Lei Feng System

The golden morning light penetrated into the gap between the curtains and shone on the two tightly entangled naked bodies. The bronze and snow white formed a strong visual difference, and the picture was very beautiful and beautiful.

[The host should get up, it's half past seven now. ] 9527 Cough twice. Why install a privacy protection program? He really wanted to watch the scene, look at the clothes littered all over the floor, the carpets and sheets covered with fine spots, and the host's body with countless red marks. The battle must have been fierce last night!

Han Zhuoyu woke up leisurely and raised his hand to block the too dazzling sunlight. An electric shock came from his back acupuncture point, making him suddenly sit up from the bed.

‘9527 What are you doing! The over-indulgent teenager gently rubbed his painful temple.

[I'm treating you. ] 9527 I was so wronged.

Han Zhuoyu moved, only to find that the soreness in the waist and the swelling and pain in the back acupuncture points had disappeared, and he was extremely energetic.

"What's wrong, baby? Uncomfortable?" Thunder also woke up and sat up nervously.

"No discomfort." Han Zhuoyu waved his hand, pulled the quilt to cover his body, and caught a glimpse of the man's crotch where he was very energetic early in the morning, his ears were red, and he buried his head in the pillow.

"Let me see." Lei Ting had prepared anti-inflammatory ointment long ago, and pulled the quilt apart and broke the boy's buttocks. The swelling had gone down there, but there was still some redness, and it looked very gorgeous. The feeling of ecstasy and bone loss poured into my mind last night, and the swollen clone was about to move.

Hearing the man's heavier breathing, Han Zhuoyu wrapped himself in the quilt in panic, and said in a dull voice, "Didn't you say you should pick up Xiaochen in the morning? I can't do it anymore." Otherwise, the day will pass!

"Okay." Lei Ting sighed and rubbed the boy's head through the quilt. "Get up and wash, let's go to the old house for breakfast."

After washing, I kissed each other for more than ten minutes. They ate the toothpaste in each other’s mouths. When they went downstairs to pick up the car, they hooked themselves in the car until they almost wiped their guns. They separated and drove towards the old house. go with.

"I look normal, don't I?" Han Zhuoyu adjusted his collar in the rearview mirror to make sure that no traces were revealed when he reached his destination.

"It's normal, and a little more handsome than yesterday." Lei Ting smiled, rubbing the boy's slightly red and swollen lips with his fingers, his mouth was thirsty and unbearable. The body has been combined, but the enthusiasm that is suppressed in my heart has not diminished at all, but has a tendency to start a prairie fire. He thinks that he has been completely planted in the hands of a young man in his entire life, and he doesn't need anyone to save him.

Quickly pecked and kissed the boy's lips, looking at his little red cheeks, Lei Ting's eyes radiated joy.

As soon as I crossed the entry barrier, I heard Guo Yinghe's coaxing voice from the restaurant, "Baby eat a little more, this steamed egg is delicious, there is meat underneath, you see."

Lei Chen shook his head left and right, his small appearance was very cold.

"Don't eat?" Lei Ting walked into the restaurant with a sullen expression.

"Brother Xiaoyu!" Lei Chen's eyes were bright, he jumped out of the high chair, and threw himself into the arms of the young man like a small cannonball. Thunder quickly reached out his arm around the boy's waist to prevent him from standing unsteadily.

The boy picked up the child, and the little pear vortex on his cheek was looming.

"Brother Xiaoyu, Brother Xiaoyu, Brother Xiaoyu..." Lei Chen yelled and kissed the young man, smearing his saliva all over his face.

"Lean." Han Zhuoyu weighed the weight in his hand, frowning lightly.

"Isn't it, he wouldn't eat if you weren't home. Thank goodness you finally came back!" Guo Yinghe said helplessly at the mess on the dining table. Egg custard, rice grains, meat and vegetables fell all over the table, as if being swept over by a pig.

"You are not good!" Han Zhuoyu patted the child on the head.

"I'm good! I eat! Hello!" Lei Chen hugged Brother Xiaoyu's neck with nostalgia.

"Prepare another breakfast, let's eat with him." Lei Ting said to his mother.

"Okay, wait a moment." Guo Yinghe said after hesitating for a while after calling the nanny to clean up the table, "I think I should let Xiaoyu go to school? Otherwise, what will Xiaochen do in the future? You see that his jaw is sharp." The grandson said to the boy. Nostalgia shocked her, but if someone could let her grandson out of the self-enclosed world, the shock would be transformed into rejoicing.

"Well, I will help Xiaoyu go through the formalities tomorrow." This suggestion hit Thunder's arms. At night without a boy snuggled in his arms, he could hardly fall asleep.

"Don't retreat the bed. I will take a nap at school at noon." Han Zhuoyu said while kneading the child's much thinner cheeks.

"Okay. Breakfast is here, eat quickly." Seeing the babysitter come in with the tray, Thunder stood up and took a bowl of hot porridge and placed it in front of the boy. I heard that the bearer will have to eat liquid food the next day, but his technique is very good and he didn't hurt his wife, so he should be able to eat something good, right? Thinking about this, he picked a dish of steamed buns, a dish of siu-mai, and a basket of steamed dumplings.

"Eat." Han Zhuoyu picked up a bun and stuffed it into Lei Chen's mouth.

