doing the calculations, when she heard the words, she agreed without even raising her head: "Go to sleep, leave me the high pillow."

"I know." Guan Muzhou finished it perfectly with a shoulder crunch, humming a song to welcome Ling Su's special bath.

"You sleep in the guest room." Hearing the sound of the wheelchair coming towards her, Ling Su replied to He Yan with a smile while knocking on the calculator.

In the afternoon, when He Yan came back, he walked around Ling Su's house, and at night, he was able to move around freely, which surprised Ling Su very much.

Either this person is pretending to be blind, or this person's mind is a large-scale 3D modeling scene.

"What are you doing?" He Yan turned back and stopped beside Ling Su, his shoulders just leaned against Ling Su's.

Ling Su didn't dislike such tentative physical touch, and even leaned back after putting down the pen: "Settling the score."

Ling Su's mathematics is simply a disaster for mankind since ancient times.

When he first opened the store, he didn't have the slightest idea of ​​whether it was profitable or not. Anyway, the store was his own, and it was a miracle of success for Ling Su that the rent, water and electricity could be paid.

But now that the store is on the right track, and there are more people in the family besides the two golden cats, he has to be more careful with his money.

He Yan straightened his back so that Ling Su could lean more comfortably: "Are you alone?"

"At the end of the season, some students who study accounting will come over to help. Usually, it's just me and the little girl in the store going back and forth." Ling Su rubbed her nose, "The part-time university recruited recently is a student of finance, so we can help together help."

But everyone is a serious academic school, and they are a little confused about this kind of small accounting operation that really has entry and exit.

So whether it's discounts or offline promotions or online coupons, Ling Su has always upheld a very hegemonic principle - as long as I am happy.

"I barely passed high school math, and I took the college high math make-up exam twice." Ling Su looked up at the ceiling pitifully on He Yanhui's shoulder, "I thought I would never have to face math again after graduation, what a miserable man of."

He Yan pursed his lips and smiled, squeezed and let go of his hands on his legs, hesitant to speak.

He originally wanted to tell Ling Su that maybe he could help.Although he didn't remember anything, when he was in the single ward, the TV there was always broadcasting financial channels and various stock information, as if he wanted him to review something.

but

Forget it or don't meddle

"Do you remember high school math?" Ling Su turned his gaze to He Yanhui in despair, "It's not difficult, it's high school."

He Yanhui nodded reservedly.

He has lost his memory, but not lost his mind.

He Yanhui secretly slandered.

"Really!?" Ling Su happily jumped up from the chair, held her small account book high and raised her legs excitedly for a while, then went to He Yan and returned to her side, and handed over her small account book He said, "I'll read it to you."

"This is draft paper." Ling Su also handed He Yan back another small notebook.

He Yan was holding a blank draft book and a pencil in his hand, showing a somewhat dazed look.

He always felt that this process should not be like this.

But since it was given by Ling Su, it must be fine.

kindness!

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This is what Guan Muzhou saw after coming out of the bathroom, wearing a bathrobe and wearing a bathrobe, humming a little tune.

Ling Su lay on He Yanhui's lap, reporting his daily income to him while feeling sleepy.

He Yan next to him was holding a pencil, jotting down something quickly in a picture book.

"Ling Su, get up the hell out of me!" Guan Muzhou tore off the bathrobe that he had so hard to wear, and casually pulled a T-shirt on, and pulled Ling Su to the side, "What's the matter?" , You have to report your net worth and real estate on the first day you enter the door?!"

"No, he will do the math for me. He will!" Ling Su excitedly pointed to the small book in He Yan's hand, "He really knows it!"

"Anything, I can do it too!" Unconvinced, Guan Muzhou stepped forward to pick up the notebook in He Yan's hand, and after two seconds the expression on his face paused.

Ling Su sarcastically sneered behind his back: "What, can it be?"

Guan Muzhou is a man who has seen old people since he was three years old.His mother resigned to his fate when he was very young-this is a beautiful doll who lives on his face.

Mathematics or something has nothing to do with his entire growth trajectory.

Guan Muzhou pursed his lips unwillingly, and put the notebook under He Yanhui's hands again, and helped him find the place where he wrote before and set the nib of the pen: "You continue, you continue."

