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

"Ah."

Tong Huaimu nodded, thinking that she had no idea that I had made progress.

After all, he is still a child and couldn't hide his smile. "I am ranked 499th in the grade this time. I got 70 points in physics, which is one point above the excellent line."

Jian Yan was surprised, and a smile of joy filled his eyes, "Oh my God! I remember you were ranked 600th last time, you have improved so much!"

"Great! This physics score is beyond my expectation, it has reached 70 points."

The boy turned his back to her, fiddling with the crystal ornaments on the cabinet to hide his inner happiness, and said in a haughty voice: "Yeah, of course!"

"You taught me so seriously. If I still don't do well in the test, it would be a waste of your time."

Jian Yan was moved by his heartfelt words. She stroked his hair and said softly, "Actually, for me, even if you don't make any progress, it's not a waste of time."

"Xiao Mu, even if your grades don't improve, I won't be disappointed in you. People who love you will love you regardless of whether you are excellent or not."

These words touched a wound deep in his heart, like applying disinfectant alcohol to a scar, causing both pain and warmth.

His expression was touched, and his eyes sparkled with water.

She spoke in a low voice, suppressing her rising emotions, without shedding any tears, "I was afraid you wouldn't like me."

She laughed at him, "How could I dislike you because of your grades? I treat you as a family member, not just you with good grades."

"Don't feel pressured or indebted, or I'll get anxious. I'm willing to tutor you, and I only care about the process, not the results."

But I feel a little sad in my heart.

His parents did not give him love when he was young, so he lacked a sense of security and developed such a sensitive heart.

So much like her.

Strive to search, hold on to a lamp, there is a little light, but also tremble with fear that it will disappear.

It takes a long time to adapt and change.

Tong Huaimu was silent for a long time, then said, "Why are you so nice to me?"

He has asked this question many times.

She patiently answered again and again, always gently, "At first I approached you with the idea of ​​peaceful coexistence, but later I found that you were just stubborn on the surface but gentle at heart. I really treat you as my child and hope that you can be happy and have a bright future."

I hope to be a lamp that burns all the time, rather than a flickering fire.

I cannot illuminate myself, but if I can bring a little comfort to children who are also in trouble and lost, it will be a good deed.

What's more, when she brings light to illuminate others, she also feels the warmth from them.

The boy turned around and hugged her.

The voice was very soft, "Jian Yan, you are so nice."

Jian Yan could tell that he was about to cry again, so she joked, "No way, I've been given the nice guy card?"

Tong Huaimu immediately let go of her, frowning, his eyes a little wet, "You are so annoying!"

Jian Yan couldn't believe it, and smiled with eyes curved, saying sarcastically: "Why are you nice one moment and nasty the next? The candidate's statements are inconsistent, I suggest you eliminate him!"

The young man snorted and left a message before leaving: "It's annoying! Disgusting Ms. Jane!"

The last three words were spoken particularly loudly, as if in revenge. Xuexiang, who had just come in, heard them and couldn't help but laugh.

"What are you laughing at? Don't laugh!"

Who knew that Tong Huaimu turned around again at this time, with a fierce look, which scared Xuexiang and she quickly kept silent.

He turned around and remembered his work, and handed the thing to Jian Yan.

Jian Yan took the information from Xue Xiang and looked through it carefully. "The sales of the latest new products are not very good. Let's remove them."

"it is good."

Xuexiang nodded and called several store managers.

Every new product has a half-month observation period. If the sales volume does not meet the target during the observation period, Jian Yan will directly remove the product and ask the production engineer to develop an improvement plan.

As Fu Lai Dessert Shop gradually grew, the number of chefs had grown to over a hundred, and the business became increasingly procedural and standardized.

The main store is located in Jiangcheng No. 2 Middle School. Although that store was opened later, the site is large, and there is a large area in the back for employees to work and live.

Although the store of Jiangcheng No. 1 Middle School has been expanded, it can only accommodate production and has not yet arranged employee dormitories and meals.

The remaining three stores are scattered in other locations in Jiangcheng, namely the Jiangcheng University store, the University Town store, and the City Government store.

Sales are good.

Jian Yan would visit each store every once in a while to check on the situation, and everything was developing in a good direction.

At the end of January, the snow in Jiangcheng stopped. There was a slight chill in the air, and the wind was so cold that it penetrated into the bones.

As the Chinese New Year approaches, the housekeepers and servants in the villa become busy, cutting window flowers, folding paper lanterns, hanging long chain lights... and arranging decorations in every corner, big and small.

The wrought iron gate was pasted with lovely New Year decorations, red lanterns were hung high, the word "Fu" was hung on the branches of the small trees, and warm lights were lit on the fence.

Jian Yan looked at the lively scene in the living room and thought that the plain funeral atmosphere that had always existed had finally been swept away.

The steps of the spiral staircase are covered with red velvet blankets, and the three-dimensional relief New Year pictures on the walls are magnificent, magnificent and festive.

“It feels like the New Year.”

She looked at the window grilles and sighed.

At this time, the butler placed the red wine on the dining table. Hearing her words, he nodded and smiled and said, "Yes, we put up lights and decorations every year at this time."

Jian Yan walked out of the living room and down the stairs.

The driver has been waiting for a long time.

She received another invitation from Meng Jiangshu today, at 5pm. She wanted to decline, but the other party said it was a charity banquet, and the banquet invited well-known artists to auction their works, so she agreed.

The banquet was very formal. She wore one of the few women's suits owned by the original owner, a navy blue waist-length style, a simple white square scarf around her neck, and a pair of black high heels on her feet. She looked simple and capable.

When she arrived at the venue, everyone was there earlier than she expected.

She seemed a little late.

But it doesn't matter.

Meng Jiangshu, who was drinking and chatting with someone, saw her, apologized to the person, and came to her side, "This dress is very beautiful."

"Thank you," she smiled.

"I'll give you a surprise," Meng Jiangshu said, introducing the middle-aged lady with short hair to her. "This is Ms. Deng Qing, a famous collector of cultural relics in Jiangcheng."

Deng Qing, "I've always heard from Mr. Meng that Miss Jian likes calligraphy and painting. I just happened to have bought an oil painting recently. I wonder if you are interested in discussing it with me in detail?"

“It is my great honor to share my paintings with you!”

Jian Yan started chatting with Deng Qing and found that the other party had very unique insights into a certain famous painting, which benefited her a lot.

The waiter brought some special fruit wine, and the two sat in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, looking at the fountain outside the venue and chatting in detail.