MTL - My Husband With Scholar Syndrome-Chapter 27 Come back home

Shirakawa without his headphones frowned slightly for the rest of the hour. Although Shirakawa didn't say it, Mu Xiaoya also saw that he didn't It was comfortable, which made her regretted lending the headset to the little boy just now.

When the plane landed, Shirakawa didn't get up. He was still sitting in the chair, staring at the position in front of him. Mu Xiaoya knows that Shirakawa is waiting for the other party to return headphones.

Fortunately, the mother didn't let the two wait for a long time. The plane stopped after a while and sent the headset over.

"Thank you for your headphones." The woman thanked him, holding a seven- or eight-year-old child in his hand. The little boy was wearing a suit and shorts, carrying a schoolbag on his back, and his face was so cute that he looked so utterly like an autistic child.

"You're welcome. You can also buy one when you come back. It can be used when critical." Mu Xiaoya suggested.

"Well." The woman thanked her again and left with her child.

As soon as they left, Mu Xiaoya returned the headphones to Shirakawa. As soon as Shirakawa took it, he hung it tightly around his neck. He was afraid of being taken away again.

Mu Xiaoya looked funny and distressed: "In the future, I will never lend your headphones to others."

"Um." Shirakawa smiled happily.

After getting off the plane, pushing their luggage, the two went to the parking lot. Bai's car was waiting in the parking lot ten minutes before the plane landed, but Yuncheng International Airport was too big, and Mu Xiaoya was not familiar with the airport and had a bad sense of direction. The location of the parking lot just mentioned by the driver.

"P2 parking lot, is it p2 on this side or p2 on the other side?" Mu Xiaoya has been standing in front of the airport floor plan for almost five minutes. There was only a floor plan nearby, and there were no particularly clear signs. She was at a loss as to where she should go. She remembered returning to her country once in her life, she accidentally went in the wrong direction, went to p1, and spent about half an hour waiting for her return.

"This way." Shirakawa waited for Mu Xiaoya for five minutes. After making sure she was not resting, but could not find the way, she finally spoke.

"Do you know the way?" Mu Xiaoya looked up in surprise.

"It's drawing." Shirakawa calmly pointed at p2 on the floor plan. How clear is where to go.

Mu Xiaoya's eyes suddenly lighted, yeah, Shirakawa has a scholar's syndrome. Maybe in addition to mathematics, he also has a strong space ability.

"Then you lead the way." Mu Xiaoya said.

"Um." Towing his luggage, Shirakawa walked ahead to lead the way. He didn't look at any signs throughout the journey, as if he had already been clear about the layout of the airport. Turn left, go downstairs, turn right, go straight, and then they saw Bai's car.

The driver of the Bai family saw the two of them and got off the car from a distance. At this time, they were diligently helping them carry their luggage.

"It turns out you look at the map so well." Mu Xiaoya couldn't help but boast.

Shirakawa didn't feel that he was looking at the map very well, but Mu Xiaoya always did this, and a little thing would whisper. Every time she helped her solve a math problem, she would do so, and he was used to it.

After getting on the bus, Mu Xiaoya began to discuss with Shirakawa how to share the gifts. Of course, Mu Xiaoya was talking alone, Shirakawa listened quietly.

"We went to the countryside this time, and there was nothing to buy. Except for a bunch of souvenirs, there was only cherry wine and cherry jam given by Nono." Mu Xiaoya asked Shirakawa. "Fortunately, Nono made jam We also help, right? "

"Well, I picked the cherry." Although Shirakawa didn't like to talk, Mu Xiaoya would only answer if he asked him.

"Then send the jam. When you go back, tell your parents that they were made by cherry you picked, so that your parents won't think our gift is too light." Mu Xiaoya said.

"it is good."

Seeing that Mu Xiaoya achieved his goal, he suddenly showed a faint smile.

The driver in the front row listened all the way and couldn't help listening. He has driven the Bai family for more than ten years. This is the first time in the car that Er Shao has heard so many words. Also, how could Mrs. Mrs. hate cherry jam as a gift too light, as long as it was given by the second younger, it was a feather, and they could also be treasures. These two young grandma are obviously coaxing Er Shaoduo to communicate with his family.

The two got off the plane at exactly half-afternoon, perfectly avoiding the evening rush hour, and the car went back to the Baijia Villa smoothly. As soon as he got home, Uncle Li greeted him again, letting people take their luggage and getting them ready to eat, for fear they would be tired.

"Uncle Li, don't have to prepare to eat, and have dinner in a while." Mu Xiaoya pointed to a large bag of souvenirs in the back compartment and said, "These you take to the kitchen, Ogawa likes bacon, and you pick at night Do it. "

"Okay, quickly. Take it to the kitchen and do it at night." Uncle Li immediately ordered.

"Where are they, mom and dad?" After the two returned, only Uncle Li came to pick it up. Mu Xiaoya knew that the others were not at home.

"Mr. and Grand Master have gone to work and haven't returned yet. Madam went to a charity foundation event, but they will definitely come back for dinner." Li Shu said.

Mu Xiaoya nodded, without asking again, and went back to the house to cleanse with Shirakawa.

As soon as Mu Xiaoya left here, Uncle Li took out his mobile phone and started sending messages:

Sir, madam, Da Shao, Er Shao and Mrs. Er Shao have successfully returned home. And brought back many delicious souvenirs, waiting to share with you in the evening.

After sending the hair, without waiting for a reply, Uncle Li smiled and held up his glasses, and he told the kitchen to prepare meals for five people.

Office of Chairman of Yifeng Group.

