Black-bellied Bamboo Horse: Xiaoqingmei, I can't eat enough!

Chapter 877 Jump off the building!
Zhang Meng rolled his eyes at Yuan Ming's words, and he was so angry that he almost lost his temper.

However, he has long been used to the life of being yelled at by Yuan Ming on the eve of the end of the term. He stared dryly for a while, took a deep breath and looked down at the computer, then silently connected the printer, and printed out the important documents one by one. print it out.

The printer spit out sheets of clean white paper. Zhang Meng looked at the paper in a daze for a while, then turned to Yuan Ming and asked, "Old Yuan, am I blind or is the printer broken?"

Without raising his head, Yuan Ming said directly, "It's time to change the ink cartridge."

"Where is the ink cartridge?" Zhang Meng continued to ask.

"The small drawer to the right of the printer." Yuan Ming continued to answer.

"I want to ask, where to change the ink cartridge?"

Yuan Ming put down the computer in his hand, stared at him and said, "What's the matter, is this your first day living here?!"

Zhang Meng looked at him innocently: "I use this printer twice a year, okay?! You are obviously more familiar with it!"

"puff……"

Listening to their bickering, Chris burst out laughing.

Yuan Ming was so angry that Chris laughed him away. He sighed helplessly, stood up and walked to Zhang Meng, kicked him aside, and then rolled his eyes and said, "Damn you!" Worse than the softest girl in my company!"

"You're just a skinny guy who treats a girl like a man!" Zhang Meng hummed.

"A man like you?" Yuan Ming replied while changing the ink cartridge, "Then it's better to let them continue to be girls."

Two minutes later, the printer started to work normally, and Yuan Ming handed the first few printed pages to Zhang Meng: "It's up to you, I'll wait."

"That's it." Zhang Meng cheerfully took the paper back to sit on the sofa, didn't care about being rejected, and happily enjoyed the wonderful benefits of having a roommate who is a top student.

Holding the book, Chris looked up at Yuan Ming's back, unconsciously lost in thought.

A burst of mobile phone ringing interrupted Chris's thoughts. She subconsciously touched her mobile phone, but the ringing stopped before she touched it. Yuan Ming in front of the printer had already picked up the phone.

"Hello?" Yuan Ming's voice was slightly cold, and he said after a while, "I will attend the opening ceremony, book a flight for me."

After finishing speaking, he hung up the phone and turned to look at Chris.

Chris was stunned by him, like a child who did something wrong, looking at him a little at a loss.

"What's wrong?" Yuan Ming asked her, "Where can't it be?"

"Huh?" Chris thought that he would say something annoying again with a serious face, but she never expected that he just asked himself what he couldn't do.

Seeing that she didn't speak, Yuan Ming came to sit next to her in a bit of bewilderment, turned around her computer, and looked at her notes.

Chris suddenly became tense, and her waist straightened even more, like a student being checked by a teacher.

Yuan Ming took a few glances, clicked on one of them and asked, "Is this concept understandable?"

Chris looked at where his finger was pointing at, and nodded without hesitation.

Yuan Ming looked at her, as if he was waiting for her to explain the knowledge points of this paragraph.

Chris felt that she was more nervous and serious now than in class. She explained everything she knew in as much detail as possible, and then looked at him with a hint of expectation in her eyes.

Yuan Ming nodded and added: "Under the equity incentive system, the requirements for accounting cannot be ignored. Take the accounting textbook and mark the knowledge points of the two parts together."

"Okay!" Chris was so obedient that she would probably nod and say yes when Yuan Ming said that the earth is square.

Zhang Meng really listened to the six directions. He raised his head in doubt, looked at Yuan Ming and asked, "Why do you want to merge the labels?"

"This is the difference between A and B." Yuan Ming said quietly, "People like you who want to protect C and ask for B will not understand."

Zhang Meng was so angry that he rolled his eyes again. After being angry for a while, he patted the coffee table for the last time and threw the documents in his hand on the coffee table——

"Come here and explain to Dad, what is this private equity fund?!"

Yuan Ming patted Chris on the shoulder, pointed out a few points that need attention, and then walked to Zhang Meng's side, explaining to him the question he raised in detail.

However, after he explained for a full 10 minutes, Zhang Meng still looked at him blankly.

Yuan Ming took a deep breath: "Don't understand?"

"I don't understand." Zhang Meng looked at him sincerely.

"Let's jump off the building." Yuan Ming glanced in the direction of the balcony.

"Don't jump, you say it again."

Another 10 minutes later—

Yuan Ming took a sip of water, and looked at Zhang Fang's understanding expression: "You really don't think about jumping off the balcony?!"

10 more minutes later—

"Zhang Meng, did you jump by yourself or did I throw you down?!!!"

"You don't fucking speak human language and you blame me for not understanding?!!!"

"Pfft hahahaha..."

Chris's laughter interrupted the two guys who were about to talk about the topic. They stared at each other like cockfighting, and finally snorted at the same time. Yuan Ming continued to give Zhang Meng the topic resignedly, Zhang Meng continued to turn on his brain cells that had stopped functioning for half a year, allowing them to resume operation and start thinking.

When Zhang Bang finally figured out what this damn private equity fund was, Yuan Ming's voice became a little hoarse.

He fell back on the sofa tiredly, looked at the ceiling and sighed for countless times: "I really did something wrong in my previous life, and in this life I met such a scumbag as you..."

Chris looked up and saw that his water glass was already empty, she smiled and poured him a glass of water, then sat back in her seat and continued to perfect her notes.

"How are you?" Yuan Ming asked her after drinking his saliva.

Chris nodded, with a smile on the corner of her mouth: "It's all okay, there's no problem."

Yuan Ming looked at Zhang Meng resentfully, as if saying: "Look at others, look at you!"

Zhang Meng didn't care about this at all, he continued to look at the next content on the note while turning the pen.

Yuan Ming patted him on the shoulder, said "I won't look for me", then returned to his seat, picked up the computer and started typing again.

Chris was a little curious about what he was doing, because he kept typing on the keyboard, without even a book at hand.

Seemingly aware of Chris' gaze, Yuan Ming turned his head to look at her.

Chris's face flushed slightly, and then she immediately lowered her head and stopped looking at Yuan Ming.

"I'm working."

Yuan Ming said something softly.

Chris's typing hand paused for a moment, and then continued to press the keyboard, but she pressed several wrong letters one after another, and she was a little flustered for a while.

he……

Is he explaining to himself?

(End of this chapter)