Nie Xin was not surprised by this answer, because she had no expectations at all.

She didn't listen to what Fu Chaochao said, but she just depends on what she did.

"By the way, what are you thinking about opening a public account and Qutoutiao account?" Fu Chaochao urgently wanted to improve the children's environment.

Nie Xin hesitated for a moment and shook her head, "The dean still can't make up his mind, let's see again."

Fu Chaochao advised her a few words, the young people's ideas were different from those of middle-aged people, and they were more accepting and adapting to this new era.

If the old concept is maintained, the welfare home cannot upgrade its donations and will soon decline and survive.

Nie Xin's expression was very shaken. She knew what Fu Chaochao meant and wanted the welfare home to try more. However, for conservative people like the dean, it was difficult to accept a new thing that they didn't understand at all.

What's more, the teachers in the welfare home are also relatively old. Even if the frame is built, they don't know whether the welfare home can be managed well afterwards.

Fu Chaochao understood this truth, so he tried his best to persuade the welfare home to move on its own.

No matter how sharpening their knives are, they are just outsiders and they cannot always help the welfare home operate. They have to learn to use these technologies themselves.

After leaving the welfare home, Fu Chaochao lay on the back of the car chair, reached out and pressed his head, frowned.

When Bo Yanshen saw it, he tried to drive the car as smoothly as possible, and the sound was very light: "Don't feel comfortable?"

Fu Chaochao responded and yawned loudly, "I'm very dizzy, sleepy, and I want to sleep."

Bo Jingshen: "Then go to bed, I'll call you when I get home."

He turned on the music and a soothing classical music sounded in the car. The pain in Fu Chaochao's head seemed to be relieved, and his eyebrows also stretched.

It was hot in summer and the air conditioner was turned on in the car. Bi Jingshen was afraid that the cold would be so cold that she took out the blanket placed in the car cabinet and draped it on her when the light was red.

Fu Chaochao really felt a little cold, and after putting on the blanket, rolled the blanket into a ball.

It looks very comfortable to sleep.

Bo Jingshen helped her lower her back chair a little.

I don’t know how long it took, but Bo Jingshen’s voice came to my ears: “Chaochao, wake up, go back to sleep.”

Fu Chaochao was woken up in a daze, opened her eyes and closed her again, and turned around. She slept so well that she didn't want to move at all.

Seeing that her back was facing her and her head rubbed against the blanket, Bo laughed helplessly. Is he just a slut?

He bent down and approached Fu Chaochao's ears, "I've let you sleep for an hour. It's been long enough. If you fall asleep, you will definitely feel sore when you wake up tomorrow. Be good, go back to the house to sleep."

The hot breath sprinkled on her neck, and a sensation elicited itch. Fu Chaochao opened his eyes again, watching him not speak.

Seeing her stupid look, Bo Jingshen couldn't help but touch her face, and a touch of bad intention was curled up at the corner of his mouth, which felt very good.

So he touched it again.

Before Fu Chaochao came to his senses, Bo Jingshen picked her up and went home.

The car was a little far from the villa. After walking halfway through Fu Chaochao came back to his senses, his head shrank against his neck, and he couldn't help but look up quietly at him.

Bo Jingshen looked at her with a smile, his voice silly: "Don't move around, your hair is itchy."

Fu Chaochao's body stiffened and he didn't dare to move anymore, but soon after, he took the courage to reach out and touched the tears mole under the corner of his eyes.

Bo Jingshen was slightly stunned, didn't say anything, nor looked at her, subconsciously slowed down his pace.

After a while, the two of them came to the front door, and Bo Jingshen said, "Press and open the door."

The door was made of fingerprint lock. Bo Jingshen held her with both hands, and there was no way to open the door. Instead, Fu Chaochao could move freely.

The voice seemed to wake Fu Chaochao up. She struggled a few times and broke free from his arms, jumped to the ground, lowered her head and blushed, and said embarrassedly: "I can go by myself."

Bo Yanshen took his hand back, which was a little regretful.

After Fu Chaochao opened the door, he went to the bedroom to take a shower. After taking a shower, he became more energetic and was no longer so sleepy.

After looking at the time, it was only nine o'clock in the evening, not the same time she was sleeping.

Considering that he would go to work in Data Breathing the day after tomorrow, Fu Chaochao decided to check the information of this company carefully.

Because she was not sure whether she would have an interview after being recruited, she was ready first.

The laptop was in the living room outside. Fu Chaochao walked out and found that Bo Jingshen was also there.

He was wearing a gray bathrobe, his hair was refreshing and he didn't look shampooed. Under the mist of the light, his side face was very delicate, and his chest was vaguely white.

The eyes with tears were just right on her side, and Fu Chaochao couldn't help but want to touch them again.

Fu Chaochao lowered his head and glanced at himself. The depth of field was whiter than hers...