Lei Chen took a big bite, and tears of happiness almost fell. The food that Xiaoyu's brother feeds into his mouth is the best, it tastes like a mother!

Han Zhuoyu also took a bite of the steamed bun, swallowed it with the porridge and water, and fed a spoonful to the child in his arms. One big and one small, you eat breakfast one bite at a time, the warmth and tenderness flow in the air.

Guo Yinghe's eyes were full of smiles.

Thunder grinds his molars. At the age of five, she still lays in her wife's arms, and she has to feed her when she eats. It's too bad!

After the official start of the class, the dormitory is still in accordance with the original military training arrangements. Several teenagers have selected clinical medicine majors, and all have plans to apply for the undergraduate, master, doctorate, and doctoral courses. They usually get along well, of course, this must eliminate the yin and yang. Zhang Wei.

"Han Zhuoyu, this is the bursary application form for this year. You can help me send it to the students in need. There is still something in the student union, I have to go." Guo Shangru served as the monitor of the fourth clinical class and successfully ran for deputy head of the organization department. busy.

Han Zhuoyu stared at the stack of forms on the table blankly, got up after a moment, wrote a notice in the corner of the blackboard-[Students who need financial aid, please come to Han Zhuoyu to get the application form], and then read the book by himself. One month later, it was the exam for the undergraduate, master, doctorate, and Ph.D classes. He promised Grandpa Qu that he would get the best grades.

There are still five minutes to go to class. The students in Class 4 had already gotten acquainted during the military training. They got together to chat in twos and threes, but no one went to get the application form.

The three help signals trembled in his mind, and Han Zhuoyu raised his eyes and looked at the source of the voice: He obviously needs a scholarship, why didn't he act?

Seeing that class was about to start, a boy came over and said shyly, "Hello Han Zhuoyu, this is Wu Linyi, can I see the application form?"

This was the student with the strongest signal for help, and Han Zhuoyu moved the form to him.

Wu Linyi carefully scanned the first few lines of text, and finally returned the form, looking dim.

"Why didn't you fill in?" Didi's help signal became stronger and Han Zhuoyu couldn't ignore it.

"This requires students to be registered as rural residents, I am not. Thank you very much." Wu Linyi shook his head and smiled bitterly. He also intends to apply for the continuous course of undergraduate, master, doctor and doctoral studies. There is no way out for him to study medicine without a doctoral degree. But after paying more than 10,000 tuition fees, his family can no longer afford his living expenses. He has to go to work outside. Time to prepare for the exam? The double pressures of life and school made him breathless.

Han Zhuoyu retracted the form silently.

Hearing the conversation between the two, another girl blushing and asking for a form, carefully wrote down her message, and softly thanked it when she returned it.

[Ding~ Received Miao Xiangxiang's 5 points of gratitude! 】

[Ding~ Received 5 points of appreciation from Wu Linyi! 】

Han Zhuoyu felt that he didn't help the other party, and he was ashamed of receiving these 10 points of gratitude.

There was also a long-lasting signal for help. Han Zhuoyu took out a form and handed it to Zhang Wei who was sitting behind him.

"What do you mean?" Zhang Wei clenched a fist, humiliation and anger implied in the depths of his eyes. Yes, his family is indeed very poor and needs this scholarship, but he is unwilling to expose his poverty to broad daylight. Meeting others' eyes of sympathy or contempt, his heart pierced like a needle.

Does Han Zhuoyu want to trample on his dignity in this way?

"Isn't your family in a rural area? I heard your dad owed a lot of debts to support your studies. Although it is less than 380 yuan a month, it should be enough to eat. Can it help your parents alleviate a lot of burdens?" Sitting beside Han Zhuoyu Gao Xiaopang said with a smile without a smile. Poverty is not a shame. It is the real shame to conceal one's poverty for the sake of that vanity.

"What nonsense are you talking about?" Zhang Wei's pale cheeks were flushed with anger, and he squeezed a word from his teeth, "My family is very good. You don't need to be nosy!"

"OK, it's our nostalgia." Gao Xiaopang raised his hand in a surrender gesture, his squinted eyes filled with contemptuous smiles.

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He is helpless now.

After lunch, Han Zhuoyu put the form on Guo Shangru's desk and curled his eyebrows in thought.

[Host, how about setting up a Han's bursary? This can help more people like Wu Linyi. ] 9527 suddenly speaks.

‘I’m telling you, I’m also considering this. Han Zhuoyu stopped hesitating and went to the balcony to call Shao Yichen.

"Shao Han, I'm already ready." Shao Yichen smiled on the other side of the phone. Knowing that every cent and every cent of his hard work is used to buy happiness and hope, he dare not relax in the slightest. It's the same job. I used to feel tired, but now I am fighting spirit.

But after all, he is a businessman, Han Shao can ignore the gains and losses and the cost, but he can't ignore it. Dr. Tingqu said that the most authoritative doctoral supervisor of the Imperial University is Song Liancheng, and his main research direction is genetic engineering, which is very suitable for Han Shao to enroll. He had to say hello to the school and settle Song Liancheng. In addition, it should be a good idea to set up a private laboratory for Han Shao in the Imperial University.

At this time, Shao Yichen was wholeheartedly seeking benefits for the BOSS, but he didn't know that he had done bad things with good intentions.