Intellectuals can't be offended.

Ling Su folded her arms and watched with a smile on the side.

Before, he specially found a book with engraved horizontal lines for He Yan, so that he could touch it easily. Who knew that this person's brain really seemed to be equipped with real-time fixed-point positioning, as if he had an infrared ray in his brain, and the table was listed. When it came out, it was neater than Ling Su's gesture with a ruler.

"What is he writing?" Guan Muzhou and Ling Su stood with arms folded to watch.

"Discount for two-day promotion." Ling Su covered her mouth and whispered, the two of them were like the invigilating teacher, supervising a disabled child to take a math test.

In the first week when He Yan was taken home by Ling Su, he went in a very wrong direction.

nbs Disabled young people almost fell to the streets, were taken in by kind shopkeepers, and then found employment again.

What an inspiring story.

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"Today is Sunday." The next day, He Yan, who was sitting in a wheelchair, held a small camera in his hand and said in a very unaccustomed manner, "Ling Su and I will go to the store together."

Ling Su's vlog is basically in a weekly update state, and the material is usually recorded from Monday to Sunday, and then edited after recording.Ling Su finished the previous six days of filming by himself, and asked He Yan to take another filming on a whim today.

"Don't be afraid." Ling Su, who had freed his hands, was very happy, and adjusted the angle for He Yan, letting him hold the stabilizer without being nervous, "You can just swing around as you like, the scenery along the way is very good."

As a corrupt petty bourgeoisie, Ling Su always gets up at 09:30 to get ready for work, and she can only drink Ling Su's hand-ground coffee in the store until 10:30.

But now Ling Su felt that her life was getting more and more rotten.

I also took care of my family at work.

Although the one he pushed was euphemistically called Mr. Store Accountant, Ling Su always felt that he was more like a hormonal diffuser.

Then put it at the door, it's just an advertisement.

The more Ling Su thought about it, the happier he was, and while walking, he half leaned on He Yanhui's wheelchair and laughed.Holding the camera, He Yan turned back and gave him a pitiful look.

"Say a few words, don't be shy." Ling Su patted him on the shoulder, "Say hello to everyone."

He Yanhui's voice was low and deep, and when he spoke seriously, he had a somewhat cold texture, like the clatter of a fine jade ring pendant.

Ling Su always felt that He Yanhui was not in the same world as himself. The same camera with the same street view, in the hands of others, would instantly increase his worth several times.

"Have you ever wondered what you were like before?" After turning off the camera and pushing He Yan back into the store, Ling Su suddenly asked him curiously.

He Yanhui was taken aback when he heard the words, his expression flustered and dazed.

"I don't know." Facing Ling Su, he lowered his head obediently and confessed, "But now that I have you, I don't want to."

While lying in the silent ward that was always in the dark night, He Yanhui only felt that his headache was splitting every day, and he forced himself to think of something.

He will memorize every word communicated by nurses and nurses, he can listen to every word spoken by doctors who seldom show up, and he can even memorize the scrolling financial news without missing a word Force yourself to count things that sound familiar but have no memory.

But even so, he didn't force himself to remember anything about the past.

But it's different now

Now that he has Lingsu, someone will heat porridge for him, someone will warm his hands, someone can smile and say, if you can't remember, then you have to be like this with me all the time.

He Yanhui immediately gave up his brain exercise.

Only when I settle accounts for Ling Su every day, I do some simple calculations stingily, and I absolutely don't want to do more.

God knows who he was before, where he came from and where he was going, He Yan didn't want to know at all.

Are you kidding me, he absolutely wants to spend the rest of his life with Ling Su.

He Xiaoswan lowered his head and stirred the hot milk in his hand, the abacus in his heart was crackling.

And Ling Su, who was standing behind the bar and watching He Yan's return, rested his chin, and the calculator in his heart was also crackling.

He Yanhui's profile from this angle is perfect, so perfect.

Passenger traffic must skyrocket!Explosion!

The author has something to say: I know everyone is looking forward to the crematorium!I also!

But look!The deeper the love in the early stage, the greater the fire!Thanks to the little angels who voted for me or irrigated the nutrient solution~

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