Has the little cannon fodder become the richest man today?

Chapter 41 We have reason to suspect that you are pretending to be X
As the center of the topic, Shen Xingchen's concentration was amazing, and the noise outside was isolated from her world, immersed in the ocean of mathematical knowledge and roaming freely.

Until Ruan Mianmian touched her excitedly, "Xingchen, many people outside are looking at you."

Shen Xingchen turned his head and took a look when he heard the words, and this look was in exchange for the boy's out-of-control whistle.

The side face killing is already so beautiful, this front face, if the space does not allow them, they will faint on the spot on the spot, it is so beautiful! !

Shen Xingchen: "..."

These kids can really make a fuss.

"Follow them, it will be fine after the freshness passes."

It is human nature to like to look at beautiful people or things. No matter how high the appearance is, you will be amazed once in a while, but if you can’t stand it and often hang around in front of you, you will be immune if you look at it a few times.

Later, Boss Shen slapped me in the face.

There is really such a person in this world, so that when you first meet, you will be amazed, and then even if you face him every day, you will not be immune to him.

Ruan Mianmian couldn't help but shine when she looked at Shen Xingchen, "Xingchen, you are really amazing!"

He didn't change his face after being discussed by so many onlookers.

If it were her, she would not know where to put her hands and feet.

"I'm used to it." Shen Xingchen replied patiently to Ruan Mianmian, then lowered his head and continued to study.

The students around Shen Xingchen heard the group: "..."

We have reason to suspect that you are pretending to be X, but there is no evidence!

It was also this glance that made the boy posting outside the window finally get his face.

With such a beautiful face, he felt that his heartbeat was not his own through the screen.

He hurriedly uploaded the hot photos he took to the forum, and confirmed that it was Shen Xingchen.

At this time, the hustle and bustle between the Huo family and Qingzhi was in stark contrast.

Early in the morning, Huo Lingfeng showed up in the restaurant on time and had breakfast quietly.

After breakfast, he got up and went out. Immediately, a servant appeared silently and quickly cleaned up the dining table and sent it to the wash area in the kitchen.

The eighteen people in charge of Huo Lingfeng's catering in the cooking area waited in fear, and they were relieved until the plates were taken away.

It's safe, Mr. Huo is not dissatisfied.

Huo Lingfeng had a mouthful, so Steward Huo worked hard on this, studied the recipe carefully, and strived for perfection so that Mr. Huo could eat a few more bites.

The pursuit of nutritional balance is also delicious. The dishes that enter Mr. Huo's mouth are all cumbersome processes, and there must be no mistakes that affect the taste during the period.

Any accident may prevent them from seeing the sun of tomorrow.

After breakfast was passed safely, everyone started preparing lunch without stopping.

Everyone used 12 points of concentration to deal with their own part of lunch.

The entire Huo residence did not relax because of breakfast.

Everyone present has seen Mr. Huo's tricks. It is a deep-rooted fear, and no one dares to try it out with their lives.

While he was busy, the kitchen door was pushed open, and Huo Lingfeng's figure appeared at the door, with Butler Huo behind him two steps away.

For a moment, the kitchen was silent, and the blood quickly disappeared from everyone's faces, and everyone stood in place with ashen faces.

No one begged, it was serious enough for Mr. Huo to do it himself, and they bowed their heads and waited for Mr. Huo's execution without complaint.

Huo Lingfeng didn't seem to notice the crowd, he walked into the kitchen and stopped in the area where the kitchen utensils were placed.

Rows of exquisite and expensive knives are arranged in an orderly manner, and Huo Lingfeng's good-looking hands are picking out the knives that are convenient.

He picked carefully.

The execution of these people was so ceremonial. Huo. The brainless fan. The housekeeper said that Mr. Huo really gave these people enough face.

Huo Lingfeng finally picked the one he was most satisfied with, and played with the skillful tricks in his hands. The knife that cut iron like mud seemed to have vitality in Huo Lingfeng's hands.

He didn't stop playing with his hands, and turned his gaze to Butler Huo, "How is it?"

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