Episode 4

Shawn opened the WhatsApp account and turned up the chat page of [Quack]. In the portrait, Theo's deep eyes looked directly at him quietly, as if saying to him: "Student Shawn, who is the gigolo?"

An embarrassment to the soul rose from the spine and rushed to the forehead like a sky monkey. Shawn blankly deleted the remarks and left the WhatsApp nickname of u5085.

Listening to the lectures, writing in the papers, pretending that you don't know anything.

As long as I am not embarrassed, others are embarrassed.

There is a small red dot on the Moments page, reminding that the profile picture is a beautiful middle-aged woman. Shawn moved her thumb on the screen for a few seconds and tapped it in. The account named [Mum] posted a new set of photos.

Holding a five or six-year-old girl, behind is the pink castle of Disneyland. The mother and daughter are smiling, sitting in the luxurious revolving restaurant and eating Western food. The exquisite strawberry cake is delicious and inviting. The caption is "Baby, Happy Birthday, mom will always love you."

Shawn also heard this, more than once, focusing on the three words forever love you, mocking the corners of his lips mockingly, so boring, he pulled the account into the blacklist.

No seeing no minding.

After this class, it was a big break. Shawn took his mobile phone and went straight out of the classroom. Justin didn't have time to ask him what was going on. He waited until the class was about to start, and Shawn came back slowly.

"You did call me if you go to smoke." Justin whispered when he smelled the sweet toffee.

Shawn leaned on the edge of the desk, chewing the toffee in his mouth, and was too lazy to explain what he was doing just now. The phone reached out to Justin's eyes, "Do you know this person?"

In the photo is a video surveillance screen. A tall boy with acne marks is looking around in front of the bulletin board, holding a bottle of white glue in his hand, like a thief.

"It's a bit familiar, looks like the grandchildren of the first grade, this person should post your report card?" Justin looked at the photo, then looked at Shawn curiously, "Where did you get this photo?"

The attached middle school students do not have the right to check and monitor. Even if the teacher checks the monitoring, they have to write an application form and have to ask the leader of the security department to sign. Justin also saw the monitor that day, but didn't even think about checking it, the difficulty of checking the monitor is as difficult as getting the first grade in the exam.

"I said that my watch was lost, and it was given to me by a deceased relative, and the Security Department asked me to check it." Shawn's face was calm, and there was no psychological pressure to lie.

Justin's chin is about to fall, does this work? People in the Department of Security are all relatives of the teacher, either father or uncle. A group of old men, who have a straight face all day long, managing everything strictly. Don't talk about investigating and monitoring this kind of professional principal problem. He was caught by the security department once smoking cigarettes. After finishing the self-criticism, he was asked to write the fire protection knowledge manual for one hundred times by these the old men, which were not human at all.

Why is it so unfair to be a man?

Justin was puzzled. He understood when he saw what Shawn looked like now. Standing here obediently, eating toffee slowly, he looked like anyone could bully. It was too deceptive.

He was born with a face that could slander people. Even if he did bad things, no one would believe him. Everyone could still think that he was a miserable little person who was wronged and loved.

Justin was really convinced by Shawn, this is the king of bad students, killing people invisibly.

Day students don't have to study late at night, and can go home early to do their homework. This is not a joy. The second year of high school is more stressful than the third year. The teacher makes repeated demands. The urgency and importance of the college entrance examination a year later is mentioned. By the third year of high school, they will be busy studying all day long like dogs, and don't care about pressure anymore.

Shawn packed his schoolbag and went home. The picture lay in his favorites. The attached middle school is so small, and he always meets destined people.

The house that Shawn lives in now belongs to the blackened woman. It has a small two-bedroom house. Before, a family of three lived here. The wall was still showing the little girl's 100-day photos. Now Shawn is coming to school. This set is for the time being. He lives, and there is an aunt who cooks and washes at home.

He was accustomed to walking back to the fourth station of the attached middle school, listening to English with headphones, and memorizing words by the way. At the evening rush hour in the city, the traffic jams at the intersections, the sound of the horns one after another, Shawn walked slowly on the sidewalk, didn't feel noisy at all.

At this time, a faint cry came from the grass on the side of the road, "Woo Wang!"

Shawn squeezed the earphones tightly, turned a deaf ear, and strode forward. Before he had gone far, there was another poor dog barking, like a groan of being hungry for several days.

It's really bad luck. Shawn turned around and walked back, putting his hands in the pockets of the school uniform pants, and glanced at the grass with the tail of his eyes. It was a small white dog, less than two or three months old. Its whole body was dirty, and he couldn't see any species. Its dark eyes looked at him and screamed.

"Why are you so dirty?" Shawn frowned and said disgustingly.

The little white dog didn't expect him to be so unloving. It got up on its trembling legs and rubbed against Shawn. It wanted to behave like a coquettish. Shawn stepped back and rolled his face particularly indifferently, "Don't come over."

While talking, he took out his cell phone, checked the pet hospital nearby, and looked at the dog's somewhat beautiful face, and helped it.

The puppy seemed to understand what he was saying, squatting at his feet, looking up at him.

