What to do if your male god is too good at self-attack

I never feel that home is big.

Yue Zhou sat on the sofa and thought.

The family used to be very lively. Ming Ruowei was a very capable person. She never let other people's words fall on her shoulders and kept everything at home in order.

Now that grandpa is gone and she is gone, no one in the Yue family will talk so much anymore.

"Xiao Zhou." Zhang Ping walked over. "Boss Bo called and asked if you want to go to England early so that we can celebrate the New Year together."

He looked at Yue Zhou's thin appearance since the incident at home, and advised him with some distress: "Go, go out for a walk, you will feel better. The people sent by President Bo are managing Yue's company very well, so you don't have to worry."

Seeing Yue Zhou still silent, Zhang Ping persuaded him even harder: "Don't you like the pancakes made by Mrs. Bo? Mrs. Bo has been inviting you to come. I remember that you named their child. He is now more than five years old."

"Xiao Zhou, are you reluctant to leave classmate He Yue?"

Yue Zhou's hand holding the cup trembled slightly, and only silent ripples could be seen in the cup.

Zhang Ping knew he was right, he had a foul mouth.

He slapped his mouth, turned around and was about to leave, but was stopped by Yue Zhou.

"Uncle Zhang, can you check what happened to He Yue recently?"

Yue Zhou felt that something was wrong with He Yue, but he couldn't just pretend that nothing had happened. It would be better if he could find out more about it, just to give himself peace of mind.

"Okay." Zhang Ping agreed, "Then Britain..."

"I'll go." Yue Zhou put down his cup and curled his lips, "Tell Uncle Bo that I'll go and celebrate the New Year with them."

-

He Yue packed her schoolbag early in the morning and was ready to go out. When she pushed open the door and walked out, He Lang was sitting on a chair, swinging his legs and eating poached eggs.

The eggs had to be runny and not too solid, otherwise Yin Rou was afraid that he would choke.

"elder sister!"

"Yeah." He Yue responded lightly.

Yin Rou walked out of the kitchen with only a bowl of vegetable noodles in her hand: "Awake? You..."

"I'm going to the library." He Yue went straight to the entrance to put on her shoes. Yin Rou glanced at her grandfather who was reading a newspaper on the rattan chair, but her grandfather just flipped the page and said, "Remember to buy breakfast."

"Okay." He Yue took the key and left. Suddenly, she thought of something and turned her head, "When are you moving to Jiang Manyue?"

Not knowing how she was stabbed, Yin Rou blushed and put the mask down heavily: "What? Your father and I are strangers now? You want us to leave quickly?"

It has been such a long time since they came back from the capital, but He Yue has been treating them coldly. As a mother, doesn't she have any dignity?

People say daughters are like little cotton-padded jackets, but Heyue is the kind that leaks air from front to back.

Facing Yin Rou's anger, He Yue said dryly: "That's not what I meant."

After saying that, he didn’t want to listen to Yin Rou’s nagging anymore, so he quickly opened the door and ran away.

"Dad, don't you care about her?"

Grandpa groaned, "Isn't she very well behaved?"

Yin Rou was still angry. He Lang leaned over the table, turned over the hot noodles, and took out a large piece of luncheon meat warmed by the soup: "Sis, if you don't want to eat it, I'll eat it."

“You just know how to eat.”

"How can a child grow taller if he doesn't eat?" Grandpa took a sip of tea.

"Dad, why did He Yue suddenly become like this?" Yin Rou moved a chair and sat next to her grandfather with an unhappy face, wanting to have a good talk with her grandfather about He Yue's problem.

In my impression, He Yue has always been a good-tempered person, speaking softly and gently, and blushing when she speaks. But now she has such a bad temper?

"Don't try to blame me." Grandpa glanced at her, "It didn't change all of a sudden. Think about what you came back with last time."

Yin Rou pursed her lips: "It seems so..."

"Two years ago." Grandpa counted them off one by one. "Two years ago you said that Langlang's promotion from primary school to junior high school was crucial. Last year you said that Langlang had a master class during the winter vacation, which was crucial, so you didn't come back."

Yin Rou's face turned awkward. She glanced at He Lang who was eating noodles obediently. "That... this is really crucial. Lang Lang is different from Xiao He. Lang Lang has good grades and needs to work hard. Xiao He has never been good at studying. Her father and I don't have any expectations for her. She just needs to live happily in this life. Do you think this is bad for her?"

Yin Rou's words seemed to make sense. She just had different expectations for the two children. Didn't she give He Yue money to raise her? Didn't she give her food and clothes? She even bought her snacks when she came back from the capital, but He Yue didn't appreciate it.

Grandpa stood up and took out a stack of report cards from the drawer and handed them to Yin Rou. He Lang also leaned over curiously and asked, "Wow, how did sister go from the bottom to the top 200 in one go?"

Yin Rou's hands also trembled: "This... did you pay for her tutoring?"

Grandpa shook his head: "No, this kid is smarter than you anyway."

He Yue is eighteen years old now, and she has figured out everything that can be figured out.

Yin Rou has been a mother for eighteen years, and she will never understand what she can't understand.

-

"You have to memorize English words every day, Xiaohe, don't forget." Luo Yilan, who had returned to her hometown, was still worried about everyone's grades, so she called to remind them, "If you don't understand a math problem, just call me, or wait for me to come back and we can study together."

"I know." He Yue replied with a smile.

"The library closes at nine o'clock in the evening. Don't forget to go home, otherwise you won't know what to do if you are locked inside." Luo Yilan added, thinking of something.

He Yue got off the bus: "I know."

"Okay, I'll call Ning, and you study hard."

Luo Yilan gave a few more instructions and hung up the phone.

He Yue lifted up her sliding schoolbag and looked up at the tall building in front of her, a five-story Western-style building with two big characters hanging on the roof - Changqing.

He Yue didn't know how Chen Song had managed to expand Changqing's nightclub to its current size in just a few months.

There are rumors in Qucheng that Chen Song killed his good brother and took other people's assets to get to where he is today. In fact, it is not impossible.

Thinking about these rumors, He Yue grabbed the strap of her schoolbag and walked in.

Deceiving Chen Song is only a temporary solution. If you want to completely eliminate the danger, you have to make Chen Song disappear completely.

Yue Zhou's defeat of Ming Ruowei gave He Yue inspiration. That day, she thought of Chen Song amid the sound of police sirens.

He has been walking in the gray area and doing things ruthlessly. Wouldn't he leave behind a handle like an account book like Ming Ruowei, hiding some shameful secrets?

She must find evidence of Chen Song's crime before he discovers her identity.

"Are you here?" Ma Feilu yawned and walked out. He Yue nodded, and he tilted his head, "Come on."

Yang Lengzi, who was standing nearby, saw Ma Feilu, handed him a cigarette, and asked, nodding and bowing, "Brother Ma, how about that girl?"

Ma Feilu glanced at him and said, "In the car, try it yourself."

"How embarrassing!" Yang Langzi rubbed his hands together, and the two of them talked dirty without paying any attention to He Yue beside them.

She didn't want to hear any of this, so she walked quickly into the elevator. Ma Feilu followed her in, and both of them pressed the elevator button at the same time. He Yue immediately withdrew her hand without saying a word.

But Ma Feilu still noticed it: "Why, do you think it's dirty?" He pouted, "Why does my brother like you? An angel, I don't know if you are fake."

Although Ma Feilu was muttering in a low voice, he was not afraid of He Yue hearing it. Fortunately, he did not turn around, so he did not see the guilt in He Yue's eyes.