- Didn't Miss Xu come?

- I'm here.

As soon as Xu Youzhi's words fell, the entire hall instantly became quieter.

The little girl in front of her, who still looks like a minor, is the legendary Miss Xu who threw more than 3 million yuan into their welfare home?

That ten years of insisting on doing public welfare, but rarely contacting the welfare institute, there was money to send the materials into trucks and trucks - Miss Xu!

It's a teenage girl!

She is still a beautiful, noble and cold girl!

As far as they knew, He Zhili was taken away by a seemingly ordinary family at that time, and his life was probably not so good, and someone occasionally saw him walking into a rich area with a woman about thirty years old in Yangcheng before, and they were still wondering just now that He Zhili had betrayed himself and was raised in captivity by this Miss Xu.

But now it seems that He Zhili, who has obviously protected the girl from the moment he entered the door, has a very legitimate relationship with her-

The mental impact of that moment cannot be described in any words.

Especially a fat man with a flower arm who had just met He Zhili's gaze.

He never imagined that the cold boy who was locked in the bathroom and beaten and forced to be fed napkins by him would now become such a temperamental person.

With just one glance, no matter how indifferent and calm the other party's pupils were, he could see that he was hiding at the bottom of the pupils, with a fierce warning meaning.

As if to warn him, if he dared to have any undesirable thoughts about Miss Xu, he would immediately pounce on him and torture him with the most cruel and lengthy process.

So he took a bottle of beer from the table with interest, walked over as steadily as possible, his expression did not change, and he took the initiative to approach, trying to shake off the unnatural atmosphere around him, "Zhili, do you want to drink?" ”

In fact, there are not many people in the small room, after all, in a place like the welfare home, few people will choose to draw a knife to help when they see injustice.

Therefore, most of the few people who came could still be contacted and wanted to come and watch the excitement.

Almost all of the people present had attacked him.

He Zhili felt that he couldn't maintain a fake good face.

So he sat on the sofa, lazily hooked the corners of his lips, and his slightly cold and slender fingertips unconsciously touched the girl's palm.

"......" Xu Youzhi lifted his eyelids, feeling that the atmosphere was really strange.

So he didn't speak, only closed his palms slightly, and resigned himself to warming this guy's hands.

While observing the situation indifferently, he looked at what he could have around him that he could copy at hand.

Dean He angrily asked the fat man not to make trouble, glanced at He Zhili uneasily, and probably wanted to say something to soothe him, but he was completely distracted by the soup boiling on the stove.

Dean He entered the kitchen, a little in a hurry, and the whole room was only left with these inexplicable people staring at each other.

The boy sneered, his voice light and loose, but he didn't reach for the wine.

"Do you want to take revenge with wine?"

"Where, we've all grown up, brother is here to apologize to you, this matter is over, ah."

"Who the told you you could get through?"

He Zhili sideways his eyes, raised his eyebrows a little ruffianly, and his tone was a little cold.

"Did you say you could get through this?"

People are mixed in society, and the fat man with flower arms naturally knows that the current He Zhili is already a character they can't afford to provoke, so he suppressed his anger and still maintained a faint smile: "Zhili, then you ......"