I don't know why, but Han Haoyue, who had always gone his own way, suddenly became more realistic at this moment, and suddenly thought about the relationship between his boss and his subordinates.

Suddenly I felt that as a person who works for others, I cannot disobey my boss or be dissatisfied with my boss.

Perhaps, Haoyue was driven to a knot in her brain by the unchanging and boring life in ancient times.

"Do you really think so?" Hua Fengchen, who did not go into the meaning of Haoyue's words, continued to ask.

"Yeah." You can't lose your job, you have to make money, and you have to endure your anger.

"That's good." Hua Fengchen, who completely misunderstood Haoyue's meaning, thought that Haoyue had really forgiven Yang Qianzhan, so he said.

"Okay." Haoyue said excitedly, holding up the darkened piece of sleeve. Let the unhappy topics go away. The happy things are the most important now.

"What is that?" Hua Fengchen looked at the dark thing in Haoyue's hand and asked in confusion.

Is this the legendary carbon pen? Is this what it looks like?

Hua Fengchen didn't know why, but he, who was always generous, suddenly felt sorry for that piece of clothing. It was really pitiful for him to be in such a bad state.

Haoyue's answer did not disappoint Hua Fengchen, "Charcoal pen!" Haoyue, who was feeling proud and excited at this time, naturally did not understand the meaning of Hua Fengchen's question. He was still happy to himself.

Hua Fengchen was completely speechless. He guessed it right, that Yun brocade dress, I feel sorry for you.

"Try it." Haoyue said excitedly, then pulled out a piece of paper and started writing. Looking at the few black marks on the paper and his name in simplified Chinese, Haoyue couldn't be more proud. Simplified Chinese, long time no see.

Old friend.

"It's not bad, just a little soft." The proud Haoyue was naturally willing to express her joy and share it with the people around her. Although there were only two people in the room including her.

"Really?" Hua Fengchen said this in Haoyue's ear.

Of course, it goes without saying that Haoyue was startled again. Haoyue suddenly heard his voice coming so close to her, so she turned around in surprise and saw him standing behind her, his dirty black hands again.

He touched his chest.

"Well, it's not bad. But, what does this word mean?" Hua Fengchen was curious about how useful this writing is. So he got up and came to look at the words written by Haoyue. However, it can be seen that the writing is good, but the words are

I don’t know myself.

Haoyue patted the little heart, soothing it to resume beating at a normal frequency.

"I asked you, can you please stop being so sudden and scary! Do you know that scaring people can scare them to death? What should I do if I'm scared to death by you? Even if I'm not scared to death, my little heart can't stand it.

..." Even Haoyue, who was frightened twice by the same person, couldn't help but scolded her.

Hua Fengchen looked at Haoyue's small mouth, curious. "Do you usually like to eat beans?"

"It's okay. Why, don't you like to eat? Young men like you are just picky eaters. It's not good to be picky..." Haoyue, who was successfully changed the subject, was still talking.

.

"No wonder, you talk like a jumping bean. You should eat less beans." Hua Fengchen looked away and looked at the black 'pen' instead.

"What jumping bean? You," Haoyue said and suddenly realized that something was wrong.

"What are you talking about? What a jumping bean! How can you hurt others..." Haoyue's quarrel alone was successfully escalated because of Hua Fengchen's words.

"If not, why are you so eloquent when we first met, and now?" Hua Fengchen reached out and took out the charcoal pen from Haoyue's hand, and said nonchalantly.

"I," Haoyue was successfully choked by Hua Fengchen's gentle words. Yes, in the 6 years since he was born, the only two times he used 'Shuo Gong' seemed to be correct.

With this person.

After Hua Fengchen used the charcoal pen to write on the paper for a moment, he nodded slightly. "It is indeed much easier to write than a brush. However, this pen is too soft."

"Yes, yes. Charcoal pens are easy to use. The writing brush is too troublesome!" Haoyue heard the voice of approval, raised her head and immediately responded without humility. I made this charcoal pen! It's not at all

I noticed that the topic had been changed again. In other words, it was not that I was being changed, but that I had successfully digressed again.

"Yeah." Hua Fengchen put down the charcoal pen in his hand and looked at the black ash in his hand. He turned around and opened the door and asked the waiter to bring two basins of water.

Hua Fengchen, who loves to wear white clothes, is really not used to having any part of his body wear a corresponding color for a long time.

"This charcoal pen is easy to use, but it is too difficult to use. However, with it, at least I can do some calculations in my accounts. After I finish calculating these accounts, I will think about whether there are any ways to improve it.

..." Haoyue, who suddenly poured out the bitter water, didn't even notice the basin that had been placed in front of him.

"Wash your hands, it's getting dark soon." Hua Fengchen, who had already laid back on the recliner, picked up a book next to him and lightly interrupted Haoyue's nagging.

"Ah?" Haoyue heard the sound and looked out the window stupidly, seeing that the sky was getting dark indeed. The moon had already climbed up, just waiting for the sky to be completely dark so that it could shine its light.

"It's over, it's over, it's so late again." Haoyue glanced helplessly at the neatly arranged stacks of ledgers, and realized that today was no longer counted.

He put his two hands into the basin that was in front of him at some point, washed them, and dried them. He picked up his schoolbag and rushed out of the door without even saying hello.

When he got outside the door, he remembered that he had forgotten to say goodbye to Hua Fengchen. He opened the door again, stretched out his little head, and said quickly, "Shopkeeper Hua, see you tomorrow." With another "bang", he quickly closed the door.

Door. Call Shen Chen and Shen Hu to go home quickly.

Hua Fengchen stretched out a hand and slowly imitated Haoyue's gesture, touching his chest.

Just now, I thought she had left, but she didn't expect her to open the door suddenly again. Just now, my chest seemed to be beating violently.

It turns out that being scary is really bad.

"Fengchen." As usual, Yang Qianzhan opened the door and entered Hua Fengchen's room after Haoyue left.

Seeing Hua Fengchen holding a book in one hand and touching his chest with the other, he thought he had chest pain. He immediately walked to him quickly, gently pressed his shoulder, and asked worriedly, "What's wrong with you? Does your chest hurt?"

?I’ll call for a doctor right now.”

"I'm fine." Hua Fengchen put down his hand and looked at his friend.

Seeing him frowning and looking at me worriedly, I felt moved in my heart.

Since childhood, all my emotions have come from this good friend.

"Are you really okay?" Yang Qianzhan continued to ask worriedly.
Chapter completed!