After the fake master disappeared, the real master went crazy

Song Xici didn't expect Huo Chengfeng to change his attitude suddenly, the smile on his face bloomed like a budding flower, "It's okay, I'm not angry."

He was afraid that he would scare Huo Chengfeng if he was too enthusiastic, so he pursed his lips tightly, and tried his best not to smile too exaggeratedly, "There is a cake downstairs, I'll go get it, I'll bring you a piece later."

He kicked and ran downstairs, Huo Cheng, who had a soft expression, turned cold and closed the door with a bang.

His room was decorated very simply, and even the newly installed wardrobe was empty. He took out a paint-stained water glass from the schoolbag he brought, and the glass looked extremely shabby when placed on a high-end desk.

Huo Chengfeng stared at the water glass for a long time, until the door was gently knocked, and he suddenly came back to his senses.

Song Xici was holding two cup cakes, and asked him in a low voice at the door whether he wanted mango or strawberry.

Song Xici's eyes were almost entirely on the mango-flavored cake. Huo Chengfeng has lived by observing words and expressions since he was a child, and he could tell his preference at a glance, so he chose the mango flavor, "Thank you, I will eat the mango flavor." .”

"You also like mango flavor." Song Xici handed the mango flavor cake to Huo Chengfeng, with obvious reluctance in his eyes.

"It's getting late, you go to rest, I still have to pack my things." Huo Chengfeng took the cake, and without waiting for Song Xici's reaction, he closed the door directly.

Song Xici still wanted to ask if he needed his help, but Huo Chengfeng closed the door directly, and he didn't have a chance to ask.

He didn't know that his favorite mango flavored cake was thrown into the trash can immediately after Huo Chengfeng closed the door.

He is allergic to mangoes.

The next day was still on the May Day holiday, but Song Yanting had already made an appointment with the principal to go through the enrollment procedures for Huo Chengfeng today.

Song Xi resigned from a private aristocratic high school. This type of school is extremely divided into two levels. One is rich young masters and ladies who can study casually, and the other is the ultimate academic masters hired by the school with money.

Huo Chengfeng's new school is the same as Song Xici's. In order to make it easier for Song Xici to take care of him, Song Yanting asked the teacher to insert Huo Chengfeng into Song Xici's class.

The students in the second grade of high school are in the restless period of fighting fiercely. If Huo Chengfeng is allowed to go to the new class alone, it will be difficult for him to blend in.

After completing the admission formalities, the whole morning hadn't passed yet, but Song Yanting's secretary had already called several times to urge him to meet with an important client.

Song Xici saw Song Yanting's embarrassment, and immediately said: "Brother, go and do your work, I will take Xiaofeng to the street."

"Okay, first take Chengfeng to buy school uniforms, then take him to have his hair cut, buy a few sets of clothes and some daily necessities, don't run around, call mom so she won't worry, you know?" Song Yanting urged In the end, he looked at Huo Chengfeng worriedly.

He was obviously not worried about Song Xici, but in fact, it was Huo Chengfeng who was really worried, and he was afraid that Huo Chengfeng would make things difficult for Song Xici.

"I will get along well with Xiao Ci." Huo Chengfeng's tone was soft, but his smile didn't reach his eyes, but he said some superficial perfunctory words.

Song Yanting could tell, but he knew what Huo Chengfeng was living in the past, so he couldn't blame him at all. He only hoped that after getting along with him, he could let go of his hostility towards Song Xici.

Song Xici took a taxi and took Huo Chengfeng to a large shopping mall, where there was a suit shop in cooperation with the school, specializing in tailor-made school uniforms.

This is also the place where Song Xici often comes, because it is relatively close to his home, he cuts his hair and buys things here, and Tony, who often goes to several barbershops, knows him and greets him from a distance.

He chose a barber shop that he was quite satisfied with, and ordered Xiao Fei, who often cuts his hair, to do styling for Huo Chengfeng.

Xiao Fei stroked Huo Chengfeng's wet hair twice, and asked with a smile, "Little brother, I can cut whatever hairstyle you want."

Huo Chengfeng had a thoughtful expression on his face, and asked suspiciously, "You can really cut anything?"

Xiao Fei: "Of course, I am the chief of this store!"

"Then cut it like him for me."

The way Huo Chengfeng said he was naturally referring to Song Xici's. The smile on Xiao Fei's face froze for a moment, and then he smirked again: "Little brother, it doesn't look good when you cut it like that. Besides, when you go out together in the future, your hairstyle will be different." Isn't that weird too?"

Huo Chengfeng didn't insist anymore, with a sneer on the corner of his mouth, "You can cut it whatever you want, anyway, whatever I cut it, it won't be..."

He spoke in a quieter voice, so that Xiao Fei couldn't hear him clearly, so he could only quickly cut him a haircut with a poignant smile.

To be honest, Huo Chengfeng's dark and skinny appearance won't look good with any cut, but the short cut will make him look less strange and awkward.

Song Xici was quite satisfied with Huo Chengfeng's new look, and wanted to take him to buy clothes, but Huo Chengfeng didn't want to go, he could only ask the store to deliver them to his home according to Huo Chengfeng's size, and he himself called the driver, and Huo Chengfeng Go back first.

