Become a stepmother and save the male protagonist of the painful literary school

After the sports meet, Tong Huaimu went to class as usual the next day.

Jian Yan hasn't received any new tasks for a long time and has a vaguely uneasy feeling.

She asked in the live broadcast room:

"Don't you have any new plans recently?"

System: "No plot has been triggered. Please continue with your current pace of life."

She paused. The system asked her to continue with her current pace of life instead of her current tasks. Did it mean that she could do her own things when there were no tasks in this world?

System: "Attention, anchor, the system will enter sleep mode when no task is triggered. If you cannot respond in time, please apply multiple times."

Jian Yan nodded.

Such relaxed requirements made her feel unreal.

However, since she was here, she might as well make the best of it. The system didn't care about her, so why should she find something to do?

So, she concentrated on running the dessert shop and selling her products to a wider audience.

Gradually, it became somewhat famous among the junior and senior high schools in Jiangcheng.

"Why hasn't the manager of the dessert shop near the school come lately? I like her so much!"

In the classroom of Class 3, a group of girls gathered together after class and talked a lot.

"Is she the owner of 'Fu Lai Desserts'? I think I saw her last time on the morning of the sports meet. I don't know if it was her, but she's a giant."

I forgot where I saw it, but I have a vague impression of it.

"Ah, how is that possible? She is a student's mother? She looks quite young..."

"Can't it be my sister?"

"Too."

Tong Huaimu lay on the desk. The winter drizzle hit the glass window densely. The sky was gray and the atmosphere was very sleepy.

But he couldn't fall asleep because he heard others talking about Jian Yan.

Hasn’t Jian Yan been to the store recently?

Why? I'm a little curious.

A boy in the same group saw him lying on the table spinning a pen out of boredom and came over, "Mr. Tong, why don't you go out and play?"

Tong Huaimu stood up and did not answer his question. Instead, he asked an irrelevant question, "Why do so many people like to eat sweet things? Don't you feel sick of it?"

"Ah!" The boy was stunned, and remembered a line from a TV series, "Life is too painful so we need to eat something sweet?"

"pain?"

Tong Huaimu was in a trance, as if his feelings about this word had gradually faded since Jian Yan came to the villa.

The resentment in my body that I wanted to vent seemed to have softened. I no longer felt resentful and eager to fight with others, and I never got hurt again.

Everything seemed unusually calm, fulfilling, peaceful, like an ordinary student.

When she praised him after he solved a problem, when he tasted the food she cooked, when she and he played with the fast-growing little Alaska, when he watched her paint a picture of the goldfish in the small garden...

He is all happy.

Being with her makes it so easy to be happy.

The pain that occupied most of his life at that time gave way, allowing pleasure and joy to ascend to the throne.

The sound of raindrops fell softly in his ears, and he couldn't help but wonder, could it be that Jian Yan was his savior?

God must have known that he was very unhappy, so he arranged for such a person to appear in his life.

She shone into every corner of his life like sunshine, and made the withered sunflowers in his heart bloom.

He could even imagine that the future was beautiful and exciting, rather than the dark and gloomy past.

"I don't like sweet things. Is it because life isn't bitter?"

The boy couldn't help laughing when he heard Tong Huaimu talking to himself doubtfully. "You have such a good family background, of course you are not miserable!"

He didn't get angry, but just said mockingly, "If you were to switch places with me, you wouldn't be able to say such things."

No one wants to have a mother who treats them as a tool, a cold and profit-seeking father, or even a dark and damp childhood.

The bell rang and everyone returned to their seats.

Tong Huaimu opened the book and listened to the teacher writing formulas on the blackboard. He also wrote on the draft paper. He entered the learning state very well.

the other side.

Ruiguang Group subsidiary finance director Wu Shifang and executive Sun Xiangrong were detained, according to reports in the newspapers.

The shareholders jointly sued the two men, sentenced them to three years in prison and confiscated their property to make up for the losses caused to the company.

Assistant Li brought the coffee to the chairman and said, "The court has already issued a verdict and the media has also been arranged. After these two come out, no company will dare to hire them."

Tong Ruixiao shook his head, "Not enough. The construction company that laundered money abroad is Sun Xiangrong's base for survival."

"What is Director Tong going to do?"

He took a sip of coffee, smiled at his assistant, and said meaningfully, "If you don't remove the roots, the weeds will grow back next year."

If you focus your attention on him, don't blame him for pushing you to death.

Li Li felt a chill in his heart and quickly said, "I understand."

Less than a month later, the construction company was taken to court for using improper building materials resulting in casualties.

Subsequently, a series of violations were discovered and the court forced the declaration of bankruptcy.

On the day the company went bankrupt, Tong Ruixiao was at home doing nothing.

Jian Yan had just returned from outside and saw him sitting on the sofa in the living room with his laptop computer placed aside. It looked like he had just used it and was too lazy to close it.

A relaxing and leisurely Cantonese song was playing on an old record nearby, which was very cozy.

What caught her attention most was that a bottle of wine was opened on the coffee table.

Tong Ruixiao doesn't smoke or drink.

She smiled and asked, "Mr. Tong, are you in a good mood today?"

The man opened his eyes and looked at her, his eyes full of smiles. He refilled the empty goblet and swirled the red liquid, "Very good."

"Because of that construction company?" She also read the report and roughly knew what happened.

"Well, I got an unexpected reward from hunting. Even if it's just a small sum of money, it makes me happy."

She added: “Because it was an unexpected surprise.”

Seeing her coming towards him, Tong Ruixiao asked the servant to get another goblet.

"Drink a little?"

Jian Yan never spoiled the fun, she smiled and picked up the wine glass on the servant's tray. Tong Ruixiao poured her some wine.

He suddenly paused and looked up at her, "Is your period regular?"

Jian Yan said without even thinking, "Sure."

Maybe it's not accurate. The original owner was in poor health. She had only experienced her menstrual period once in such a long time. It was speculated that the original owner should have her period once every two months.

But it wouldn't be so unfortunate that he would come right after drinking.

"I don't mean anything else. I'm just worried that you might have period pain."

Tong Ruixiao poured the wine. He was still frightened by the pain she had suffered last time.

He memorized the date of her menstrual period. If it came on time every month, it would be fine to have two drinks today.

"will not."

She took a sip. "Porto sweet red wine? It has a delicate taste, but it's a little sweet."

Slightly sweet is a euphemism; this wine is much sweeter than what she usually drinks.

"Mr. Tong loves sweets so much, be careful about high blood sugar."

"it is good."

Her concern was also an unexpected surprise. He listened carefully and nodded, "The sugar content is a bit high. I don't usually drink it. You can rest assured."