Cannon fodder: The villain is forced to resign

"Pfft~cough cough——"

Song Lin hurriedly put down the bowl, searched for something to drink in the car, and finally drank it from a small teapot.

Mingsui glanced over from the corner of his eye and asked in a hoarse tone, "Does it taste good?"

Song Lin gritted his teeth, "Do you have a grudge against her?"

If you like riding a horse, these two people definitely have a grudge!

Mingsui ignored it and played with the red wine bottle in his hand, half closing his eyes, wondering what he was thinking.

"By the way, you drank wine, is your heart... all right?" Song Lin frowned and looked at Ming Sui, but found no clues, but Ming Sui never liked to show off, so he couldn't tell whether Ming Sui was okay.

Ming Sui lazily raised his eyebrows and turned his eyes leisurely to Song Lin. He looked over carefully with a look that seemed a bit like he was awake in a dream. His ink-like eyes were a little hazy.

Song Lin paused, is this bastard drunk? Should we take the opportunity to kill him?

Song Lin thought about it, and consciously touched his right hand to his waist. The handle of the gun was cold and hard. Song Lin stared at Ming Sui closely, suspicious in his heart, but he tried to find an opportunity to kill Ming Sui with one blow.

"That……"

"When I am admitted to college, my sister will be in her senior year of high school. Our tuition and living expenses are all problems. I know how much I weigh, and my grades are not bad, but in the province, it is nothing. I can't meet the tuition fee exemption

condition."

Song Lin seemed to have thought of something. He took out his cell phone and said with a bad smile, "Come on, Ming Sui, look at the camera and repeat what you just said."

Song Lin stared at Ming Sui closely, thinking that he might be able to find out something about Ming Sui, or that Ming Sui would tell him his weaknesses and weaknesses. By then, Ningcheng would no longer be divided into two parts of the world, but the Song family would monopolize it.

Seeing that Ming Sui was half drunk and half awake, and seemed to be holding back his big move, Song Lin put down the gun in his hand with a slight disappointment, played with the small teapot, and continued to test Ming Sui.

Ming Sui lowered his head, and the dim light cast shadows, making it difficult to see his expression clearly.

"Not big."

There are three members of the Zhou family. Due to the popularization of compulsory education, there is no pressure on tuition and miscellaneous fees. They only have to pay for food, clothing, housing and transportation.

The young man rubbed his hands and got a little closer to Qi Yuan. The heat from the hot water pot gave him some warmth.

【What? Crazy?】

Qi Yuan glanced at Zhou Wu, pinched his fingers lightly, and opened his lips, "I won't accept any disciples."

Stupid people don't treat others badly.

A thinly dressed young man from Qingjun rubbed his hands, breathed, glanced at the ingredients on the tricycle, and asked politely.

The host never eats the food she cooks. She says she is not used to it. When she gives it to others, they say it is good based on friendship, so the host thinks the food she cooks is in line with people's tastes...

The suffocating study time and heavy workload caused Zhou Wu, who had high grades and high pressure in life, to collapse.

Are you drunk when riding a horse?

Zhou Wu's eyes darkened and he pretended to be relaxed, "I know that people in this business pay attention to exclusive recipes. I have only heard others talk about it before, but I didn't expect to see it in person today! Haha."

Song Lin curled his lips and his rippling smile deepened. With this dirty information, Ming Sui had to bring it back to him just as Ming Sui robbed him of the market in the north.

"Want to go to school?"

"You are very smart." Qi Yuan stuffed the remaining roasted sweet potatoes into Zhou Wu's pocket.

"Why can't you die?"

"Yes." Zhou Wu's voice was trembling as he spoke, and the thin clothes could not allow him to breathe smoothly and finish the sentence.

"Boss, do you make money doing this?"

[Host, don’t question it, the battery is out of power, so you can only push it back.]

Qi Yuan stirred the noodles from time to time without adding any condiments. In her opinion, the so-called clear soup noodles just meant boiled noodles in clear water.

"Boss is joking, no one will do a business that doesn't make money, right?" Qingjun young man smiled, "Boss, is this business a big investment?"

