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He stretched out his hand to pinch Han Ruoyi's pink cheeks, there was still a distance of about ten centimeters, his body was lying on the sofa and he was a little too lazy to get up, Han Ruoyi hurriedly leaned his face over and let him pinch it, and said with a smile: "Brother!"

"Ruoyi is still used to living at home?"

"It's much better than it used to be, and there is TV to watch, and there was nothing at home before. Han Ruoyi buried his face in his palm and squinted his eyes slightly, like a kitten enjoying the caress of his master.

This girl's face looks much more ruddy than a few days ago, her bright eyes add a bit of brilliance, her hair is neatly combed, and she is wearing the casual clothes that Song Baojun bought last time, and she begins to show the plump body of a girl.

"If there's anything you're unhappy about, just tell your brother, do you know?"

"Yes. Han Ruoyi grabbed Song Baojun's wrist and inspected it, and the old wounds on it had scabbed, still leaving clearly visible tooth marks. She felt pity for a moment, and touched it lightly with her hand.

Manager Gu smiled beside him: "Old Song, your son and daughter have a really good relationship, it's really enviable." ”

Song Shixian thought that the fact that Han Ruoyi was actually his niece didn't need to be explained to people in person, and said: "Xiaojun has achieved nothing in other aspects, which is quite reassuring." ”

Han Ruoyi grinned and said, "Aunt Gu, my brother is the best for Ruoyi." Then he pulled Song Baojun's arm hard and said, "Brother, come, I'll show you something." ”

Song Baojun amused her with this childish act, and asked with a smile: "Is there anything good to surprise my brother?"

Han Ruoyi pursed her lips and didn't speak, dragging him all the way to the second floor.

There are three rooms on the second floor, one for Song Baojun and one for Song Jingtong, and the other is for stacking sundries. In the past few days, Wu Guifang has cleaned it up, cleaned it up, bought new beds, sheets, wardrobes and other furniture, and let Han Ruoyi live in it. Otherwise, it would not be good for Song Baojun to go home on the weekend and always lie on the sofa.

The little girl's room hasn't had time to add too many things, and it seems relatively simple. A one-meter-five bed with brand new sheets and duvet covers. There was a bedside table next to it with a lamp. Under the window opposite is a desk, a few old graphic novels that Song Baojun used to buy. The wardrobe was against the wall, and inside was the winter coat that Wu Guifang had bought for her niece.

Han Ruoyi let Song Baojun sit on the edge of the bed, and said with a mysterious smile: "Brother, you close your eyes first." ”

"Oh, I want to surprise my brother. Song Baojun closed his eyes as he said, and his heart was secretly funny.

He had one more thing on his hand.

"Okay, my brother can open his eyes. Han Ruoyi's expectant voice came into her eardrums.

Song Baojun saw that it was a transparent plastic wide-mouth bottle, which was full of paper-folded stars, red, yellow, purple, green, and orange, colorful. Each star is delicately folded, and the details are taken care of, without any wrinkles, and the corners are cleanly handled. I think it's very carefully folded, and it looks like about three or five hundred pieces at a glance.

The wide-mouth bottle showed a beautiful color under the reflection of the light, and Han Ruoyi whispered: "Brother, the lucky stars I folded for you are five hundred and twenty." ”

This kind of gadget is basically meaningless to an adult, and with Song Baojun's mature heart of integrating thirty-two personalities, he will not notice anything worth surprising in between. However, he saw Han Ruoyi smiling shyly, still waiting for his praise, no different from those children who want to be affirmed by their parents.

Thinking that this feeling of being strongly attached to others is really happy, he picked up the lucky star bottle and said with a smile: "Ruoyi folded it for my brother? My brother wants to hang this bottle of lucky star on the bedside, and he can see it every morning when he opens his eyes, and he can think of my Ruoyi when he sees it. ”

Seven points of words come from hypocrisy, and three points of sincerity. But his hypocrisy can be easily deceived even by the old rivers and lakes who have been in society for a long time, let alone the simple Han Ruoyi.

Hearing his words, the little girl smiled so that her eyes were crooked like crescent moons, and her face was full of joy, and she said, "As long as my brother likes it." ”

Song Baojun took her little hand and sat side by side on the edge of the bed again, and said a few casual jokes, which made the little girl giggle.

Wu Guifang cooked the meal and loudly beckoned the brothers and sisters to come downstairs to eat, and Han Ruoyi hurriedly ran to the kitchen to help.

Wu Guifang asked the little girl to bring a plate of fish-flavored eggplant out of the hall, and asked with a smile: "Ruoyi, it's my brother who is back, right? ”

Han Ruoyi nodded violently.

Wu Guifang smiled: "I see, if my brother doesn't come home this week, you will have to run to the school to find someone." ”

Han Ruoyi's face flushed, and she grinned and didn't speak.

Wu Guifang was relieved when she saw her niece's performance. She is afraid that her niece will be hit by her mother's experience and will not be able to get out of the shadows for a long time, which will not be beneficial to her future growth.

