Chapter 2 A pot of hot oil

The tuition fee of tens of thousands a year made the boss lady unhappy, and she had a loud quarrel with Zhang Dehao. But surprisingly, Zhang Dehao, who had always been cowardly, insisted on his own opinion on this and insisted on keeping his word. After all, he is the head of the family.

He Saihua argued several times, but still acquiesced.

In this regard, Zhao Haiming was grateful from the bottom of his heart. The living environment made him somewhat mature than his peers. Knowing that the boss and the wife of the boss had done this was already extremely rare. If he asked for anything else, he would be unreasonable.

Although it is very hard for him to knead dough every day, how many children who have nothing don't work hard? Can they go to an aristocratic high school if they work hard? What a joke.

After kneading the dough and setting up the basket, it was almost six o'clock. Zhao Haiming washed his hands and changed his clothes.

The washed white shirt covered his angular muscles, adding a bit of elegance. Zhao Haiming was already handsome, and his figure, which he had trained by kneading dough since he was a child, was even more stylish, and although he

He has a strong body, but he is the kind of person who would scare people to death without clothes and be stunning with clothes on. Adjectives such as "big and thick" have nothing to do with him.

After getting dressed, Zhao Haiming returned to the living room. In the living room, a fifteen or sixteen-year-old girl was drinking milk. When she saw Zhao Haiming, she smiled sweetly: "Brother Xiao Hai, are you tired? Come and have breakfast."

The little girl's voice is like a lark, crisp and sweet, and it is very comfortable to listen to.

If he hadn't watched her grow up, Zhao Haiming himself wouldn't have believed that He Saihua, who was as tall as three mountains and five mountains, could have given birth to such a young girl with all the elegance of the Jiangnan water town.

The little girl's name is Zhang Hailu. She is sixteen years old and has just entered her first year of high school.

Hai Lu has a pair of beautiful eyes that can speak, red lips are delicate and cute, and her black and shiny hair is tied into two lively ponytails. She sways it when she walks, making people feel like spring at a glance.

Active and beautiful. Although Hai Lu is still young, her slim and slim figure has begun to take shape, as graceful and moving as a flower bud.

Zhao Haiming sighed slightly in his heart. If things continue like this, this little girl will definitely have the figure of a top supermodel in the future. He just hopes that she will not develop horizontally like He Saihua in the future.

Zhao Haiming sat at the table and scratched Hailu's straight nose: "I'm not in a hurry. You eat first and save some time to pack your schoolbag. Don't forget what class you have today."

Hailu stuck out her cute tongue, lowered her head and quickly drank the milk in the bottle. She jumped away from the table and went to her bedroom. After running a few steps and thinking about it, she secretly took out a box of milk plugs from the box in the corner.

It went into Zhao Haiming's schoolbag.

Of course, Hailu's little moves couldn't escape Zhao Haiming's eyes. Zhao Haiming shook his head. The little girl was sweet, cute, and kind-hearted. There was absolutely no resemblance to her vicious mother.

It is precisely because of this that Zhao Haiming fell in love with this unrelated little sister.

It's strange to say that Hai Lu has always been cold and indifferent to others since she was a child, but she is very clingy to Zhao Haiming, the fake brother. When she has a runny nose, she never leaves, and when she grows up, she always says "Brother Hai"

"My voice was kind and sweet. I didn't hide anything from him. I was closer to him than my parents."

After repeated calls, in Zhao Haiming's heart, his feelings for this sister became more than just family affection.

Zhao Haiming will soon be eighteen years old. Although he is studying in a key middle school, his grades are not very good because he has too many things to do in the store. Moreover, even if his grades are good, can the landlady really allow him to leave and go to university?

Zhao Haiming is confused and anxious about the future. Frankly speaking, if he can't go to college, he can only continue to make steamed buns in the shop. In a place like Junling, he has no education and only knows how to make steamed buns. He wants to find a good wife.

It's simply a dream.

Therefore, Zhao Haiming was very happy to see that Hai Lu liked him. Although Hai Lu hadn't fully grown up yet, he could already tell that he would be a rare beauty in the future. Such a pretty little girl, even if it was a child bride, it would be a shame.

Don't suffer.

However, although this is the idea, Zhao Haiming has no intention of forcing it. People will change. If you like it now, it doesn't mean you will like it in the future. Who can say for sure what will happen in the future? What if someone meets someone better?

After sweeping away the breakfast like a whirlwind, Zhao Haiming patted his belly and stood up, picked up his schoolbag and returned the milk inside to the box. The milk was provided by He Saihua to supplement Hailu's nutrition. This little thing,

Of course Hai Lu doesn't care, but Zhao Haiming doesn't want to make He Saihua unhappy because of this.

After checking that nothing was missing, Zhao Haiming opened the door and went out. Today is the beginning of the new semester, so we can't be late.

Zhao Haiming strolled to the intersection outside the gate of Lijunling Experimental High School, and his eyes were attracted by a slender girl in the crowd.

The girl got out of a black Lexus. She was tall, at least 1.7 meters tall. Her long black hair covered half of her face, and only her tall nose was exposed. She wore a pink casual top with a short skirt, and her waist was full.

The two beautiful legs under the skirt are slender and straight, and are shockingly white.

Zhao Haiming felt itchy in his heart. Everyone has a love for beauty. At Zhao Haiming's age, when he sees a beautiful girl that suits his own aesthetics, he always wants to take a few more glances. Especially since Junling is located in the south of the Yangtze River, it is originally a place where people come from.

There is a place for beautiful women, but Zhao Haiming has never seen a person who can be so fair and tender, as if he was carved from white jade made of mutton fat.

Doesn’t this little girl have foreign ancestry? Otherwise, how could she be so white? Zhao Haiming thought to himself that he had only seen mixed-race children on TV, but this was really different from seeing a real person. Just the silhouette was so beautiful.

Gives people the urge to commit crimes.

While he was enjoying his life eagerly, Zhao Haiming heard a strange sound in his ears. His eyes became solemn and he looked towards the corner of the road.

Except for him, no one around him noticed anything strange.

Zhao Haiming has become accustomed to this. He had discovered a few years ago that his hearing was stronger than others, and it was not just a little stronger, but much stronger.

One time, his class went on a spring outing to the countryside. A tractor drove by in the distance. Others could only hear the sound as close as a thousand meters away, but he had heard it early. He had calculated that his hearing power was at least three times that of the average person.

More than times.

This was also the reason why he was particularly afraid of the lion's roar of the proprietress He Saihua. Others only thought the sound was loud and harsh, but to him it was like a grenade exploding in his ears, which made him terribly uncomfortable.

It was the same today. He could hear the sound of cars in the distance, and it was the sound of the tires of a high-speed sports car drifting. It was estimated that the speed would not be less than 200 miles.

Zhao Haiming looked around. Fortunately, the green light was on and no one was crossing the road. Although the car was fast, there was no one on the road. No matter how bad the driver was, he wouldn't have hit the sidewalk, right?

As he was observing, a red sports car flashed out with strong wind. He probably wanted to grab the traffic light at the intersection, so he stepped on the accelerator.

On the other side of the crossroad, a fried dough sticks breakfast cart just rolled slowly onto the sidewalk.

The person pushing the cart was an old man, a little deaf. He was staring at the traffic lights and didn't notice the sports car rushing towards him. Amidst the harsh braking sound, the earlier cars were scattered in all directions as if they had been hit by a bomb. The iron pan for frying fried dough sticks on the car flew up.
Chapter completed!