The tranquility of the night has never been as precious as it is now. You will not miss any breathing or rhythm of the other person. You seem to be beating with them, or leading them to be beating.

The fingers shaved on the cheeks seemed to spark.

"You haven't eaten yet, I'll go and heat up the dishes." He Yating suddenly lifted the quilt and sat up.

Both of them were breathless. They were already lacking oxygen in the quilt, not to mention that they didn't have much chance to breathe.

Wen Xiaoguang pulled her down, "I won't eat, I won't be hungry."

"ah!"

She suddenly lost her balance and was subdued again.

"Wait a minute, wait a minute," He Yating pressed her hands against his chest, "How is going today?"

Wen Xiaoguang lowered his head and chewed on her neck, "What are you doing for this?"

"Haha," she was itchy and couldn't help but twist her body or push him away, "Okay, stop making trouble, I really want to know."

After several pushes, the atmosphere disappeared.

Wen Xiaoguang and her were facing each other and said helplessly: "Do you know, do you feel so disappointed?"

"ua" the girl kissed him on the cheek, giggled, and then raised her hand, "I accidentally made a cut in cooking today."

Wen Xiaoguang turned over and looked at it, "Where is it?"

"You can also draw a cut in the band sticker later."

Wen Xiaoguang was speechless, "...What are your requirements?"

She shook her head and said in an ambiguous tone: "We will be a couple in this way."

Dong!

Something hit Wen Xiaoguang's chest.

"...In such a situation, if you say such words, do you think...you can still escape?"

...

...

Dining room.

All four dishes were hot.

It is already past nine o'clock in the evening. Those who have worked in first-tier cities will probably not be unfamiliar with having supper at this time.

In fact, he was already very hungry. At the critical moment, his stomach screamed several times, which ruined his good deeds.

He Yating wore a simple ponytail and wore a gray cotton long jacket, which was the new clothes Wen Xiaoguang had placed at home before.

As for her own... she accidentally broke it.

She was still wearing shorts and came over to hold her legs and stepped on the chair, "Is the matter solved?"

Wen Xiaoguang looked up at the white thighs and paused, "Can you wear pants?"

She went to get the blanket and covered it.

Wen Xiaoguang said: "Basically, we have done everything we can do. At present, the response is pretty good. Don't you eat with me?"

He Yating held her cheek, "I'll see how you eat first, how does it taste?"

"It's pretty good, delicious." He nodded, "This beef is well made."

"Hehe, I'll go and get my phone over to watch the news and see if I can have yours."

Wen Xiaoguang let her go.

"I brushed a lot of things in this area at home at night until I accidentally fell asleep. Who is that old man?"

"A middle-aged literary uncle." Wen Xiaoguang thought for a while and said.

"Isn't it the boss?"

"That's the literary boss."

He Yating didn't understand, "What is a literary boss?"

Wen Xiaoguang explained: "A literary leader... well... I'll tell you a joke in the investment world. He started a business before and then published a book. The main content is why I am so awesome. Then an investor went to read his book and thought it was so good, so he stopped investing."

"Ah? Haha," He Yating caught him off guard and asked with an incredible smile: "There is this, why is this?"

"Because such a person is too idealistic and has fighting spirit in difficult situations, but his fighting spirit is to show off after achieving success, so a little success is actually the most dangerous time for Vanke."

He Yating slowly felt relieved, "Then you will definitely win."

Wen Xiaoguang said: "There will be results tomorrow."

"Okay! Have a good rest tonight, and they will definitely be beaten to the death tomorrow!"

She had a naughty and naughty personality, and was restless. She would just sit down properly. No, she had to do something. So she suddenly pressed Wen Xiaoguang's right hand.

"What are you doing? I'm having a meal."

He Yating picked up a piece of shrimp with chopsticks and said with a smile: "Don't move, I'll feed you~"

She sat next to Wen Xiaoguang and dragged all the dishes in front of her.

However, when he opened his mouth to bite, the girl shrank back and he bite it.

Bite again, shrink again, empty again.

"Do you let me eat?" he asked helplessly.

"I'll give you food," He Yating said in a sweet voice.

She guided her... until Wen Xiaoguang suddenly moved away when she bit her last bite...

ua!

Wen Xiaoguang opened his eyes and looked at her shaking smile at her pupils that were close to her, "...what one is better?"

...

Who can withstand this?

Just like people can't stand the 'Youke's boss is such a person'.

After his public appearance, the Internet was swept through one night.

When opening every news website, it is a big title like "A 19-year-old freshman student takes the helm of Uke Goods".

People can understand that they are rich and handsome, but they are lucky enough to become successful entrepreneurs at this age, which obviously has a bit of a nerve.

TV and video networks have begun to report on such breaking news.

Wen Xiaoguang naturally became popular.

About him, about Uke, and about reporting, it suddenly flooded the Internet.

In response to the Fanke report incident, the relevant departments established the General Administration of Quality Supervision, Inspection and Quarantine overnight and issued a response late at night on the same day that they had organized an investigation team to go to the two companies, and would definitely give an explanation to consumers across the country.

By the morning of May 1, the official media began to speak out, and they first reported on being a boss at the age of 19 and gave positive comments on Wen Xiaoguang's approach to dealing with the public relations crisis.

Another strange thing is that the official website of Zhonghai University is paralyzed...

Dean Ding called him to tell him about this and said: "After you talked about it yesterday, someone soon found out that you were a student of the School of Economics and Management, and even I was interviewed."

"It was a bit sudden," Wen Xiaoguang had no choice, "I didn't expect it before today."

"Well, but it should be too late. The school has communicated with the teachers, so you won't have too many records of absenteeism."

"Thank you, Teacher Ding, and thank you for the school," Wen Xiaoguang said, but frowned slightly. After saying thank you, he said, "But let's tell the truth, what it is like... What's more, there are so many students who teach with me, and everyone sees it."

It is impossible to hide it, and there is no need to hide it.

Of course, the school has its own considerations, so we can't give a graduation certificate to a student who has not been in class... because he is rich?

Wen Xiaoguang could understand, so he said: "I will pass all the exams, and those courses are not difficult for me. There is no need to give me an image of both good character and academic performance. If I really fail the subject, then I will lose it."

"Are you sure? Why is this?" Ding Shouzhong didn't expect that, although he admired this quality of not seeking 'privileges'.

Wen Xiaoguang said: "The more perfect the public image, the more likely it is to bring disastrous results."

"You look at the problem quite dialectically."

"The teachers taught it well," he said with a smile.

"Then I'm going to say you usually skip classes."

"I ran away."

Dean Ding appreciated and felt helpless. He felt Wen Xiaoguang's personality.

The public opinion situation is getting more and more exaggerated.

The door of Uke was already crowded with reporters, and his phone number was also blew up. Various magazines, TV stations, and online new media asked him to conduct exclusive interviews.

At around 8 o'clock in the morning, another article appeared on the Internet, titled "A 19-year-old Rich Man Starting from scratch", which suddenly browsed the Internet.

For a moment, it seemed that everyone knew Wen Xiaoguang.
To be continued...