What the?

When it was, he didn't even react to the laughter, and when he tasted it, he laughed at it, "Don't laugh, these ...... How can it be the same? ”

Even if you have to go through the back door, at least you have to have Pawson's wings, and you have to eat for a year.

And how can her five-cent can of fish fillet porridge be compared with a machine of tens of thousands of yuan per piece.

But Huo Jingyun looked at him lightly, but he was serious.

"Same." He lowered his eyes to look at the soft and fragrant porridge in the bowl, and his expression looked deep and handsome in the light mist, and in the quiet night, his voice was more heartstringing than the cicadas in the treetops, "No, it is more valuable than a machine." ”

The machine is icy.

And the porridge is warm.

Since gaining freedom and returning to the Huo family, the only thing Huo Jingyun can experience is the bowl of pork offal rice under the eaves of the winter corridor in the small courtyard, and a bowl of hot porridge in the middle of the night.

Lian couldn't help but laugh for a moment, tasting the desolation in it, his heart suddenly pantothenic, and he said without thinking about it: "It's just a bowl of porridge, now that the conditions at home are good, you can eat whatever you want in the future." ”

After speaking, she felt that there was ambiguity in her words, as if the two were already old husbands and wives.

But without waiting for an explanation, Huo Jingyun had already nodded, "That's okay." ”

The expression is still very frank and natural.

Lian Xiao: "......"

Perhaps, people are not fooling.

At eleven o'clock in the evening, carrying an empty food box, the two left the factory together.

Huo Jingyun held a flashlight, and on the grounds that it was too dark on the road to see clearly, he held Lian Xiao's hand.

One after the other, under the reflection of the street lamps on the dirt road in the countryside, the two pulled out two long reflections, and the hands that were implicated together were like a lingering silk thread, outlining the ambiguous atmosphere.

The driver parked at the mouth of the alley not far away: "......"

Well, today is another time to bother.

At half past eleven, he sent people downstairs, and Huo Jingyun watched the girl go upstairs, and then turned around and got into the car.

The driver originally thought that the boss was in a good mood on a date tonight, and he was about to laugh, when he caught a glimpse of the atmosphere in the back compartment suddenly became oppressive and cold.

Huo Jingyun's face was half-wrapped under the street lamp outside the window, and his warm eyebrows and eyes all faded, all of which became indifferent and cold.

"Liu Changfeng's matter, how is the investigation?" His tone was low, wrapped in the momentum of the Huo family master.

The cold sweat on the driver's back came down in an instant.

Although he didn't understand why Huo Jingyun was interested in a teaching gentleman, he still replied 1510: "Liu Changfeng did go to university in Beijing, but his grades were not good, and that university was only third-rate, but at that time, there was a visiting professor from Beijing University who gave lectures in the past, and he was very optimistic about him in class, and he is still trying to keep his position as a graduate student." He published a paper in May this year, which is also very favorable, and has been recorded in the medal list, and should be successfully selected as one of the top ten outstanding teachers. ”

The driver of the Huo family was an old subordinate who followed Old Man Huo, and he was thoughtful, and he had already handed over all the information while talking.

Huo Jingyun turned over the shocking paper and looked at it twice, a trace of cold sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he immediately threw it aside, and his voice was faint, "The quota is withdrawn." ”

The driver was a little surprised, and looked in the rearview mirror several times, but he couldn't see the clue in Huo Jingyun's eyes, so he could only lower his head and respond: "Yes." ”

The car started slowly and drove through the quiet street.

In the carriage, Huo Jingyun's eyebrows were cold, and his fingertips tapped lightly on his knees.

If this is the so-called son of luck, then he will snuff it out in the cradle.