Xia He covered his forehead, he was so aggrieved that he couldn't do it, the big bag he hit a few days ago hadn't completely eliminated his motivation, and now there was another one.

Chang Qiming covered his nose, and his voice was very muffled: "You guy, are you practicing iron head skills?"

Xia He stretched out his hand and hit him, so innocent that he couldn't do it, if it weren't for him, he wouldn't have been so excited to get up, and if he didn't get up, he wouldn't have bumped into it.

"You're not stupid, are you?" Chang Qiming stuffed the chicken wings into Xia He's mouth, and then rubbed his nose and sat next to Xia He.

"Forgive me for the sake of the chicken wings!" Xia He held the chicken wings in his mouth, looking proud.

After eating the chicken wings, Xia He instantly became happy, and the action of his toes slapping the water became faster.

In fact, the darkness of the past few months has slowly disappeared under the light of the sun here.

She is not such a ruthless person by nature, who doesn't want this kind of quiet life?

Throughout the summer, Xia He didn't see Fang Zeyu, the publishing house was as busy as ever, she would leave a message to Fang Zeyu in the dead of night, but she never got a reply from him.

He said that he could call him, but Xia He never thought of trying it, during which Xiao Zheng came three or four times, saying that Fang Zeyu had told him to take care of her, Xia He accepted his concern, but never asked Fang Zeyu about it.

She knew that she didn't have a position to ask as if she cared, every time Xiao Zheng bought new furniture or brought her new clothes, Xia He would send a message to Fang Zeyu, but never say thank you.

As school approached, Xia He found that he needed more and more things, and his wallet was empty.

She rested her head on the table, bumped it slightly, and then turned her head to look at Yao Man, making a coquettish sound.

After getting along for a long time, after she got to know everyone's temperament, she dared to jump sideways repeatedly on their bottom line.

"What are you doing?" Yao Man didn't reply, her fingers were tapping quickly on the keyboard, the report on Li Qianyao this month had not been written, and she had never been able to find a satisfactory entry point, and she was also very bored.

"Little Sister Yao......" Xia He continued to mutter, frowning with a pout, as if someone owed her.

"If you have something to say, or your aunt will slap you to death with the sole of your shoe!" Yao Man squinted at her and turned back to continue working.

"Invite me to eat cake!" Xia He moved his chair to Yao Man's table with the others, his face as thick as a translator's dictionary.

Chang Qiming has a bunch of food on the table, and when everyone reads the manuscript and faints, they will deliberately pass by his desk, find a scolding, and then take some small snacks.

But Xia He loves to stick to Yao Man very much, eating and drinking, as long as she has what she wants, no matter what Yao Man has or not, she will have a seizure once a day, lying on her table with a dead face and not leaving.

"Ask your home-in-chief!" Yao Man bumped his elbow in disgust against the person who was about to come up to her.

One summer, Xia He grew a lot taller, a lot rounder, and a lot whiter, most of the clothes in the past couldn't be worn, and there was no extra money to make her a disaster, so she changed flowers to match the only few clothes, and then Yao Man really couldn't see it, and gave Xia He what she wore when she was in her twenties.

"No, he's too fierce. Natsu He muttered quietly. Still lying on her desk with a dead face and not leaving.