Mr. Yu, a lecturer at the Hanlin Academy, sat on the edge of the bed, looking anxious but trying to calm down, "Qiu... Cough - Qiu Zhai..."
President Yu came close to her wrapped in a bathrobe, hugged her with a smile, leaned close to those red and trembling little ears, and murmured softly, "Well, brother, you tell me."
"Cough——" Mr. Yu struggled, and the arms around him tightened instead of loosening. So he wanted to cry but had no tears. He closed his eyes and complained softly, "The ancients said: When quality is superior to literature, you will be wild; if literature is superior to quality, you will be history. If you are gentle and gentle, then you will be a gentleman."
Look up, eh, it's useless? Come again then! "The ancients said: If you respect the five beauties and reject the four evils, you can enter politics."
Look up again, still no use? Ah, I remembered it. Master Yu's eyes lit up, and he thought of a classic sentence, which is very suitable for this time! "The ancients said: Forgive me! Don't do to others what you don't want others to do to you."
Finally, he memorized the sentence he wanted, and Master Yu, who felt that it made sense, raised his head.
The gentle and graceful CEO Yu looked at those big eyes full of expectation. His eyes darkened again and again. He endured it again and again, and finally - what I couldn't bear was not a man, but a man, so I couldn't bear it anymore! ——Push to press.