The nearest pet hospital is six or seven stops away from here. Shawn locked her phone and looked down at the little white dog. The little guy looked up at him pitifully. Shawn turned his back, unzipped his schoolbag, and took out a brand-new school uniform with short-sleeved, thrown on the little white dog, and hugged it up carefully. The little white dog had great eyesight, sticking out his tongue and licking his hand vigorously to please him.

Shawn didn't care about dodge. First, he heard the sound of parking on the side of the road, the engine hummed, and then smelled a very good men's perfume he just smelled yesterday morning. Looking back, Theo stood behind him, neat and tidy. The gray suit jacket rested leisurely on his arms, looking at the dog in his arms inquiringly.

Shawn was startled. The best way to deal with this embarrassing situation is to keep his face unchanged, "Mr.Morrison, how are you."

Theo glanced at him and reached out to touch the dog's head personally. The little white dog was not afraid of people at all, sobbed and rubbed the palm of his hand, "What's wrong with it?"

"I don't know, I'm going to take it to the hospital." The little dog in his arms trembled, and Shawn gently patted his back to coax.

Theo pulled out the scarf from the pocket of his suit. It was made of snow-white silk. He bowed slightly and gently wiped the dirty face of the little white dog. "There is a pet hospital nearby. Let's take it to see."

Shawn frowned. He was not as innocent as he seemed. He was wary of unfamiliar adults. He knew about this a long time ago, but Theo is different. He treats dogs as gentle and meticulous as a lover, and the tenderness in his eyes can drown people.

Theo drove the white Tesla. The interior was clean and spotless, and the air was faintly scented. Shawn sat in the back row with the white dog in his arms, and smoothly pulled the short-sleeved neckline zipper to the top. The lower sharpened jaw was buried lightly, revealing only a pair of fawn-like eyes, which were unbelievably obedient.

"Mr.Morrison, why are you free today?"

Theo glanced at him through the rearview mirror, and said calmly: "Male PR also has days off."

Shawn touched the tip of his nose embarrassedly, and was about to apologize for what happened yesterday, when a buzzing sounded, mobile phone vibrated, it was Theo's mobile phone.

Theo clicked and connected, and there was a lot of eager English on the phone. Shawn's English skills were decent, but the other party was too fast to distinguish the words such as "missile", "locator", "reconnaissance" and so on.

It seems to be related to war.

Even with burning eyebrows on the other end of the phone, Theo's reply was still slow. Shawn could hear that his spoken language was excellent. It was not the London accent that many people deliberately imitated, but was particularly natural and graceful, and never spoke in a hurry.

It is not a good thing. Shawn is familiar with the term Polaris, as if he has heard it somewhere.

When Theo hung up his phone and looked up at Shawn in the rearview mirror, the boy's lips were tightened like a zipper on his clothes, and his eyes did not look everywhere. He stared at him purely and calmly, the eyes are exactly the same as the little white dog in his arms.

Can be cute and loving.

"Mr.Morrison." Shawn paused, her black eyelashes incited, "Are you not a gigolo?"

Theo chuckled, interested, "Am I like?"

Shawn shook his head and said sincerely: "You are like a rich boss."

Beautiful people, a lot of money, easy to cheat, the kind that comes quickly.

Theo smiled, noncommittal.

The pet hospital is not the one that Shawn saw on the map. It is indeed very close. It was only a few minutes away. The sign is in Chinese, English and Japanese. The decoration looks very high standard, and there is a man standing at the door. The doctor in the white coat was followed by two nurses. As soon as the driver's door opened, several people greeted him enthusiastically.

The doctor looked very familiar with Theo.

A beautiful nurse took the little white dog from Shawn's hand and went for a basic checkup. Shawn went to the bathroom and carefully washed his hands. It was indeed different from a general pet hospital. There was no smell of disinfectant in the air. No dog barking or meowing, it was quiet.

"Hello, was that just your dog just now?"

At the entrance of the corridor, the doctor in the white coat was already waiting for him. He looked very kind and smiled kindlier.

Shawn answered conservatively: "Not for the time being. What's wrong with it?"

The doctor said with a smile, "It has a bit of fever, and it needs to be checked for specific conditions."

"Well, where do you pay?"

"Mr.Morrison is our VIP client, so you don't need to pay for it."

Shawn is not used to being called you, you, and you are very awkward, "Don't be so polite, does Mr.Morrison also raise a dog?"

The doctor glanced at the room and smiled even more. "In terms of dog training, you can consult Mr.Morrison. Someone used to give Mr.Morrison a fierce French wolfhound. It was fostered here with a fierce temper and several employees were bitten. No one can cure it, but Mr.Morrison is very patient and it had been teaching carefully. It didn't take long for the dog to be very docile, and he met Mr.Morrison and acted like a milk cat."

This is a fact, but what is not said is that after the wolf dog was sent back to Theo, it was kept in the cage for a whole week without dripping water. When he was dying, Theo opened the cage and fed it fresh meat with his own hands. The proper post.

This Mr.Morrison has always been well acquainted with this.

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