My Husband With Scholar Syndrome

Extra 4 (MTL)

Yifeng Group Chairman Bai Guoyu suddenly realized a problem recently, that is his eldest son, the group general manager, it seems, as if, it has been seven or eight years without Take a vacation.
No wonder you are single!
As if finally found Chairman Bai, where his son is single, at a shareholder meeting, he forced his son to take a big vacation for three months.
This move led to a common guess from the management of Yifeng Group from the management to the cleaning aunt: Is it possible that the second child's condition has improved, so the big boss should take the rights of the younger and decentralize?
It's so unconscience, how big and young is good to the second young these years, how can the second young get better and treat his brother like this?
As soon as this message came out, the comrades in the R & D department were immediately unhappy, but as a program ape who only knew how to research and develop, they would gossip in black forums, and if they were fighting, it would definitely be unmatched. However, my colleagues in the R & D department, who have been working with Shirakawa for many years, do not think that their second child will be this kind of person. So Astro quietly ran to ask Xiaochuan: "Second younger, do you know the general manager was suddenly on vacation?"
"I know." He heard Li Rong speak at the dinner table when he went home last weekend.
"Then you know, why is the general manager being taken off?" Astro Boy made the accent intentionally accentuated.
"Because the brother is single." Xiaochuan accurately summarized the theme of the dinner that day.
"... So, the chairman is forcing a marriage?" A Tongmu was shocked.
"Um." Xiaochuan nodded.
The people who got the answer were inexplicably comfortable, not because their second and youngest members did not grab the status of the younger ones, but what about successful people like him who would be forced to marry? !
Really want to laugh three times, and yell again, who is God ’s reincarnation?
However, the whitewashing still had to be done. My colleagues in the R & D department immediately launched various internal invasions and forwarded the news that the general manager went out to find his wife. So the general manager who thought he was falling out of favor immediately changed the group signature: after three months, he would return with his wife.
A big battle within the Yifeng Group, Bai Ye didn't know at all, since he didn't have to go to work, he would take a good rest. Every day I read books at home, run, and fight for Lego or something.
In the first week, Li Rong hinted: "Why don't you ask a few friends to go out and play?"
"Everyone else is at work, how can I be so free." Bai Yan was unmoved.
The second week, Li Rong instructed his grandson: "Go and let your uncle give you a sister."
"Uncle, give me ... give me ... sister ..." The little baby who just learned to speak, stuttered, but the meaning was very clear.
"The child who helps people to talk is not tall." Bai Yan teased his nephew with cotton candy.
"No ... don't pass." From then on, Xiaomawa never helped anyone to pass on a message.
In the third week, Li Rong started a tea party at home. Every day, family ladies came to visit the flower room in the courtyard.
He is not helpless to get the celebrities, but it is more troublesome, so after weighing the pros and cons, Bai Zheng ordered a ticket to go out.
After knowing that his son was finally going out, Li Rong was so excited: "You go to country M, are you going to school?"
Every year, Bai ’s graduated school invites him to attend the celebration, but it seems that Bai ’s never visited it.
"No."
"Then you are going to meet a friend?" It ’s okay to meet a friend. Bai Zhenh has read a book there for four years. There must be a lot of classmates or friends who know this friend. what.
"No." Bai Zhengwas too clear about what her mother wanted to ask, so in order to prevent her from further investigation, he said directly, "The house is not allowed in the house, I will change to a hotel house."
"You ..." Li Rong was mad at eating half a bowl of rice that night, completely disrupting this month's weight loss plan.
On the second day, Bai was carrying his passport and mobile phone. It was light as if he went downstairs to buy a pack of cigarettes and left. When he got off the plane, he suddenly responded.
This country is far behind the country, and mobile phone payment is not popular, not to mention that their service personnel are all required to collect cash for consumption, and I am stuck.
Bai Zheng had no choice but to call his classmate in country M: "I'm at the airport and I forgot my wallet. Can you come and pick me up?"
"I happen to have a meeting today. It will be three in the afternoon when it ends." The classmate said.
At three o'clock, Bai Zheng looked at his watch. There were still two hours. It was better to find a cafe. Bai Zheng quickly found a coffee shop, and when ordering, he found that this coffee shop can only swipe cards and receive cash. Although there are not many people in the coffee shop, it is necessary to make Baizhenh a little bit uninteresting. Sitting in the other shop for two hours, Baizheng cannot sit.
Forget it, just go out and find a place to sit.
"Are you Chinese?" Suddenly, a soft female voice sounded behind Baizheng.
Baizheng turned around and saw a girl with big black-frame glasses. The girl's glasses were very thick and she couldn't see the look in the girl's eyes.
"I am." Baizheng nodded.
"Then I'll buy you coffee," the girl said happily.
"..." Is this being talked about?
If it had been before, Baizheng wouldn't let himself be beaten for a cup of coffee, but he had done a dozen hours of long-distance flights and really didn't want to go around anymore.
After ordering coffee, the two of them sat at the window, which was actually a window, just a glass facing the aisle outside. At the international airport, people walking with various hair colors, and occasionally a few Asian-skinned people showed up and had to look twice.
"Are you waiting for someone?" Baizheng quickly discovered the anomaly.
"Um." The girl nodded, and then continued to look out the window and said nothing.
So silent and shy, I thought that I was being chatted, and decided to look at Bai Wei, who was chatting for a while at this fifty yuan cup of coffee.
"Thank you for your coffee." Baizheng thanked him.
"No ... you're welcome." The girl stuttered as she spoke, her face flushed.
