Chapter 197 Bookboy

Meng Yu realized his father's intention and said hurriedly: "Dad, I was not scared and I didn't have a fever that damaged my brain. I was serious. Dad, this is the first time I've been so serious since I was a child."

That little expression was as sincere as if he was participating in the truth or dare game!

"Dad, please help your son, son beg you!"

Boss Meng was a little stunned for a while.

His son had never talked to him like this before.

Could it be that this kid suddenly grew up when he saw his submissive and polite attitude towards Zhou Qing and saw that 10% of his bonus was divided?

People say that it only takes a moment for a child to grow up.

Sometimes, some hardships in life suddenly make a child sensible.

Could it be that his son.

If so, this 10% bonus is worth it!

As long as his son strives for success, he can fight for anything!

With a little moisture in the corners of his eyes, Boss Meng took a deep breath and slowly exhaled, "Okay, as long as you don't feel ashamed, you want to be Zhou Ping's book boy, Dad agrees, as long as you can turn over a new leaf."

Meng Yu nodded solemnly, "Dad, don't worry!"

Zhou Qing

Does your Meng family care so little about face?

After all, you are the former boss of the embroidery workshop in Qinghe County!

Your son is my brother's book boy?

"Boss Meng, there is no need to do this, you should take your son back to recuperate quickly"

Before Zhou Qing finished speaking, Boss Meng turned his head and looked at her.

"I respect the child's decision."

Zhou Qing

Zhou Ping was afraid that Zhou Qing would refuse, so he immediately said: "Okay, if that's the case, then it's settled. Uncle Meng, don't worry, I won't let him sign a contract to sell himself."

Selling a contract, if sold, he will be a slave.

Boss Meng's mouth twitched and looked at Zhou Ping.

Should I say thank you?

After a few polite words, Boss Meng gave his son a few words and said goodbye.

As soon as he left, Zhou Qing turned to look at Meng Yu.

Meng Yu's shoulders shrank, "Well, my father gave up 10% of the bonus today. Didn't you see his face? If I go back with him, I will be beaten to death!"

As he said that, Meng Yu quickly glanced at Zhou Ping.

"You won't hit me, will you?"

He asked weakly and without confidence.

Zhou Qing was almost laughed at by him.

Is this the devil of the Meng family who caused campus bullying?

Zhou Ping, Meng Yu and Boss Meng are willing to be the book boy. Even if Zhou Qing feels it is inappropriate, he doesn't say anything more.

He just gave Zhou Ping a few words and left.

As soon as Zhou Qing left, Zhou Yao followed him.

The two sisters returned to the inner courtyard. Zhou Yao held Zhou Qing's arm and leaned her little head on Zhou Qing's shoulder, "Thank you, sister."

Zhou Qing patted Zhou Yao with his backhand, "What are you thanking me for! When one person succeeds, the whole family will benefit! Girls must achieve financial independence to live a better life."

Zhou Yao

Am I a chicken or a dog?

Forget it!

Don't worry about the details!

After all, the last sentence is true!

Not only financial independence, but also spiritual independence and personality independence!

Of course, the latter two are based on financial independence!

"By the way, sister, is there a result for the essay contest?"

Zhou Yao mentioned this, and Zhou Qing sighed.

"There is a result, but we have contacted the second and third place winners and the winners of the award, but we can't find the first place."

"Who is the first place?"

"The pen name is Qinghe Xiaoxiaosheng. The list has been posted for a whole day. All the winners have registered, but the first place has not appeared."

Zhou Qing was still talking, unaware of the strangeness of Zhou Yao beside him.

The moment she heard Qinghe Xiaoxiaosheng, Zhou Yao felt that she was suffocating.

With trembling fingers, Zhou Yao tried her best to restrain her heavy breathing, "Is that so, then wait a little longer, I won't talk to you anymore, I'm so sleepy, I'm going back to sleep."

After saying that, without waiting for Zhou Qing to speak, she turned around and walked towards her room.

As soon as she entered the door, she slammed the door shut with her backhand, and Zhou Yao screamed silently.

"Qinghe Xiaoxiaosheng! Qinghe Xiaoxiaosheng! Oh my God! The first place is actually Qinghe Xiaoxiaosheng! God! My God! This is not a dream, it's real!"

Tears flew, Zhou Yao threw herself on the bed, wrapped in the quilt, crying and laughing.

Qinghe Xiaoxiaosheng, that is, she and Zhao Xi.

These days, I have been busy revising the plot of the new storybook, and I haven't been to the hot pot restaurant.

Unexpectedly, the hot pot restaurant actually posted the list!

Qinghe Xiaoxiaosheng!

Everyone in the county should know that Qinghe Xiaoxiaosheng is the first place!

Zhou Yao was so excited that she couldn't sleep all night. The next morning, she couldn't wait to run to Zhao Dacheng's house at dawn to share the good news with Zhao Xi.

Zhou Ping took Meng Yu in, and didn't find another room for Meng Yu. He let Meng Yu live with him.

He was in the inner room, and Meng Yu was in the outer room.

He was called a book boy, but in fact he was a servant.

Zhou Ping had to practice martial arts and study every day, and got up before dawn. As a servant, Meng Yu naturally had to get up with Zhou Ping.

Originally, Zhou Ping wanted Meng Yu to practice martial arts with him, but unfortunately Meng Yu had a shoulder injury and could only watch from the side.

Sitting aside with his head drooping and his cheeks supporting his back, watching Zhou Ping, a little man, doing horse stance, boxing, and archery, Meng Yu was a little doubtful for a while.

Did he make the wrong choice?

If he had gone home with his father, at most he would have been beaten up last night, and at least he would have been able to sleep until noon and have someone to serve him in the future.

Now

not only did he have to get up early and go to bed late, but he also had to serve others with injuries?

Is this other person his enemy?

How about buying a pack of poison to kill Zhou Ping?

Meng Yu was just thinking about it. Zhou Ping finished a set of morning boxing. While wiping the sweat on his forehead and neck with a dry towel, he told Meng Yu: "After dinner, I will go to the bookstore and the pen and ink shop. You go and try that backpack to see if it is suitable."

Zhou Ping said, raising his hand to point to a bamboo backpack standing at the foot of the wall.

Meng Yu

looked in the direction of Zhou Ping's finger, and saw the backpack at a glance, and immediately jumped up.

"You want me to carry it?"

Zhou Ping rolled his eyes, "How strange, you are a book boy, if you don't want to carry it, do you want me to carry it?"

Meng Yu immediately threw his sleeves, "I won't carry it! My shoulder is injured!"

Zhou Ping raised his fist, "I asked Brother Li, your injury will not affect carrying the backpack, and your arm will not break if you carry it for a day.

The six-year-old child used his fist to make Meng Yu, who was fifteen or sixteen years old, surrender.

"Carry it! "

Zhou Ping strode into the house like a victorious little rooster.

Meng Yu was left staring at the backpack, standing there in shame.

After breakfast, Zhou Ping put on his small cloth bag and went out happily.

Meng Yu slumped behind him.

"This is the most shameful moment of my life!"

Zhou Ping rolled his eyes contemptuously, "What nonsense are you talking about? You still have a long life ahead of you! There is still a lot of room for shameful moments to rise and fall!"

Meng Yu

To be honest, even if he was not beaten to death by this six-year-old kid, he would be pissed to death by this six-year-old kid.

The two of them went straight to Yunhai Bookstore, talking and crying.

When they went there, there were already quite a few students in the bookstore.

As soon as Meng Yu entered the door, he immediately attracted everyone's attention.