Some children later become autistic because of the breakdown of their families and cannot integrate into society. There are also psychological distortions, hatred of society, and revenge on society. Others are like walking corpses, unable to face reality. All of these are regrettable for a family, and there could have been an opportunity to make a difference.

After Han Ruoyi came to the Song family, she usually helped with some housework, and went back to her room to read books in her spare time, but every time she had to eat, she had to ask her aunt and uncle about her brother, and her joy was overflowing. Wu Guifang also often teased her about her brother, thinking that this is the best, after all, the deceased is far away, and the living have to face the future life. Han Ruoyi is attached to her brother, and it is not a good thing to be able to help the little girl open her heart knot to the greatest extent.

Song Jingtong couldn't go home until 9 p.m. on Friday after evening self-study, so her mother left food for her daughter.

On the table, shredded chicken, fish-flavored eggplant, stir-fried small green vegetables with shredded pork, vinegared pork ribs and seaweed minced meat soup, four dishes and one soup, full of aroma.

Manager Gu was about to leave, but Wu Guifang kept a few words, and she stayed at home to eat half-pushed, saying that she was embarrassed, and her ass was sitting firmly on the sofa without moving. Wu Guifang secretly scolded herself for being too talkative, so she had to continue to greet guests warmly.

Han Ruoyi served a meal for everyone and sat obediently beside her brother.

Song Baojun sandwiched a few chopsticks and good dishes for several elders, and asked, "Dad, haven't you resigned from Lige yet?"

Mr. Song was originally going to inform his son about this incident, so he told the reason why he was reluctant to leave, and said, "Anyway, if I stay in Lige, Han Weiwu can't help me." He's just a shallow soft rice man, and he doesn't have any real talent. ”

But Han Weiwu is the chairman of the company after all. Manager Gu added worriedly.

"Then let him not be the chairman, let the people behind Han Weiwu know that he has no value in Lige, and will stop the company's progress. Song Baojun said lightly: "Han Weiwu's concubine Zhang Xueyuan is still a businessman in the final analysis, and interests will always come first." When she understands that this person cannot bring him benefits, she will find a way to let this person go. ”

Song Shixian glared at his son strangely: "What you said is light, how can you let Han Weiwu leave?"

Song Baojun said: "Han Weiwu is a person, I guess he still wants to show himself in front of Zhang Xueyuan to reflect his own value." What is this value? Quite simply, it is to make the company bigger and stronger under his leadership. So I think Han Weiwu must be in a hurry to expand his business during this time and make the situation look good first. He needed a shining support point to boost his prestige. ”

Han Ruoyi quietly pricked up her ears to listen. It's her biological father's business, and it's false to say she doesn't care.

Song Shixian and Manager Gu couldn't help but laugh when they saw him talking with a peerless master, and asked, "How do you analyze Han Weiwu's plan to develop?"

Wu Guifang sandwiched a large piece of ribs to her husband next to her, and said angrily: "Hey, you guys, we talked about the company for an afternoon, and now my son comes home from school on the weekend, and I have to pull my son to discuss it together, is there an end! Xiaojun is only in his sophomore year, what does he know!"

"Okay, good, eat, eat!" Song Shixian smiled helplessly.

"By the way, Xiaojun, didn't you say that you still have a scholarship of 50,000 yuan?" Wu Guifang said this in public with two meanings, one is to show off in front of Manager Gu: Look, my son got a scholarship of 50,000 yuan at school, how glorious it is, how worthy of shouting out! Second, I am afraid that my son will use the money indiscriminately, so he urges it. This money will be of great use in the future, and it must be kept in your own hands to be at ease.

Song Baojun's hatred for the gambling dealer Brother Wen was even deeper, and he said with a casual face: "Mom, the school's scholarship is not as simple as receiving a salary, it needs several layers of approval and the signature of leaders at all levels. I'm basically done with this, but I still have to wait until the end of the term. ”

"Oh!" Wu Guifang said: "Maybe people want to see your performance this semester, if your performance is not good, you won't send it." You must listen carefully at school, don't have any conflicts with your classmates and teachers, and fight for your mother. ”

Song Baojun deliberately asked his mother to raise her face in front of Manager Gu, and said with a faint smile: "It's okay, the academy set me up as a model, and a teacher from Zhonghai also came over because of this." ”

Wu Guifang hurriedly asked, "What kind of teacher, is he famous?"

"His name is Tu Fen, a professor at Zhonghai Conservatory of Music. She recently transferred her relationship to the Conservatory of Music at Chaju University. ”

Wu Guifang had never heard of this name, and was immediately a little disappointed, and was about to say that she didn't know her, but Manager Gu answered with a surprised face: "Tu Fen! Do you mean the music godmother Tu Fen! I heard that she transferred to Chazhou some time ago because of a rare genius student in a century!"

"No matter how genius there is, I spend all the time other people drinking coffee on hard work. Song Baojun scratched his head embarrassedly, looking very sincere. (To be continued.) )