"Why do you want to invite me for coffee?" Baizheng was always accurate when she saw people, and after a while she found that the girl was more restrained and unsociable than he thought.
"Because you want to drink, but don't seem to have any money," the girl replied.
"..." It turned out that he was being helped, "Thank you." Baizheng thanked again.
"You thanked me just now," the girl replied.
Baizheng glanced at the luggage behind the girl, a huge cello package, very striking: "Are you a cellist?"
"Ok."
"Are you going to school in country m?" There is a world-renowned conservatory of music in country m. His mother, Li Rong, graduated from this school.
"Come ... perform."
This answer surprised Baizheng, because the girl didn't look big, and she looked like a student and could already come to the show?
"Did I make you nervous?" Starting from the moment he sat down, the girl's hands kept pulling the corners of her clothes, which was a sign of nervousness and uncomfortableness.
"Sorry ... I have a slight social phobia." The girl hurriedly apologized.
"It doesn't matter." Because of Shirakawa's relationship, Baizheng knew a little about these strange diseases and was very patient. In order not to put more pressure on the girl, he decided to leave first. "When I flew over I forgot to bring my wallet. Can you lend me a few hundred more and I will transfer it to you. "
"Here." The girl hurriedly pulled out a large stack from her wallet, and there were four or five thousand in RMB.
For the first time Baizheng who was smashed with money raised his eyebrows, but looking at the girl's nervous look, Baizheng did not return the extra money, but took out his mobile phone and actively added people's WeChat: "Add a WeChat and the money will be transferred to you."
The girl swiped, and quickly put away the phone. Baizheng didn't stop any more, turned the money on the spot, thanked him again, and turned around.
Instead of actually staying at the hotel, Baizheng lived in a house bought by a friend in the suburbs. The scenery around the house is very good. The past two kilometers driving is a lake for fishing. Friends also have a boat by the lake, which can be used Baiji fishing in the sea.
Baizheng fished for a few days by the lake, not even visiting the city center. Until the weekend, friends asked him to go to a concert. Baizheng originally didn't want to go, but was not good at refuting his friend's face, and finally agreed.
Originally, they had an appointment for lunch at noon, and then went to the concert hall together. But in the middle of the day, the other company had something to do with him, leaving Baizheng alone. He had to eat at the restaurant alone, and when it was time to go to the concert hall, he walked out of the restaurant.
No one knew that he was in fine weather when he went in, and suddenly a heavy rain began to erupt during a meal.
Baizheng went back to borrow an umbrella, and when he came out again, he suddenly saw a sound at the corner. At first Baizheng just felt a little familiar, and when she saw the package next to the girl, which was as tall as her own, she was a little sure.
He opened his umbrella and walked to the girl in the rain, until he could see the thick spectacles and confirmed what he thought.
Under the shadow of a large black shadow, the sound of rain in my ears seemed to be much quieter. Then the anxious girl raised her head: "It's you."
Obviously, the girl still remembers the appearance of Baizheng.
"Where to go, I'll send you." Baizheng smiled.
"I ... I go to the concert hall," the girl replied.
Coincidentally?
"Let's go." Baizheng turned and motioned for the girl to step underneath.
The girl laboriously carried the cello and placed it in the middle of the two to ensure that she would not get rained. However, this action was obviously laborious, and the cello almost fell to the ground without taking two steps.
"I'll come." Baizheng reached out, leaning on the cello's waist, and hugged the cello like a human. "You hold an umbrella." Baizhenghanded the umbrella in her hand to the girl.
The girl took it, but she was too short, and even struggling to put her feet on it, she hit her head several times, let alone the other half of his body was exposed to the rain.
"Your clothes." It wasn't until she reached the entrance of the concert hall that the girl noticed the soggy left half of Baizheng.
"Go, don't want to perform." Bai Ye passed the cello to the girl without a drop of rain.
The girl looked at the time, and indeed it was too late: "Wait ... wait for me to finish the show, thank you again."
"No." Baizheng laughed. "Perform well."
"Well, what ... what's your name?" The girl asked with courage.
"Baizheng," Baizheng replied.
"Brother Baizheng ?!" There was a sudden surprise in the girl's voice.
"You are?" Baizheng frowned, how did he seem to know himself?
"I'm Mo Mo. You always told me stories when you were young."
Momo? The sluice of memory gradually opened, and Bai Zheng looked at the cello at the girl's hand, and suddenly remembered that while Li Rong was still a violinist in the orchestra, he once toured with his mother for a while.
He remembered that the granddaughter conducting the orchestra was called Momo. The little girl had a strong musical talent, but he had hardly seen anything since his childhood. He followed his grandfather touring around and healing everywhere. He saw the little girl as pitiful, and when the band rehearsed, he would tell a story to this unexpectedly quiet girl.
Later, he went to high school, and his mother eventually gave up his musical career and returned to the family because of Bai's relationship. After that, he never saw Momo again.
"The eyes are healed?" Baizheng asked.
"Well, elder brother, you look like this, it looks so good." It was the elder brother who took care of himself when he was a kid, and the little girl suddenly was not nervous at all.
For the first time, Bai Yan, who was praised as good-looking, smiled and pampered: "Go to the show and talk back."
"Well." The girl seemed to remember the performance, hurrying to go holding the cello, and suddenly turned around and dinged again. Said, "Brother Baizheng, wait for me to finish the show, don't go?"
"I came to see you for a show. I didn't go anywhere."
"I will perform well, remember to look at me, I am on the left side of the stage, the first position."
"OK."