Fang Bei didn't squint, opened the door of his house as usual, and then entered the house, closed the door, and did it in one go.

As for the black long straight, let her go to a distant place and live a happy life.

Don't me, I just want to live a peaceful life, and then find Bai Fumei to eat soft rice, and my life will be complete.

In the middle of the night, hungry.

Don't be woken up by thunder.

"It's raining?"

He sat up and closed the notebook spread out on the table.

"Go get some supper. ”

took out the umbrella and opened the door, the black long straight was still sitting by the door with her knees crossed, her face still covered in her arms, and her green hair was scattered randomly.

Fang Bei walked into the elevator without squinting.

Twenty minutes later, Fang Bei returned with a bag of supper.

Walking to the door of his house, he was stunned.

Why is the girl still there?

"Girl, are you ...... What's the difficulty?"

The black man raised his head straight, revealing a somewhat cold and beautiful face.

To be honest, Fang Bei was really stunned.

This girl...... It's a bit pretty.

"Can I go in?"

The sound is also good, but ...... It's kind of not good.

Fang Bei held the supper in his left hand, and his right hand slipped into his pocket and touched the cigarette case—he finally held back.

"Is there any difficulty? I can borrow you if my phone is out of battery. ”

Fang Bei took out his mobile phone: "Do you want to call 110 for you?"

Today's young people are more elves than the other.

Let's not talk about **** This kind of immoral thing, what if it's an immortal jump?

"Are you...... Mr. Fang. The girl's tone was calm, but there was a faint coldness that seemed to be innate.

Fang Bei was stunned and opened the door: "Come in." ”

Ten minutes later—

"So...... Are you running away from home?" Fang Bei raised his eyebrows with the canned beer, "Who are you?"

He recalled the extra memories in his mind, he didn't seem to know such a beautiful girl in this parallel world.

"If you run away from home, isn't there a police station or something like that that can help you—"

"Mr. Fang Weiren is my father's old comrade-in-arms, and they said that they would support each other after they had children. The girl interrupted him, "Also, my name is Su Mulin, and I am seventeen years old this year. ”

Daddy's comrade-in-arms?

I seem to be a little impressed.

Fang Bei smacked his lips: "I've heard of it, but didn't that Uncle Su make a fortune in business later, and our family has long broken off contact with him." And my parents have ......"

"I know, I deeply regret what happened to my uncle and aunt. The girl bowed slightly.

"Ah, thank you. Fang Bei scratched his cheek and said with an embarrassed smile: "But it's still not good, or contact Uncle Su to send it back for you." After all, it's a bit inappropriate for you to live with an adult man like mine at such a young age. ”

"I'm sorry......" Su Mulin raised her head, she pursed her lips, "But I ...... There really is nowhere to go anymore......"

Farewell: "......"

How good is that?

Having said that, I had already let her in, and it seemed a bit too much to kick her out again.

And it's still raining outside.

It's already dark.

"Then it's only until you find a place to stay, how about it? Or when you figure it out, go home. ”

As a white rich and beautiful lady, she can't stay in this kind of dwelling for a few days.

"Thank you so much!" Su Mulin smiled for the first time.

Tsk, it's kind of pretty.

In other words, this kind of straightforward, awe-inspiring, handsome and a little cold girl just hit another good ball area in China.

And it's black and straight.

"Rest well. Fang Bei pointed to the auxiliary bedroom, "You live in that house first, and I'll take you to buy some daily necessities on the weekend in a few days, so you don't have to go to school?"

Seventeen years old, should it be a sophomore or a junior in high school?

"Actually, I've transferred to a nearby high school. Su Mulin responded: "But...... Maybe I won't be able to go to school as often. ”

"Oooh. Fang Bei didn't ask much, "Then go to bed early tonight, if you're hungry, there is a supper here." By the way, remember to lock the bedroom door when you go to bed. ”

Fang Bei squeezed his eyes: "After all, I am also an adult man who is physically and mentally healthy, just kidding~"

Su Mulin looked at him quietly.

Farewell: "......"

Tsk, are today's children so mature? It's really boring.

He stood up and waved his hand: "I'll go to sleep first." ”

"Good night. ”

............

The next day, Fang Bei was woken up by the sound of the piano.

He rubbed his hair, got up and lit a cigarette: "Tsk, why is it so noisy." ”

After listening for a long time, don't press out the cigarette.

"It's really a lot of people......

Suddenly having beautiful girls from the sky living under the same roof should have this kind of expectation for all young men.

But at the end of the day, it's just YY in a dream.

When I open my eyes in the morning, I still have to be pulled back into the reality of 996.