[The host’s exclusive craftsmanship will not be passed on to anyone.]

"Children should study hard. You can get loans for college or work part-time jobs. So, why do you need to make money?"

Song Lin rubbed his forehead and leaned back on the seat without any strength, "Ming Sui, drink less in the future and don't watch stupid dramas secretly."

The young man rubbed the back of his head in embarrassment. The tall man looked like a child who had done something wrong in front of Qi Yuan, "I want to learn."

Zhou Wu's waist felt hot, and the remaining heat from the roasted sweet potatoes was still scorching hot. Compared with the cold wind, the roasted sweet potatoes gave him an incomparable temperature tonight.

Qi Yuan glanced over and saw that Zhou Wu's expression did not change. He pretended to be relaxed and stiff, but it could be seen that he was somewhat arrogant.

Only then did Qi Yuan look at the young man seriously. He had an upright appearance and a clear temperament, "Do you want to learn?"

"Boss? Do you still have a meeting?"

Qi Yuan took out his cell phone, set an alarm for ten minutes, threw the noodles into the pot, "No money."

"Yes." Qi Yuan put down his hand, walked to the small three-wheeler, and took out an exquisitely crafted menu, "What kind of food do you want to eat?"

"I'm worried that my dad won't let us continue going to school, so we can only save more money..."

After returning home, I still have to complete my after-school homework and study the college entrance examination questions on Zhou Wu.

Song Lin: "..."

Mingsui said slowly, "My heart hasn't returned yet, and besides, her cooking tastes terrible."

"My grades are okay, but I'm not smart. I have to study questions until very late every day. Sometimes at twelve o'clock, I have to sort out the wrong questions. The alarm clock at 5:30 in the morning is also very noisy, but I don't study.

will be left behind.”

Very hot.

Qi Yuan directed Zhou Wu to push the tricycle, and bought a roasted sweet potato by the way, asking questions while eating.

"perhaps……"

"If you don't bring it with you in life, you won't take it with you in death. What's exclusive is not exclusive."

"I think." Zhou Wu seemed to want to prove something, "I believe there are many ways in the world, but for me who have nothing, learning is the fastest and most effective way."

Helpless, Zhou Wu could only make money by doing part-time jobs, but after high school, his classes were intense and he had to be in school from 6:30 in the morning to 9:30 in the evening. After 9:30 in the evening, Zhou Wu could not go home, but this

It doesn't mean the end.

【...Okay!】

I learned from the boy that the Qingjun boy's name was Zhou Wu, a student who was still in high school. He had a father who was a gambler and a sister who was still in high school. His mother went out to work, but there had been no news for seven or eight years.

, probably abandoning the past and starting a new life.

"Then...Boss, will you accept a disciple?"

I even lost the original cost today.

Mingsui threw away the red wine bottle in his hand, leaned into the seat, and said lazily, "My heart is okay for the time being. But, Song Lin, I can't die yet."

"You really want to make money?"

The sky was dark, and the thick splash of ink rendered the entire sky. The coldness of winter pressed the slowdown button on the world.

Qi Yuan felt a little regretful that the clear soup noodles could not reach her level.

Hot air rushed to my heart.

Qi Yuan had a hard face, leaning against the street lamp pole with her chest folded, staring at the motionless tricycle in front of her, deeply suspecting that she was stuck in the unlucky bug.

The young man only glanced at it and said, "Clear soup noodles, thank you."

Qi Yuan raised her eyes and looked over. She saw a child who was full of lies and wanted to show off his misery to gain sympathy. He would never be a kind person in the future. She had no interest in raising a tiger to make trouble.

"What else could be the reason? I don't want a loan." Zhou Wu lowered his head, his voice still trembling, "I don't want people around me to look down on me."

"Oh." Qi Yuan took the tricycle and looked at Zhou Wu's astonished eyes. Her voice was emotionless, "I look down on you now."

The responsible brother also lost the opportunity to climb the ladder when he pushed out his kindness.

Zhou Wu no longer followed Qi Yuan. The frail young man stood under the streetlight. The place where the light hit was directly in front of him, and he was in the shadow of the light, only one step away from the light.