Quick Transmigration: The Host Refuses to Save the Mission Target

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    "Okay, okay," he raised his hands and said sincerely, "I promise that I will never touch your homework."

    Pei Song then retracted his gaze.

    Pei Song did not go out again in the next two days, but He Wenshi went back to City B in the middle.

    He didn't stay for long. He came back after spending a night in City B. After coming back this time, his expression was visibly much more relaxed.

    Pei Song didn't ask him what he was going to do. He spoke first.

    "I tore up my grandfather's will in front of him. From now on, I will have nothing to do with them at all." Pei Song was writing a test paper. He pulled a chair and sat next to him and said happily.

    Although he guessed that He Wenshi was going back to deal with family affairs this time, he didn't expect that he would tear up the will and sever ties directly. Pei Song looked at him a little surprised, and nodded, "Oh." He felt that this reaction was too bland. He thought about it and added, "It's good."

    He Wenshi stared at him for a few seconds, then suddenly smiled, "I thought you would persuade me."

    Pei Song stared back at the test paper and asked while writing, "Why should I persuade you?"

    He Wenshi thought for a moment, "Because I gave up a large inheritance, what a pity?" He shrugged, "You didn't see the expressions of my grandfather and father when I tore it up, ha."

    Pei Song made a mark on the test paper and said, "But you don't want it."

    I don't know what these words touched He Wenshi's heart. He suddenly laughed heartily with a gloomy expression, "Yes, I don't want these dirty things at all." His tone was a little vicious, but he calmed down in less than two seconds, returning to his usual expression. He paused, smiled and said, "But I thought you would at least be curious and ask me what's going on with me."

    He Wenshi knew that Pei Song must have clearly heard He Wenxu calling him a bastard that day.

    Everyone likes gossip, especially gossip that can be called the secrets of wealthy families. He Wenshi had been asked about this by others before, and he didn't mind telling Pei Song.

    But Pei Song never asked him.

    Pei Song understood what he meant and corrected him.

    "I do want to know," Pei Song said while writing the title, "but I want to know these things only because I am worried about you. If you don't want to say it yourself, I certainly won't ask."

    His tone was very straightforward and very calm, as if worrying about him was a normal thing, and there was nothing to hide.

    He Wenshi was stunned for two seconds, "...You really are..." He opened his mouth, and suddenly sighed and laughed, and the expression on his face disappeared. He seemed to stroke his hair helplessly, and when Pei Song looked at him with some confusion, he smiled gently again.

    "Pei Song."

    "Hmm?"

    He Wenshi stretched out a finger and curled his lips: "Hug, hug, okay?"

    Pei Song stopped writing.

    "Now?" He hesitated.

    He Wenshi blinked: "No? Can't I?"

    Pei Song looked at the alarm clock beside him. He slept for five days out of the seven days of the National Day holiday. Although he had finished his homework, he still had many other plans to make up for.