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

"good to eat."

"Comfortable."

"This popsicle assassin is only happy when someone else pays for his food."

Lin Xia Ning bit off the top layer of chocolate. Seeing that He Yueya was sensitive, she could only take small sips of the popsicle, so she gave her a piece of paper and asked her to continue.

"I never knew you had night blindness." Luo Yilan smacked her lips and said to Yue Zhou.

"It seems that my acting skills are very good, or maybe you are not very smart." Yue Zhou joked.

Four people sat on the roof, looking at the dusk and enjoying the breeze.

Luo Yilan asked curiously: "How do you feel when you see everything in front of you gradually lose its outline?"

Before, he was afraid that the secret would be leaked, and he was even unwilling to make friends. He was afraid that he would not be able to keep the secret and affect the Yue family, so he lived so cautiously.

"I used to be very panicked, but not now." Yue Zhou looked back at He Yue, the breeze blowing her hair, but her hair was greedy for her wet red lips and insisted that she reach out and pull it off, "I am not afraid of anything now."

He Yue was still eating a popsicle seriously and didn't notice Yue Zhou's gaze. Instead, Luo Yilan smiled secretly and moved towards Lin Xianing.

"Wow, that car is so cool!"

Lin Xia Ning didn't notice these. She looked at the campus below her feet and pointed at a black Bentley that slowly drove into the campus.

Yunlong usually doesn't allow cars to drive in, but the number of teachers who have cars can be counted on one hand. Such a cool car attracted the attention of many students, who stopped to the side and watched the car parked under the senior high school teaching building.

Lin Xia Ning bit into the popsicle and said, "Is he here to pick you up?"

Yue Zhou responded: "Yeah."

He Yue finally spoke: "Will you be scolded?"

Yue Zhou wanted to tease her, but when he turned around and looked at He Yue's frowning brows, he shook his head and said, "Sometimes I choose to be deaf."

Yuezhou picked up his schoolbag and left. The three of them stood on the roof and watched someone respectfully open the car door for Yuezhou.

Lin Xia Ning held up the popsicle she had just bitten and said with emotion, "It's great to be rich."

What worries do rich people have?

Three heads gathered together and watched the black Bentley leave the campus amid everyone's envious gazes.

-

As soon as Yue Zhou sat in the back seat, he closed his eyes: "Is Grandpa angry?"

The driver Zhang Ping shook his head: "How could that be? When Yue Lao found out what the Jiang family's grandson had done, he was so angry just for you that he even broke one of his favorite antique cups."

Zhang Ping secretly looked at Yue Zhou through the rearview mirror, but his eyes were closed and his emotions could not be seen.

Zhang Ping had no choice but to continue, "The Jiang family came to our house just now and brought a lot of gifts, but Yue Lao had them thrown away."

"Where's my aunt?"

"Miss Ming is just crying. You know Miss Ming has always loved you the most."

Although Ming Ruowei is Yue Zhou's biological aunt.

Ever since Yuezhou's parents got married, she has often visited Yue's home. Later, Yuezhou's parents died in a car accident. She took on the responsibility of taking care of Yuezhou without saying a word, and later simply moved into Yue's home, so she has never married.

Yue Lao also knew that Ming Ruowei was good to Yue Zhou. He was old now and could not do many things himself, so before Yue Zhou became strong enough to take over Yue Group, he gradually delegated a lot of power and let Ming Ruowei help him manage Yue Group.

"Go home and don't keep them waiting."

"Ok."

-

They were silent all the way until the car drove back home, and Yue Zhou finally opened his eyes. When night fell, the place was brightly lit as usual, and he wished he could light a lamp wherever he went, hoping to illuminate the sky.

Yue Zhou walked on the flat path, refused Zhang Ping's support, and walked slowly into the villa step by step.

Look, he obviously could, but he was afraid before.

The inner demon is the biggest obstacle in a person's life.

Hearing the sound, Ming Ruowei stood up from the sofa and trotted over.

Her eyes were red as if she had been crying for a long time, but she still smiled: "Xiao Zhou, are you hungry? I asked the kitchen to cook your favorite Portuguese chicken."

"Where's grandpa?"

"Mr. Yue is upstairs." Ming Ruowei pulled Yue Zhou intimately and looked at his face. "Are your eyes feeling better?"

"Aunt, don't worry." Yue Zhou smiled and comforted Ming Ruowei, "Your eyes are so red. I'll get you an ice pack after dinner."

Seeing Yue Zhou being so well-behaved and sensible, Ming Ruowei became even more angry: "I'm going to teach that grandson of the Jiang family a lesson."

Ming Ruowei did what she said and was busy making phone calls to curse someone. It seemed that she would not be able to sleep tonight until she got over this anger.

Yue Zhou knew that he couldn't persuade her, so he held the handrail and walked towards Yue Lao's study.

Noticing that some servants wanted to follow, Yue Zhou waved them off: "I can do it myself."

Soon, Yue Zhou stood at the door of the study, looking at the white, smooth, spotless walls in front of him, in silence.

Old Master Yue didn't have many hobbies, except for collecting ancient paintings. But ever since Yue Zhou accidentally bumped into the corner of a painting frame when he was a child and broke his head, he quietly collected all the paintings.

But in fact, Yue Zhou didn't shed a single tear at that time.

Waking up from his memories, Yue Zhou took a deep breath and slowly opened the door.

There was only a floor lamp on in the study, and Yue Lao sat in a rocking chair in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, watching the sunset gradually set on the other side of the city.

A vicissitudes of life voice came into Yue Zhou's ears: "You are back?"

"Yeah, Grandpa."

"The group's stock price has fallen." Yue Lao tapped the armrest of the rocking chair with his fingers. "I have also received calls from many shareholders asking me if you can take on the responsibility of Yue Group."

Yue Zhou stood behind Old Man Yue, his posture still as straight as a bamboo. He lowered his eyes and listened quietly to Old Man Yue's teachings.

"Yuezhou, you have always been the most cautious child. You should know that if this matter is reported, it will definitely have a negative impact on the Yue family. Why did this happen?" Old Master Yue's voice was intimidating without being angry. "Could that kid from the Jiang family plot against you? Your aunt believes that you are wronged, but I don't believe it."

This is what Yue Zhou needs to explain clearly.

"Grandpa." Yue Zhou walked forward and half-knelt beside Yue Lao.

Yue Zhou held Yue Lao's wrinkled hands. He grew up being held by such rough hands: "I did it on purpose."

Yue Lao was not angry, he was waiting for Yue Zhou to explain.

"You said you wanted me to be like a small boat, able to sail freely. Now I am removing the reefs that are blocking my feet."

"Are you sure it was removed?"

Old Man Yue lowered his head and looked at Yue Zhou.

"Yes, before you retire, I will prove to everyone that even if I, Yue Zhou, have night blindness, I can still support the entire Yue family."

"Then how are you going to support the Yue family?" Old Man Yue asked him with a frown.

Yue Zhou had already prepared a response: "The first step is to remove the Yue family's leeches."