Fast time travel cannon fodder: the villain boss is forced to resign

"Puff~cough cough——"

Song Lin hurriedly put down the next bowl, rummaged through the drinkables in the car, and finally drank it down with the small teapot.

Ming Sui glanced over from the corner of his eye, and his voice became hoarse, "Is it delicious?"

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

Those who go to ride horses like it, these two people definitely have a grudge against each other!

Ming Sui ignored it, played with the red wine bottle in his hand, half closed his eyes, not knowing what he was thinking.

"By the way, you've been drinking, and your heart... is alright?" Song Lin frowned deeply, looking at Ming Sui, but didn't find any clues, but Ming Sui never liked to show it, so he couldn't tell if Ming Sui was fine.

Ming Sui raised his eyebrows lazily, and turned his eyes leisurely to Song Lin, with a dreamy look on his face, looking over carefully, his eyes like ink were a little hazy.

Song Lin paused, is this bastard drunk?Do you want to take the opportunity to kill him?

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

Ming Sui threw away the red wine bottle in his hand, nestled in the seat, and lazily said, "My heart is fine for now. But, Song Lin, I can't die yet."

Song Lin: "..."

Is this horse drunk?

Seeing Ming Sui half-drunk and half-awake, Song Lin put down the gun in a little disappointment, played with the small teapot, and continued to test Ming Sui.

"Why can't you die?"

"perhaps……"

Song Lin stared at Ming Sui closely, thinking that he might be able to get some tricks out of Ming Sui, or that Ming Sui would reveal his weaknesses and weaknesses. At that time, Ningcheng would no longer be divided into two parts of the world, but his Song family would monopolize it.

Ming Sui said slowly, "My heart hasn't come back yet, and what's more, her cooking is terrible."

Song Lin rubbed his forehead, and leaned back on the seat with all his strength, "Ming Sui, drink less alcohol in the future, and don't always watch brain-dead dramas secretly."

Ming Sui lowered his head, the dim light cast a shadow, and he couldn't see his expression clearly.

Song Lin seemed to have thought of something, took out his phone, and smiled badly, "Come on, Mingsui, look at the camera and repeat what you just said."

Song Lin pursed his lips, and his rippling smile deepened. With such black information, Ming Sui had to send it back to him in whatever way he robbed the market in the north.

The sky is dark, the thick splashed ink paints the whole sky, and the cold winter has pressed the speed button for the world.

[Host, don't question it, the battery is dead, you can only push it back. 】

Qi Yuan's small face was stiff, and he leaned against the lamppost with his chest around his chest, staring at the motionless tricycle in front of him, deeply suspecting that he was stuck with an unlucky bug.

"Boss? Do you still have noodles?"

A young man in thin clothes rubbed his hands, let out a breath, glanced at the ingredients on the tricycle, and asked politely.

"Yes." Qi Yuan put down his hands, walked up to Xiaosanlun, and took out an exquisitely crafted menu, "Which one do you want to eat?"

The boy only glanced at it, "Thank you for the noodles in clear soup."

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

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

"Boss, are you making money doing this?"

Qi Yuan took out his phone, set an alarm clock for 10 minutes, and threw the noodles into the pot, "No money."

Lost money today.

"The boss is joking, no one will do business that doesn't make money, right?" Qing Juan smiled, "Boss, is this business a big investment?"

"Not much."

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

"Then...boss, do you accept disciples?"

【What?crazy? 】

Only then did Qi Yuan look at the young man seriously, with a good appearance and a clear demeanor, "Do you want to learn?"

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

"That……"

[Host, the exclusive technology will not be passed on. 】

The host never ate the food she cooked, she said she was not used to it.Throwing it to others to eat, others say it is not bad based on friendship, the host thinks that the food he cooks is very suitable for people's taste...

"If you don't bring it with you, if you don't take it with you, what is exclusive or not."

【... All right! 】

From the boy's mouth, I learned that the Qingjuan boy's name is Zhou Wu. He is a student who is still in high school. There is a gambler father and a younger sister who is still in high school. His mother goes out to work, but she has not heard from him for seven or eight years. , It is estimated that he abandoned the past and started a new life.

There are three people in Zhou's family. Due to the popularization of compulsory education, there is no pressure on tuition and miscellaneous fees. They only need food, clothing, housing and transportation, and there are indispensable expenses everywhere.

Helpless, Zhou Wu can only earn money by doing odd jobs, but after high school, the schoolwork is intense, and he has to be in school from 06:30 in the morning to 09:30 in the evening. After 09:30 in the evening, Zhou Wu can go home, but this doesn't mean it's over.

After returning home, Zhou Wu had to finish homework after class and study the real exam questions for the college entrance examination.

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

"You really want to make money?"

Qi Yuan directed Zhou Wu to push Xiaosanlun, bought a baked sweet potato by the way, and asked questions while eating.

"Yes." Zhou Wu's voice was a little trembling, and his thin clothes could not allow him to finish his sentence smoothly.

"Want to go to school?"

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

"My grades are okay, but I'm not smart. I have to study the questions until late every day. Sometimes it's twelve o'clock, and I have to sort out the wrong questions. The alarm clock at 05:30 in the morning is also very noisy, but I don't study. will be left behind."

"When I am admitted to university, my younger sister will also be in her third year of high school. Our tuition and living expenses are all problems. I know how much I am. My grades are good, but it is nothing to be placed in the province. I can't meet the tuition reduction or exemption. condition."

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

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

Stupid people don't treat people badly.

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

very hot.

It was so hot that it rushed to the heart.

Qi Yuan glanced at Zhou Wu, lightly pinched his fingers, and opened his lips, "No disciples."

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

Qi Yuan glanced over, Zhou Wu's expression remained unchanged, his pretended relaxed appearance was very blunt, but it could be seen that there was a bit of care in his eyes.

"Kids should study hard, and college students can get loans and do odd jobs, so why do you need to make money?"

Qi Yuan raised her eyes and looked over, a child who is full of lies and wants to show sympathy, will definitely not be a kind person in the future, she has no interest in raising tigers.

"Why else? I don't want to take out 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 over Xiaosanlun, facing Zhou Wu's astonished gaze, her voice showed no emotion, "I'm looking down on you right now."

When the responsible brother pushed out his goodwill, he also lost the opportunity to climb the ladder.

Zhou Wu didn't follow Qi Yuan anymore, the frail young man stood under the street lamp, the place where the light fell was directly in front of him, and he was in the shadow of the light, only one step away from the light.