After drinking a cup of milk tea, Shen Fanyin deeply reflected on herself-

It's true that Jing Zeheng shouldn't be sued for his black state.

But it's really inexplicably happy to see him eat deflated flowers.

Shen Fanyin lay on the balcony and shook the empty milk tea cup, feeling that he should be a person to save Jing Zeheng from fire and water.

If she doesn't get him out, she may not have a chance to be a human being.

Shen Fanyin ran to the garden with a smoke, tugged at Jing Yao's sleeve, and said softly, "Dad, don't let my brother plant flowers, he is also for my good, in fact, it is my fault."

Jing Yao's heart instantly softened into a marshmallow, and he couldn't wait to beat Jing Zeheng to help Shen Fanyin.

"It's okay, Yinyin, don't be afraid of him, if he dares to retaliate against you, you can tell Dad."

"Huh? That's not good...... I mean, my brother won't."

"Girl, you can't be so kind, come, come, listen to what Dad tells you......

Shen Fanyin was dragged back to the living room by Jing Yao, because he felt that it was a little cold outside, and his daughter couldn't be blown by the wind.

Shen Fanyin turned around three times in one step, meeting Jing Zeheng's eyes that seemed to be smiling, she blinked innocently, as if to say: I divert my attention, you run quickly.

Jing Zeheng watched her leave angrily and funny, threw the shovel aside, looked up and said to Uncle Wang, "Uncle Wang, call Jing Muhan and ask him to come back."

"Okay."

Twenty minutes later, Jing Muhan returned.

"Big brother, what's wrong? Looking for me?" Jing Muhan had a simple face, and he didn't know what was waiting for him at all.

Jing Zeheng sat on the garden bench, raised his eyes and glanced at him lightly: "The network security you are responsible for can't even cope with the new media matrix, so you don't have anything to say to me?"

Jing Muhan was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly shouted: "Brother! Today's business is mainly in charge of the public relations department, and I am providing technical support......

"And what about your technical support?"

"Ugh...... It's really hard to deal with, it's too fragmented......

Jing Zeheng: "If you are wrong, admit punishment."

Jing Muhan's face was full of bitterness, but he could only nod: "Okay, then what do you let ***?"

Jing Zeheng kicked the small shovel on the ground: "Plant the bellflower, and then go and prune the branches and leaves of the welcome pine."

Jing Muhan: "......?"

His skills are not good, and his brother punished him for planting flowers?

Is this a hint that if he makes this mistake again, he will have to farm in the future?

"Still stunned?" Jing Zeheng glanced at him.

Jing Muhan shivered, and quickly rolled up his sleeves and squatted down to dig a pit.

He dug a hole and said, "Brother, I know I was wrong, I'll rewrite the code when I go back, there will be no such accidents in the future, don't worry......

Jing Muhan didn't get a response for a long time, and when he looked up, his brother didn't know when he was gone.

Jing Muhan looked left and right, but didn't see Jing Zeheng.

He let out a sigh of relief and threw the shovel to the ground.

He asked Uncle Wang on the side, "Uncle, how many flower seedlings are there?"

Uncle Wang tugged at the corners of his mouth and reminded very tactfully, "There are still two hundred and ninety-six plants left."

Jing Muhan didn't hear the extended meaning of this sentence at all, and sat directly on the ground with a wail.

Two hundred and ninety-six!

How long will he have to dig a hole?

Jing Muhan thought for a moment, patted the dust on his hands, took out his mobile phone and dialed a number: "Brother Qi Yan, you come to my house......

Uncle Wang: "......"

Why didn't they let him come directly to the gardener?

Since today was the first time Shen Fanyin called Jing Yao's father, Jing Yao felt that this had to be celebrated, so he asked Shen Fanyin to stay at home.

Shen Fanyin originally wanted to go back to Shengjing after dinner, but she called her grandmother, but was told that because several brother colleges and universities were coming to do exchange seminars, her grandmother had more work this week.

You have to live in a school dormitory.

In this way, Shen Fanyin didn't bother to go back to the grand scene.

She asked Cao Guan to follow her grandmother, and she went back to the room on the second floor.

Sitting in the room after a long absence, Shen Fanyin watched the public opinion impact brought by Nie Feng's interview video while eating fruit.

I have to say that people are always accustomed to sympathizing with the weak, and they also like to use "family affection" to bind others.

In other words, it doesn't hurt if the knife doesn't hit you.

Not only under that interview video, but even Shen Fanyin's Weibo comment area appeared in the bewildered speech of the virgin:

"After all, this is your father, blood is thicker than water, without him there would be no you, you can't be a man who doesn't know filial piety to your parents."

"You and your mother have indeed been hurt, but aren't those all in the past, your father was also deceived, he apologized, what do you want him to do?"

"I still have to remarry, anyway, I can't let my son marry a woman from a single-parent family like you."

"Agree upstairs, and a woman like Shen Fanyin is too strong, this will definitely not be able to marry in our village."

"What good can a woman do with this kind of dress? Bad artists should be banned, and bad designers should not come out to make money, okay?"

Shen Fanyin looked at these confused speeches, and didn't know where to start complaining for a while.

How did she suddenly become a bad designer?

She doesn't seem to have done anything hurtful, right?

"Whoa."

The curtains were opened, and Jing Zeheng came in from the balcony.

Shen Fanyin: "......"

The creditor who was persecuted by her came to the door.

She looked at Jing Zeheng, who was pale, and felt that she should cry.

It was the easiest solution she could think of to her current predicament.

Can...... But she just drank a cup of milk tea, and she was in such a good mood that she couldn't cry.

Shen Fanyin pursed her lips slightly, looked at Jing Zeheng who was approaching step by step, and whispered, "Brother, many people are scolding me."

Jing Zeheng didn't answer, walked up to her, and looked at her with lowered eyes.

"Brother."

Shen Fanyin stretched out his hand and tugged at the corner of his clothes.

Jing Zeheng looked at her, and his tone was unclear: "It's very capable, and I have learned to sue."

Shen Fanyin blinked his eyes and asked weakly, "I said that I was crying at that time, and I was afraid that my father was too worried about me, so I made an excuse casually, do you believe it?"

"You're telling me that I'm the tool guy you threw out to block the gun without hesitation?"

The corners of Jing Zeheng's mouth pursed into a smile, and Shen Fanyin felt a chill down his spine.

She was silent for a moment, grabbed the corner of Jing Zeheng's clothes and stood up, threw herself directly into his arms, looked up at him and said, "Of course not, you are the first person I think of when I encounter a problem that I don't know how to deal with, and I can hide behind me."

Jing Zeheng: "......"

He wanted to teach this little cub a lesson.

But she ......

Jing Zeheng leaned over and pecked the corner of her lips lightly, and asked, "You just said that someone scolded you?" What's going on?"

Forget it, it's not him who is planting flowers now anyway.

Shen Fanyin breathed a sigh of relief, but her brows furrowed.

She took the tablet and said to Jing Zeheng, "Look at it, I'm worried that this kind of public opinion will have a negative impact on the fashion release after the first session."