Rich old man said he likes me

Chapter 17

"Yes, I belong to the Zhou family." Zhou Geng said and walked over.

Teacher Wang asked him to stretch out his hand, looked at his hand, and asked him to turn around again.

Zhou Geng glanced at Song Jingheng suspiciously, Song Jingheng's face was indifferent, and his eyes gave him an honest and obedient look.

"It's not bad, he's straight." Teacher Wang reluctantly nodded.

Zhou Gengxin said that I am still straight, and I could be a mosquito coil if I am bent.

"Little child, I have suffered a lot, and I have no temper." Song Jingheng poured tea for Teacher Wang.

"Well, it would be great if you would be my student, and I'll give you money instead." Teacher Wang looked at Song Jingheng and said.

"I think so too, it's just that I'm a little older." Song Jing smiled to himself, and the people next to him looked at Song Jingheng, and they all took a look at Zhou Geng.

Zhou Geng didn't even know why he was here, but with Song Jingheng around, he wasn't nervous.

"Let's all sit down. We are invited to dinner by rich people today. Let's all eat something good and expensive." Teacher Wang greeted people to eat. I didn't pay much attention to Song Jingheng and the two.

Zhou Geng was inexplicably uncomfortable, but Song Jingheng next to him didn't care. He gave Zhou Geng two chopsticks dishes and asked Zhou Geng to taste.

"The fish here is delicious." Song Jingheng said in a low voice.

"What did you do?" Zhou Geng asked with a smile.

Song Jingheng watched Zhou Geng deliberately molesting him, and shook his head helplessly.

"Hello, my name is Yuan Mingxiang." The boy singing next to him seemed to muster up his courage, and finally spoke to Zhou Geng.

"Well, hello, my name is Zhou Geng." Zhou Geng nodded, but he didn't care.

"You...you..." Yuan Mingxiang tried to chat, but failed in the end. He lowered his head in embarrassment for a while, and then stopped talking.

Song Jingheng saw it, and said with a smile: "You are Mr. Wang's new student, right? I heard that you sing very well."

"No, I sang nonsense." Yuan Mingxiang shook his head quickly.

"It's very nice. You sang it just now, right?" Zhou Geng took over the words and said.

Yuan Mingxiang nodded, he looked at Song Jingheng and then at Zhou Geng, smiled and stopped talking.

Zhou Geng exchanged glances with Song Jingheng suspiciously, thinking that there must be something wrong with this person.

Song Jingheng shook his head, signaling him to continue chatting with Yuan Mingxiang.

Zhou Geng chatted with Yuan Mingxiang in embarrassment, and when he came out after eating, Song Jingheng slowly told Zhou Geng that Yuan Mingxiang would become the king of singers in the future.

"Him? He still blushes and stutters when talking to people, and even sings on stage?" Zhou Geng said in shock.

"There are people like this who are shy in private, but they are more devoted when they are on stage." Song Jingheng asked Zhou Geng to get in the car first, and he went to pay again, and then talked to the teacher Wang.

"It's settled, you go to Teacher Wang's class and get 3000 million in the first year." Song Jingheng said with a sigh.

"3000 million? Why don't you grab it?!" Zhou Geng exclaimed.

"It's good if you don't ask to donate the building. Do you think anyone can be his student?" Song Jingheng glanced at Zhou Geng.

Zhou Geng hastily checked the profile of Mr. Wang. He is indeed a great person, and the students he teaches are better than each other, and his school is not bad.

"3000 million, it's still a bit expensive, I'm going to learn calligraphy and painting appreciation." Zhou Geng muttered.

"Ms. Wang doesn't teach you. There is a special calligraphy and painting teacher who teaches you. He just chats with you and gives you pointers." Song Jingheng saw that Zhou Geng couldn't accept it, and said again.

Zhou Geng glanced at Song Jingheng and said, "Okay, I'll do it."

"Are you willing?" Song Jingheng looked at Zhou Geng and asked.

"My mother just gave me 5000 million, and I got 3000 million in one go. My flesh hurts." Zhou Geng said helplessly.

"This is still money for you Mr. Zhou? Wait for a few more years, and you might not blink for 3000 million eyes." Song Jingheng looked at Zhou Geng and said.

Zhou Geng shook his head and said, "I still think it's unrealistic, just like me now? I think it's amazing that I can earn millions."

Song Jingheng laughed and said, "That's okay, my brother will support you."

"Really?" Song Jingheng looked sideways at Song Jingheng and asked.

Song Jingheng nodded, and then his ears turned red, and he said immediately: "Don't worry, you are very business-minded, you can do business and make money wherever you go, and you don't need me to support you."

"No, you have to raise it if you say so." Zhou Geng said deliberately.

Song Jingheng glanced at Zhou Geng quickly, and he nodded silently.

"Where are we going? We're not full, let's find a place to eat." Zhou Geng looked around and asked.

"Well, go back and make it for you to eat." Song Jingheng said and took Zhou Geng to a quiet neighborhood. After entering, he went to buy vegetables first, and the two of them carried big bags and small bags to a small courtyard of a single building .

"Brother Song is back?" In the yard, a young girl was pushing an old man to bask in the sun.