But when I think of coming home every night, there is a beautiful girl of seventeen years old waiting for me at home...... The day's work became more motivating.

After changing clothes and pushing the door out, the small coffee table in front of the sofa in the living room was already set up with fried eggs, ham sausages and hot milk.

Su Mulin took off the headphones and withdrew her hands on the electronic keyboard: "I'm sorry, I used the things in the refrigerator without permission, this is a thank you gift." ”

"Thank you. "Don't sit down, eat breakfast all day," it tastes good. ”

Although he usually doesn't eat breakfast at all, and he is lactose intolerant, drinking too much milk will make him sick to his stomach.

But if people do it with good intentions, it is not appropriate to refuse it like this.

After all, he is a twenty-four-year-old member of society.

In other words, this girl, as a white rich beauty, can even cook by herself, so don't be even more impressed by her.

But running away from home is such a thing...... It's still a kid after all.

"Rin-chan, aren't you going to school today?"

"Xiao Rin......" Su Mulin pursed her lips, "I just finished the enrollment procedures, and the class will officially start next week." ”

After that, she frowned slightly, obviously struggling with something.

Fang Bei didn't care: "Then I'll go to work first, see you in the evening." ”

"See you in the evening. ”

............

"What do you say 996 is your blessing, but you are not still blessed to be hospitalized with stomach bleeding. ”

At nine o'clock in the evening, I complained a few words about the boss, and I opened the door of my house.

"Dinner is ready. Su Mulin pointed to the dish covered with a hood on the table, then got up and walked to the kitchen, "I'll go and heat up millet porridge." ”

Yes...... I'm already starting to like this girl.

Fang Bei smiled and changed his clothes and shoes, then sat down in front of the coffee table, and watched Su Mulin hurriedly come back with two bowls of millet porridge: "You can eat hot rice when you get home, this feeling is really good." ”

As for why not help...... I don't even ask for rent, so isn't it reasonable for you to do some housework?

During the meal, neither of them spoke.

After the meal, Fang Bei returned to the living room after brushing the dishes, and saw Su Mulin sitting on the sofa with her brows furrowed, looking sullen.

"What's wrong?" Fang Bei sat down across from her, "if there's anything you can tell me, maybe I can help." ”

Su Mulin raised his head, thought for a while, and said, "Actually...... I have a dream. ”

"I dream of a day when the valley rises and the mountain falls, and the bumpy and winding road becomes a smooth road, and the holy light is revealed and full of the world."

"What's that?"

"A black man's speech. ”

It's just another world.

Fang Bei waved his hand: "Let's talk about it." ”

Su Mulin pursed her lips, then took a deep breath, and Xia Fei's cheeks: "Actually...... I have a dream and I want to get into the entertainment world. But ......"

But your dad doesn't agree...... Fang Bei pouted: "Isn't it good to be a rich second generation who comes to open his mouth for food and stretch out his hand for clothes, and doesn't know the suffering of the world?"

Su Mulin suddenly became angry, her bulging chest rose and fell rapidly, and even her voice was much higher: "That's not the life I want!"

But that's the life of my dreams...... Fang Bei still couldn't hold back and lit a cigarette.

"So what? You're going to be a big lady?"

Su Murin's delicate eyebrows furrowed slightly, and he couldn't help but reach out and wave the smoke: "Smoking is harmful to health." ”

"yes, so I was so scared that I quickly lit a cigarette to suppress the fright. ”

“......”

"And then?" Fang Bei flicked the ashes in the ashtray, "what are you struggling with? ”

encountered this kind of rich second generation who didn't know how to be blessed in the midst of blessings, and Fang Bei gradually let go of his original politeness.

Su Murin's cheeks bulged slightly, she turned her head, and said softly: "The movie "The Appearance of Cloth Clothes" solicited the theme song across the country, and the requirement was ancient. I wanted to participate, but ......"

She lowered her head and said like a mosquito: "I can't write ......"

"The Appearance of the Cloth Clothes", the theme song of the movie, the ancient style song?

Fang Bei smiled: "I will." ”

Su Mulin raised his head, his eyes were full of doubt, and there was also the contempt of professionals for outsiders: "The piano music I wrote has won international gold medals, and it has also been included in the textbooks of the Kyoto Conservatory of Music." ”

"Uh-huh~" Fang Bei nodded, "So what?"

"I'm sorry, it's not that I discriminated against you in any way. Su Mulin frowned, "But you're just an ordinary office worker, I don't think you'll be more professional than me." ”

"So you're still a kid. Fang Bei took out a pen and paper, "Let me tell you, I am a professional in writing songs." ”