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

"Hahaha, Xiao Liu is really thoughtful. Yes, she should be called Ms. Jian..."

Jian Yan didn't know what impression her heartfelt words of concern left on other people. She was not good at pleasing others and had no idea of ​​making others like her.

The elevator stopped at the top floor.

She knocked on the door of the chairman's office.

The man working in front of the computer said "Come in", looked up and saw that it was her, and immediately stood up from the leather chair.

Unbelievable, yet with an unexpected joy: "Xiao Jian, you are here?"

"Well, didn't you say that the employees were working overtime today? I bought some desserts to reward everyone. I just distributed them and came to see you."

Tong Ruixiao was hurt by the word "by the way". He actually became a person who just took a look...

Then he thought again, maybe she was just saying one thing and thinking another, and brought him a dessert reward for working overtime...

So he blinked expectantly: "Where's mine?"

Jian Yan said "Hmm?" in confusion, not understanding what was going on.

"My dessert."

She chuckled, feeling that his behavior was childish: "You are also an employee, right? I bought this for the employees, so there is no place for you. What big boss would compete with employees for a little benefit?"

"You are the boss. Just ask Assistant Li to buy whatever you want to eat or drink. No one can control you."

Employees must abide by the rules on a daily basis and cannot do whatever they want.

After hearing what she said, Tong Ruixiao knew that she was not "saying one thing and thinking another". She really came for her employees and came to see him by the way, and she did not prepare anything for him.

Totally disappointed.

He looked at her deeply with his beautiful peach blossom eyes until he sat back in front of the computer. After a long while, he only said one sentence:

"This is different."

He had no shortage of food and drink, but what she gave him was different from what he sent people to buy.

Jian Yan looked at him and could actually read a hint of dejection in his eyes. She took two steps forward to the table, looked down at him, and asked curiously, with her hands on the table:

"Are you upset because I didn't bring you one?"

"Ah."

She raised her eyebrows. Admitting it so bluntly?

It's quite rare.

She knew Tong Ruixiao's temper very well. He was always used to digesting his emotions alone and never said anything.

People say he has a good temper, but he is easily jealous; people say he has a bad temper, but he is still emotionally stable.

Even if he got irritated, nothing would happen. He would tuck in her quilt as usual when she went to sleep, wrap her in a scarf when it got cold, and wake her up to drink some warm water before going to the company.

Everything was turning like mechanical gears, gentle and firm, and would not change. Only when she wanted to get close to him, he would push her away silently, sulking and resisting silently.

Therefore, Jian Yan often had to ask him what he thought, to prevent this pufferfish from getting sick from anger.

It's so easy to admit it today...

Just as she was thinking this, the man's voice came muffled: "I am obviously your partner, but my treatment is not as good as an ordinary employee. Why?"

Such a strong and unwilling tone made Jian Yan stunned, especially the three words "why", which were completely different from his implicit style.

She listened to his words and felt that there was some truth in them, so she asked in a good-tempered manner:

"What do you want?"

"Just like them... No, at least treat them differently, give them special treatment... You don't have to care about them!"

He said these words after careful consideration, and it looked like he was reviewing the suggestions made by the directors, but his tone was more serious than usual.

Jian Yan finally understood.

"Oh, you mean you're the only one I should care about?"

She leaned forward, hooked her hands around his silver tie, and observed him with a smile. The two of them were closer, and they could feel his shallow breathing.

His drooping eyelashes trembled, he remained silent, and his ears turned red silently.

"Dong dong dong."

There was a knock on the door, breaking the ambiguous atmosphere.

His body visibly stiffened for a moment, then relaxed.

"Please come in."

Jian Yan restrained his laughter and spoke loudly.

She glanced at him before she spoke and noticed that he was adjusting his shirt collar and tie, as if he didn't want anyone to notice that he was being dishonest.

Hook lips.

Well, he is no longer young and energetic, and has already stepped half a foot into his forties. If someone suddenly spreads rumors that he is having an affair in the office, it would be a great humiliation for him.

I didn't do anything out of line even at my most turbulent age, so how could I possibly lose my reputation when I approach middle age?

What a respectable and well-behaved person.

If he could be so disciplined in the business world, there wouldn't be so many people afraid of him.

……

Tong Huaimu has been unhappy recently.

He thought he was not bad to his deskmate who transferred to the same school, but the other party was very repulsive to him and even wanted to switch seats with him.

"Xiao Mu, you're distracted."

When Jian Yan was explaining the problem to him, she noticed that his eyes were dull. She knocked on the table with her knuckles.

She asked, “What happened?”

Tong Huaimu looked at her and did not hide it: "A classmate was normal to you at first, but then gradually alienated you, but he didn't show that he hated you. Why is that?"

Jian Yan thought about it for a while and realized that his answer was too broad and he couldn't make an accurate guess, so he suggested, "You can just ask that classmate. Many times, if you don't express your thoughts, the other party won't know. Maybe there is a misunderstanding about you."

Tong Huaimu nodded thoughtfully.

the next day.

"Jin Buxi."

Before entering the classroom, Tong Huaimu called the girl with a high ponytail.

He stared into her eyes and said seriously, "You don't hate me, right? Why are you avoiding me? I haven't done anything to harm your interests. You can chat with everyone during class breaks, but you only avoid me."

He was afraid that his words would sound humble and humiliating, so he tried to make excuses for himself.

"I'm not trying to persuade you to sit next to me, I just don't understand why your attitude has changed. If you tell me, I can improve myself based on your point of view."

In this way, the complex emotions towards her can be transformed into efforts to improve oneself.

It saves face without making people feel unreasonable.

"Do you want to hear the truth?" She hesitated because he was so serious and earnest.

"Yes! Otherwise I wouldn't ask you."

"Actually..." She paused and met his gaze, "It's because of your identity."

"My identity?"

He knew that other people in the school admired him mostly because of his family background, but he didn't understand how this could be a reason for her to avoid him.

She replied: "Well, I don't want to have too much contact with classmates whose status is so different from mine. I am an ordinary person, and you are a rich second-generation. It is not appropriate for us to be deskmates in theory."

Although it focuses on learning, it is not a machine.

In addition to practicing and memorizing exercises in class and after class, as he said, everyone would also take advantage of the breaks to chat and relax.