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

Tong Ruixiao saw that the boy's wine glass was a little tilted, so he helped to steady it with his hand, and said with a smile, "You should accept the loss and don't cheat."

Xuexiang held up the notebook and urged: "Master, I will accept the defeat."

Seeing so many people joining him in asking him to drink, Tong Huaimu stood up shakily, put his hands on his hips, and drank all the wine in the glass.

He showed it to all of them, like a general showing off his military exploits, "Here, I've finished drinking!"

Jian Yan looked at him with a smile. Xiao Mu didn't show his face when he drank, but from his abnormal actions, it could be seen that he was drunk.

as predicted.

The young man, who was looking up to seek credit the moment before, fell down headfirst and closed his eyes to go to sleep the next moment.

Everyone was shocked.

Fortunately, the housekeeper came in time and helped the boy upstairs to rest.

Jian Yan went to play with the servants and the gardener again.

Everyone gathered around a table. Someone told a joke and everyone laughed so hard that they fell backwards. "Hahaha, good! Let's start!"

They played dice, and whoever had the higher number got to drink.

Jian Yan had a good alcohol tolerance and drank a lot with everyone else, even knocking out three maids and a gardener.

The drunk gardener hid his wine glass here and there like a childish child, muttering "I want to watch cartoons", and the rest of the people were happily teasing him.

She stood aside, smiling happily.

"when--"

The clock struck twelve and someone in the villa's bell tower rang the bell, producing a deep and distant sound.

This was followed by the crackling sound of fireworks and sudden explosions.

Jian Yan put down his wine glass, walked to the window, opened the curtain, and saw the fireworks in the sky through the floor-to-ceiling window.

"The fireworks are so beautiful. Let's go outside and watch!"

She excitedly greeted Xuexiang and the other servants.

Everyone supported each other and crowded to the swimming pool area in front of the villa. The open space was the best place to enjoy the fireworks, as if thousands of trees with golden and silver petals were blooming overhead.

Tong Ruixiao stood in the distance, leaning against the door frame and staring at her quietly.

She was wearing a pure white dress, looking up at the fireworks, with a gorgeous smile on her face. Her black and white eyes were illuminated by the light from the fireworks, as if they were also dyed with the brilliant colors of the fireworks, stunningly beautiful.

He couldn't help but lose his mind.

He stood there quietly, but his heart had already sunk along with her into the fireworks.

The scene was so beautiful that he couldn't help but take out his phone to take a picture. Looking at the almost fantasy-like picture stored in the phone, his thumb stroked the corner of the screen.

This is the most treasured memory.

The housekeeper put a lot of effort into the fireworks show for this New Year's Eve, and it can be said that the arrangements were very sophisticated.

When he heard his wife say, "The fireworks are as beautiful as a dream," he thought that all his efforts were worth it.

After the fireworks show, the ordinary servants returned to the servants' room in the villa to rest, and the housekeeper and Wang Ma were responsible for the final finishing work.

"Mr. Tong?"

Jian Yan found that Tong Ruixiao was absorbed in looking at his phone. She called him twice, but he didn't hear her.

"Mr. Tong!"

Her voice got louder, and he seemed to be frightened by the suddenness, staring at her blankly, "What's wrong?"

"I called you several times but you didn't respond. What are you looking at so intently?"

She felt incredible, knowing that he usually used his phone for calls and never sent messages, so how could he be so engrossed in reading it?

Tong Ruixiao wanted to evade the question, but he found that the screen was on. If he turned it off immediately, it would make it more obvious. Although it was embarrassing, he had no choice but to tell the truth.

"Photos, taken just now."

Jian Yan became interested: "Can I take a look?"

"it is good."

His voice was a little muffled and he handed the phone to her.

He lowered his eyes and dared not look at her. He felt ashamed and anxious, and his ears were red as if they were about to bleed.

This was the first time I took a photo of someone without permission and was seen by them.

Would Xiao Jian think that he was a dirty and vulgar person? Doing such a thing that was beneath his status and etiquette was not like a proper gentleman at all.

Jian Yan carefully looked at the photos in his mobile phone. These were photos of everyone watching the fireworks just now.

Her expression didn't reveal whether she was happy or disliked. Tong Ruixiao suddenly felt nervous for no reason and felt anxious, as if every moment was a year.

I just felt that she was about to open her mouth the next second and say something disgusting like "He seems to be a gentleman on the surface, but he secretly takes pictures of others."

Just imagining it made him feel heartbroken.

But the executioner's knife was still not coming.

After a long while, I could only hear her exclaiming, "This firework photo is so good, it's so beautiful, it captures the fleeting splendor! The proportion and composition are very beautiful, I didn't expect you have a talent for photography!"

He froze and looked up at her, "...Really?"

I didn't expect that what she said would be like this.

"Yes, if it wasn't for the poor clarity, I would have thought it was taken by a professional camera."

The admiration in Jian Yan's eyes didn't seem fake.

She approved of the photo he took so much that she analyzed it from an art perspective.

The imagined contempt and sarcasm turned out to be unnecessary worries. Tong Ruixiao felt relieved and let out a long, deep breath.

and……

She seemed to be certain that he was taking pictures of the fireworks and that her entry was just a coincidence of the angle, and she didn't take it to heart.

This was something to be thankful for, and he should have been happy, but somehow he felt a little disappointed. This feeling was depressing, like a thick blanket pressing down on his heart.

Another desire was stirring in my blood - to let her know my feelings, to let her see them!

As soon as this idea formed in his mind, he immediately shattered it. No, no! Absolutely not!

Your thoughts are known only to heaven and earth, and it is enough for you to know them. There is no need to tell them to others as if to take credit for it.

If he were to express his feelings to the other party, he might not be able to maintain the current situation. He didn't want the current situation to be broken.

Love is a very heavy word.

When someone has no feelings for you, expressing your love will only add burden to the other person.

Facing her, he had already let go of his reserve and tried to take many steps forward. But if she didn't need him, then these steps were superfluous. Not only were they worthless, but they would also become a burden that made her uncomfortable and could only arouse disgust.

He answered her, looking a little shy: "I just took the photo casually. I didn't expect to receive such high praise from you. I feel embarrassed."

She raised an eyebrow and handed the phone back to him, "Excuse me? Don't you and your partners compliment each other when you're working?"

You have to know that besides politicians, businessmen are the best at speaking. They want to carefully consider every word they say, and a single wrong word can cost someone's life.

Praise was even more of a given, she had seen a lot of it. Flattery was so exaggerated that even the dead could be praised as alive.

Tong Ruixiao shook his head. "It's different. The compliments between them and me are all compliments to each other, but not with you."