I feel ashamed.

Fortunately, her figure is slenderer than him, otherwise she could be a man. Bo Jingshen is definitely the wife of the village.

When Bo Jingshen saw her, he seemed to have discovered something funny, and the corners of his mouth slightly raised, "Chaochao."

Fu Chaochao was still between the past and the inability to go, and heard Bo Jingshen's words and walked over slowly.

She washed her hair, blew it in the room a few times, spreading it behind her head, and bent over a little, her wet hair ran to the front mischievously, and the collar of her pajamas were slightly wet.

The floor was very clean. Fu Chaochao simply lay on the ground and opened the laptop on the living room's low table. His back was against the sofa where Bo Jingshen sat. He frowned, "The hair was not dry."

Fu Chaochao didn't look back: "I'm trying to protect my hair from being damaged too much. I'll blow half and leave half, and wait for it to dry naturally."

Bo Jingshen seemed extremely disagree with such a "fallacies" and did not interfere too much in other people's ideas, but instead expressed it with his own behavior.

Fu Chaochao never expected that Bo Jingshen would actually wipe her hair!

He found a clean towel and clumsyly tucked her soft long hair.

Fu Chaochao was in a good mood to get such a free labor force to dry his hair, his eyes were crescent, searching for data breathing information.

At first, his scalp was hurt by the thin depth of field. When he reached the back, he seemed to have started to use it, and he rubbed his movements gently, and Fu Chaochao raised the corner of his mouth higher.

She smiled and said, "I will wipe your hair from now on."

Thin depth of field knuckles shuttled between her hair, and occasionally pulled out a thread to wipe it, looking a little bored.

He glanced at Fu Chaochao and said lazyly: "You can save effort. My hair is so short, just wipe it for a while and it will be dry."

Fu Chaochao stuck out his tongue, "I can't decide this. You can also learn from artists to grow long hair."

Bo Jingshen smiled, "Serving one is enough, I don't want to serve another."

Fu Chaochao also smiled.

Seeing the information Fu Chaochao searched, he asked casually: "Why do you think about searching for data and breathing?"

Fu Chaochao: "You said before that I have never experienced an interview. I am afraid that I will have an interview after I go to the company. I will first understand the company's background so that I can't get the wrong answers."

"By the way, do you know what questions will tech people ask when they go to interview?"

Bo Jingshen: "Technical talents mainly evaluate technology, but interviews are secondly. There are too many categories of non-technical talents, and I don't know which direction you are going, but the interview process will mostly ask you what you think of this industry, which involves forward-lookingness."

Fu Chao turned his eyes, "Then I will try my best to speak in the better direction!"

"No need, just say what you think, or even criticize. Foresight requires people with clear minds. When we are in it, we will always be confused by the hypocritical prosperity, and those who are not here may see more profoundly than we do."

Fu Chaochao frowned and hesitated: "Then I can't make random comments, right?"

"So it's good to say it according to your mind's ideas. Too gorgeous rhetoric means being too prepared and criticizing it all the time seems a bit deliberate. The key is how you say it."

Bo Jingshen suggested: "Why do you give it a preview?"

"Um?"

Bo Jingshen bent down slightly and pressed on Fu Chaochao's back. From the front, Fu Chaochao was embedded in his arms, as if he was hugging him.

His hand stretched out from the side, pressing against Fu Chaochao's arm, and his hands with distinct joints fell on the keyboard and quickly posed, like an exquisite work of art.

Fu Chaochao looked at his fingers and thought to himself that if these hands were used to play the piano, they would fascinate thousands of girls.

The last crisp knock fell, and the search page popped up on the computer screen, showing many workplace interview questions.

Bo Jingshen browsed with interest, but Fu Chaochao's hands and feet were so stiff that he dared not move, and his mind was focused on the embracing position of the two of them.

After a while, Bo Jingshen said: "These questions are quite interesting. Do you want to try them?"

Fu Chaochao quickly said, "Let's try."

She leaned forward deliberately, taking a look at the topic and breaking away from the embrace of Bo Deep Field.

She is myopic and wears glasses in class, but she doesn't like to wear contact lenses in normal times.

Unexpectedly, the next second, Bo Tianshen turned off the laptop "splash".

“…”

"Child, I won't show you the answers to the questions during the interview." Bo Jingshen said lazily, with the evil eyes looking at her with a smile in his eyes.

Fu Chaochao looked over, and the tears moles under his eyes made him look more and more like a vixen.

She said dissatisfiedly: "I just want to see the interview questions."

Bo Jingshen shook his head: "No, the answer is below the question. Since it is a mock interview, you can't read the answer."

"I don't know how to watch..." Fu Chaochao muttered, although even she herself felt that there was not much credibility.

It’s one thing to go to see it on purpose, but it’s another thing to see it accidentally. The most feared thing is to be careless.
To be continued...