Tong Xiaoshan was watching TV at home, and seeing only the two of them coming in, she came over nervously and took Song Xici's hand, but after a while, she felt that it was wrong to do so, and said to Huo Chengfeng: "Is it hot outside, Mrs. Han cooks in the kitchen?" Taro balls, you two sit down, and I'll get them for you."

Like Song Yanting, Huo Chengfeng's taste is too spicy, and he doesn't want to eat taro balls at all, but Tong Xiaoshan didn't ask him if he wanted to eat them, and just brought them over.

"This is Aunt Han's specialty snack. It's delicious." Song Xici liked to eat this, took a big sip when he received it, and patted his belly in satisfaction.

Tong Xiaoshan took out a tissue and handed it to him, and said with a smile: "I asked Mrs. Han to make it when you went out in the morning, and it was just ready to eat when you came back."

"By the way, Xiaofeng, what do you like to eat?" Song Xici asked while eating, "You tell Aunt Han, she will make it for you later."

"This is quite delicious." Huo Chengfeng took a mouthful and forced himself to swallow it. It doesn't matter what he likes now.

Seeing that he liked it too, Tong Xiaoshan seemed a little happier, and hurriedly went to the kitchen to bring over the rest, "If you like it too, eat more. Song Song also likes the mango flavor, but I didn't expect you to have the same taste."

Huo Chengfeng realized that it tasted like mango at the first bite, but he didn't say anything. After eating, he excused himself and went back to the room, leaving Song Xici and Tong Xiaoshan alone in the living room.

Huo Chengfeng disappeared, and Tong Xiaoshan breathed a sigh of relief, "Song Song, how are you getting along with Xiaofeng?"

She always felt that the child was too gloomy and not a good person to get along with.

"He's pretty good, but he doesn't adapt to the new place, that's why he doesn't talk much." Song Xici took Tong Xiaoshan's hand, "Mom, you'll be fine if you talk to Xiaofeng more, your blood is thicker than water , it won't last too long."

After all, it is her own son, and Tong Xiaoshan also hopes to get close to Huo Chengfeng, but after all, she has not had any contact with Huo Chengfeng for 16 years, and suddenly she wants to love him as much as she loves Song Xici, which is always a little uncomfortable.

Song Xici persuaded her for a long time, and then she plucked up the courage to go upstairs to call Huo Chengfeng. She wanted to take Huo Chengfeng and Song Xici out for dinner.

But after knocking on the door for a long time, no one answered, nor did they come to open the door. Tong Xiaoshan tried the doorknob, but the door was not locked.

The room was very quiet, Huo Chengfeng lay on the bed without any movement.

"Chengfeng, why are you sleeping in broad daylight?" Tong Xiaoshan was worried that he would sleep too long during the day, so she stood by the bed and called him, "Get up and tidy up, let's go out for dinner together."

The person on the bed didn't seem to have woken up, but he called out to his mother in a daze.

Tong Xiaoshan's eyes were red from the cry. She sat on the bed and wanted to take a closer look at her 16-year-old son, but found that his face was flushed and his breathing was short of breath. He was obviously unwell.

Tong Xiaoshan hurriedly called the driver and Song Xici, and rushed Huo Chengfeng to the hospital.

The doctor diagnosed that it was caused by mango allergy, but fortunately, I didn't eat much and it was not life-threatening.

Huo Chengfeng was still lying on the hospital bed, Tong Xiaoshan was crying with self-blame, Song Xici kept patting her on the back, "Mom, don't cry, let's check Xiaofeng's allergens again, and we won't let him do it again in the future." Allergic."

"I am his biological mother, but I don't even know that he is allergic to mangoes." Tong Xiaoshan wiped her tears, "I am sorry for him, and I am sorry for Chengfeng."

Song Xici pursed his lips. In fact, it was his own fault. He replaced Huo Chengfeng for 16 years of good life and made him suffer for 16 years. Should he go back?

Huo Chengfeng lay in the hospital for several hours, and finally Song Yanting came to pick them up. On the way, when he mentioned allergies, he sighed: "Since you are allergic to mangoes, don't eat them. Mom won't stop eating this cup of taro balls just because of you." I don't like you."

Huo Chengfeng lowered his head and said nothing. After a long time, he said in embarrassment: "I don't know that I am allergic to mangoes, and I have never eaten them before."

"But the mango cake I gave you before, isn't it okay for you to eat? Could it be the fake mango used in that shop!" Song Xici said angrily, "I won't buy theirs from now on."

"it's not like that."

They just arrived home when they were talking about this, Huo Chengfeng took Song Xici upstairs, opened the door of his room, and showed Song Xici the small cup cake that was placed alone on the desk display shelf, "This is the first time you gave I'm not willing to eat my things."

He just pulled it out of the trash and served it a few hours ago.

Song Xici wiped his eyes abruptly, sniffed and said, "I'll give you something else in the future, don't keep this, what if it makes you allergic after leaving it in the room for a long time?"

"No." Huo Chengfeng pulled Song Xici's clothes, "Xiaoci, thank you for accompanying me to cut my hair and buy clothes today. I am very happy. I am also very happy that my mother brought me taro balls today. No one was nice to me before, and I like you very much."

"Mom will treat you well." Song Xici cried like a fool.

Tong Xiaoshan outside the door was also crying. She originally wanted to come to see Huo Chengfeng, but she didn't expect to hear such words. His son has suffered for 16 years, and now a little bit of good will move him very much.

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The scheming little Huo, the face-changing master