Bai Guoyu glanced at the phone and turned to ask his assistant, "When can I get off work?"

"Chairman, you can end your last meeting at six, but you have a dinner date with the chairman of Tae Heng in the evening," the assistant reminded.

"Pushing dinner, the meeting is half an hour in advance."

"Uh, okay." The assistant paused for a moment, though it was strange, but it was time to get off, and then went out and called crazy, telling all the participants that the meeting was ahead of schedule.

In the same building, in a conference room on a different floor, Bai Yan was black and scolded.

"Look at the report for the previous quarter and see the results you made. It will be the same in the next quarter. You all leave me."

After scolding the sales department, Bai Yan scolded the propaganda department.

"Look at your shit. What **** are we all. We are virtual games, can they be the same as the traditional online games outside? Are your brains covered by shit? Redo it for me. Give me the plan. "

The meeting room was silent, and no one dared to refute the sentence. After all, it was difficult for the meeting to end. Bai Ye left, and everyone dared to pant loudly. The director of the propaganda department was even more worried, and he was finished when others scolded him. He had to redo a plan before eight o'clock, and he felt confounded.

Bai Yan frowned and returned to the office. The assistant sent a glass of water in time. The general manager just scolded him so quickly. He must be thirsty at this time.

"General manager, this is a letter of intent for cooperation from Tengfei Technology." After Bai Yan drank the water, the assistant passed a document.

Bai Ye looked over and asked, "How's the progress of the game development department?"

"Jigong has just come here, let me ask when you will come back to work," said the assistant.

"How?" Bai Yan frowned. "They haven't figured out a solution yet."

"no progress."

"Whether they don't have to work without Ogawa." Bai Ai could not help but curse, Ogawa was on vacation for more than half a month, and their entire game development department could not even write a small program. For more than half a month, the work has not progressed at all.

The assistant is afraid to answer, even if he is a layman for programming, he knows that not everyone can compare with his own. Their Yifeng's development of virtual games is so much ahead of the industry, and it is not the brain of the second-scholar syndrome. Scholar syndrome, this is what ordinary people compare.

"General manager, the phone rang during your meeting, it seems to be a message from home," the assistant reminded.

Pai Pai paused, then picked up the mobile phone and looked at it subconsciously. He lowered the phone and directed the assistant: "Cancel all the work that follows, I want to get off work on time today."

"Yes." The assistant turned out of the office, took out his mobile phone, and called the head of the propaganda department of the dog that was scolded. "The general manager is going to get off work on time today."

"Brother, Da En is unaware of it. I owe you a meal."

The assistant smiled, hung up the phone, and coordinated the trip with their general manager.

On the other side of the city, Li Rong, who has just finished an auction, is declining a dinner invitation from the chairman of the foundation.

"Mrs. Bai, how about going to Xianghe Hotel for dinner?"

"No, my son and daughter-in-law are returning for their honeymoon today. I have to go back to get wind for them." Li Rong said.

"Bai Yun is married again?" The chairman of the foundation was taken aback.

"No, it's my youngest son." Li Rong smiled, said goodbye, and turned to leave the foundation.

When Li Shu was half ready for dinner in the kitchen, he received three identical short messages: "Dinner comes back for dinner."

At 6:30 in the evening, everyone from the Bai family appeared on the table on time. A small portion of the dishes at the table were all local specialties brought back by Mu Xiaoya. During the meal, Mu Xiaoya also took out the cherry wine for everyone to taste. The second elder Bai family was exaggerated again. Li Rong's exaggerated tone even Mu Xiaoya could hear it a bit too much, but thinking of the other person's intentions, Mu Xiaoya just smiled and did not take it apart.

After having dinner, Mu Xiaoya talked to the Bai family about their life in the cherry garden. Although they stayed in the cherry garden for half a month, they lived a very leisurely life. In addition to picking cherries every day, they sat under the tree to enjoy the cool. Mu Xiaoya said it simple, but the three in the Bai family Listen with interest. Especially with regard to Shirakawa, even if it was a trivial matter, their response was great.

Mu Xiaoya also took the time to give out the gifts they prepared: "Parents, brother, we go out this time, there is nothing but cherries, so I can only make a little cherry jam with Ogawa come back."

"Did you brew it?" Li Rong grasped the point.

"I brewed it with my classmates, but the cherry was picked by Shirakawa." Mu Xiaoya said.

"Xiaochuan picked it?" Even Bai Guoyu and Bai Zhi were a little uneasy.

"Well, there are two big baskets, almost fifty pounds."

The three of the Bai family suddenly opened their eyes and looked at Shirakawa eagerly: Isn't this a gift made by Shirakawa himself?

Shirakawa glanced at them somehow.

Mu Xiaoya promptly reminded: "Ogawa, what gift do we bring?"

"Upstairs, I'll get it." Shirakawa reacted, stood up, and started walking upstairs in a hurry. The three members of the Bai family watched Shirakawa straight up, and then stared straight down at Shirakawa, and then continued to stare at the three bottles of jam in Shirakawa's hand.

"I picked the cherries." Shirakawa stood in front of the three of them, facing each other's hot eyes, repeating the words that Mu Xiaoya asked him to say, "Making jam can improve the beauty of the spleen and the stomach, and is good for the body. , For you. "

Then he was like a leader giving a trophy to his subordinates, one by one. From left to right, once Bai Bai, Li Rong, and Bai Guoyu.

The three of the Bai family each held a bottle of jam and looked at the exact same packaging. At the same time, they came up with an idea: they must write their names for a while, but they cannot be mistaken or eaten.