"Well, grandpa is in a good mood today, come out to bask in the sun." Song Jingheng said with a smile.

The old man glanced at Song Jingheng, then pointed at Zhou Geng.

"Oh, him, do you remember Zhou Linjia? Her son." Song Jingheng's voice was louder, and the old man glanced at Zhou Geng in surprise.

"Stand in front, my grandpa's eyes are not very good." Song Jingheng said, Zhou Geng bent down to show Grandpa Song Jingheng for a while.

"Ugly." Grandpa Song Jingheng said after a while.

Zhou Geng was embarrassed and said, "Well, she doesn't look like my mother."

"Grandpa, what are you talking about, Zhou Geng is ugly." Song Jingheng said with a speechless smile.

"You're handsome, grandpa, don't always take Brother Song as your standard." The young girl glanced at Zhou Geng with a smile and said, "In Grandpa's heart, only Brother Song is handsome, don't mind."

"It's okay, I also think Song Jingheng is handsome." Zhou Geng wouldn't mind this.

Song Jingheng heard Zhou Geng boasting himself, and said quickly: "You are more handsome than me."

Zhou Geng smiled, and when he was about to leave, Song Jingheng's grandfather stretched out his hand, as if he had something to say.

"Grandpa, what do you want to say?" The young girl leaned over and listened for a while, then looked at Song Jingheng and the two in astonishment and said, "Grandpa said that you two have a seniority."

"Oh?" Zhou Geng became curious.

"No? Our two families are not married." Song Jingheng panicked and said hastily.

Song Jingheng's grandfather shook his head and said something quickly.

"Oh, grandpa said that according to seniority, Brother Song should call Ms. Zhou Linjia Auntie, that is, Mr. Zhou..." The girl got stuck.

"Uncle!" Zhou Geng answered excitedly.

"It doesn't count, it's nothing." Song Jingheng immediately walked inside without a word.

Zhou Geng followed Song Jingheng with a smile and carried his things. When he entered, he saw that it was a small two-story building. It was clean and elegant, and there were special people cooking in the kitchen.

"I'll cook a few dishes, and you can cook them later." Song Jingheng invited the chef out first, and then got busy.

Zhou Geng looked at Song Jingheng like this, and said with a smile: "Nephew, tell me the truth, did you learn this cooking skill secretly by yourself, or did I force you to learn it?"

"Of course I learned it because you insisted on me." Song Jingheng gave Zhou Geng a blank look, and said, "Don't make noise with my grandpa, what nephew and uncle, just yell."

"What's the matter, it's not like you haven't called out the more messy ones before." Zhou Geng muttered.

"You...you go first, don't let me cut your hands, go to my room, find some snacks to eat." Song Jingheng said, throwing the key to Zhou Geng, and let him go to the second floor.

Zhou Geng opened the door and went to the second floor, and saw Song Jingheng's bedroom. Although it was smaller inside, it was tidied up very comfortably.

Or it could be said that Zhou Geng felt very stable and comfortable because of the traces and breath of Song Jingheng.

"Didi." As soon as Zhou Geng sat down, Han Tingfei sent a message, asking if Zhou Geng had eaten?What to eat.

Zhou Geng told him that at Song Jingheng's place, Song Jingheng cooked food for him.

"He's not good at craftsmanship." Han Tingfei said while taking a photo and sending it over.

"Do so much? Why are there ladies' slippers next to you? Are you living in a girl's house?" Zhou Gengsao was so fast that Han Tingfei hurriedly withdrew the photo in fright.

"Why guilty? Didn't you just find a girlfriend?" Zhou Geng said speechlessly.

Han Tingfei immediately explained that it was not, and said a lot.

"No, no, I'll just ask." Zhou Geng didn't care about this.

"Well, eat well, and I'll go find you in a few days." Han Tingfei stopped talking after finishing speaking.

Zhou Geng put down his phone and saw the photo album on the side. He glanced at it twice, but it was hard to flip through Song Jingheng's things.

"Dong dong dong."

Someone knocked on the door, Zhou Geng hummed, and saw that it was Song Jingheng who came in.

"Your own room, knock on the ass." Zhou Geng said speechlessly.

"Didn't I respect you? What if you are inside...what are you doing?" Song Jingheng was wearing soft clothes with rolled up sleeves and an apron. It felt...too homely.

"Without you, what can I do." Zhou Geng said, and walked towards Song Jingheng.

"No, I'm still busy." Song Jingheng backed away in fright.

"Come here." Zhou Geng shouted deliberately.

Song Jingheng looked around and walked over quietly.

The wind outside blew up, knocking on the window continuously, and then whirled and drifted away after a while.

"Why are you blushing?" Zhou Geng asked with a smile.

"It's nothing, do you eat snacks?" Song Jingheng said as he opened a small cabinet, which was full of snacks.

"Why do you buy so many snacks?" Zhou Geng asked in surprise.

"I bought it for you, I don't like to eat these." Song Jingheng said with a smile.

"Hey, wait for me to come to the door." Zhou Geng walked over with a smile.

Song Jingheng was forced to eat two bites of snacks, and only said that he was going to see the pot before he ran away.

Zhou Geng fed himself a candy, and stayed in the room for a while before going down to eat.