"Thank you grandma for your hospitality. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info" Tang Chu politely took the dragon fruit in a small white porcelain bowl.

Li Mingdong held a toothpick in his mouth, held his share in his hand, and got up and walked to his room while eating: "Grandma, I'm going to do my homework." Grandma Li smiled at the two boys, and continued to sit at the table to watch her granddaughter draw a map of the acupuncture points of the human body, correcting her mistakes softly and slowly.

It's not dragon fruit season, and ripening fruit always has an artificial flavor, but luckily it doesn't stop the fruit itself from being sweet and delicious - if you don't have a sweet tooth. President Tang first ate a few pieces tastelessly, and then looked up at Li Qiran's pained expression, and happily ate a few more pieces.

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Finally passed today's assessment, Li Qiran held a bowl of dragon fruit, and walked to the room trembling with his chaotic brain.

Tang Chu carried his schoolbag with one hand, looked at the girl who opened the door with a smile in his eyebrows, and teased: "Do you think that your pale life is full of meaning?" - Mrs. Shen Shao, the winner of life before rebirth, likes to be idle and have nothing to do, and sighs that life is not difficult and lonely.

Pushing open the door of the room, Miss Li tried to cheer up, kneeling to finish her show-off road: "Ah, yes." Tang Shao smiled and said nothing.

Li Qiran touched his nose. I vaguely felt that my nose had grown a lot. Alas.

As a thirty-seven-year-old monster, Li Qiran rejected Tang's mother's forced girlishness from the bottom of his heart. But people who don't have real estate certificates don't have the right to speak, so Tang Chu stood at the door and laughed directly.

The eye-catching is the tender green wallpaper, the lovely green leaf patterns on the wall are very finely drawn, the girlish sheets and bedding pillows are full of large and small dolls, and the small ornaments on the table are also lingering pink bubbles...

Li Qiran gave up the treatment with a full face, took out the laptop hidden at the bottom of the table, and pressed the switch of the desktop computer with his hand: "My mother loves me, you can envy it hahaha." ”

Tang Chu tried hard to put away his smile, and leaned lazily against the door frame with an expression that seemed to be a smile but not a smile.

Assistant Li dutifully cleaned the clutter on the desk, and after putting the two computers together, he knocked on the table and signaled that you could come in. Lord Tang sat down in front of the table unceremoniously, and subconsciously glanced at Li Qiran before putting his hand on the mouse, and then slowly put it down.

Li Qiran grabbed a pillow and sat on the floor, put the textbook and test papers on the bed, bit the pen and began to brush the questions -- today's task is heavy, and he has to brush the papers of two people.

It is not so easy for adults to turn around and do the test papers of junior high and high school, and the change of the knowledge system and the destruction of the comprehensive system over the years can become an obstacle to becoming a scholar. Rao is Li Qiran and Tang Chu's professional knowledge is quite strong, and when they encounter junior high school topics in the corresponding disciplines, they also have a toothache.

Especially in the liberal arts that promote indulgence in the minds of the university.

After completing the four test papers, I looked up, and the bow-shaped wall clock had gone from half past five to half past eight. Li Qiran tried to move his sore calves, snorted, and felt that his lower body was no longer his own.

The young man's thin chest poked out from behind him, and his bony hand pressed on the textbook next to the bed: "Cramps? ”

Li Qiran amusedly elbowed Tang Chu's chest: "You think I'm you?" "The picky eater is always cramping, okay.

Tang Chu ignored Li Qiran's ridicule, sat down cross-legged next to him, and clumsily tried to imitate the massage techniques that Li Qiran used to do before. Assistant Li was very surprised, and then a strong sense of serf turning over overcame the embarrassment, and he straightened his right leg very happily.

Tang Chu's palm was warm, and the clothes at the beginning of spring also reached the skin, ironing into the sore muscles layer by layer.

Tang's palms are wide but not thick, his fingers are very long and bony, and his strength is also solid, which is very suitable for this kind of relaxing massage. However, President Tang is a science and engineering man who has not changed his life, and later joined the IT technology industry and is used to typing on the keyboard, with flexible fingers and clumsy palms.

After enduring it for a few minutes, Li Qiran directly kicked the landlord away, and was heartbroken: "I said president, if I had been like you, I would have been fined and penalized to the bonus upside down." ”

The landlord was a little embarrassed on his face, pursed his lips and apologized in a low voice: "I'm sorry." ”

Li Qiran sighed, turned around and straightened his legs: "Look, this is Futu, go down..."

Tang Chu looked at the girl who was slowly rubbing the acupuncture points, and her pupils became deep. From the outside to the inside, Li Qiran slowly bent down, folded his body very softly, and pulled out a thin and white wrist with his hands on his ankles.

In my memory, Miss Li's flexibility is very amazing, and she practiced various dances during college, and her flexibility alone is not lost to professional dancers. Although he is not tall, he is very favored by the dance teacher by virtue of his flesh and bones, and he has always been a reserved program of the welcome party with his appearance...

Li Qiran, who prides himself on being a rough man, is actually very beautiful.

"I said do you understand?" Li Qiran kicked Tang Chu's knee, pulling the young man's thoughts back.

Tang Chu didn't answer this question, but just grabbed Li Qiran's ankle on his knee and gently pushed it back: "Is the eye of the venture capital still there?" ”

Talking about business, Li Qiran straightened his expression: "I still remember the Tibetan pearl project in the past few years. I have 20 million in activity funds. "Look at this momentum, is President Tang accumulating strength?

"No, what I need is the recognition and recommendation of a discerning and credible venture capitalist." Tang Chu stood up and took down the notebook, half-kneeling in front of Li Qiran. The data flowing on the pale blue screen is rapidly building a 3D conversion system - Tang's landmark pioneering work, which has already taken shape.

"And you're going to be that venture capitalist."

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Li Qiran straightened up, took the mineral water handed over by Li Mingdong, and glared at Tang Zhu, who was wiping sweat: "This is not fair!" The coach has a shady scene! ”

Tang Zhu completely ignored Miss Li's roar and leaned against the table and drank hot tea. Li Mingdong tried to comfort his cousin who was completely crushed: "Well, after all, Tang Chu is a boy, and it's not a very strange thing that our physical strength is better than you..."

Li Mingdong felt unconfident as he spoke.

Not to mention that she has been running for four consecutive years, Miss Li has been running for eight or nine years since she started her morning run with Father Li at the age of seven. Even if you are born with a bad physique, you can easily put down an average physical boy, and you can even compete with young soldiers in sprinting...

However, in front of Tang Chu, this is not a matter.

Half an hour and seven kilometers is Li Qiran's limit, but Li Mingdong's excellent results are Tang's starting line. Whether it was endurance, speed and will, Tang Izuku maintained a balanced state in every kilometer, his face was not red or panting after a round, and the light sweat was faint - it seemed that he could go another seven kilometers.

Gasping for breath, Li Qiran angrily went to change his clothes - today! It's not a good start!