Master, I have too many skirts

When Cheng Yue heard that time, his eyes froze for a moment, what is the concept of asking him to get up at six o'clock?

Then it's just as impossible for him to slap Ji Xu all over the face in the next second and say in a very arrogant way that you want to do something to me.

Ji Xu glanced at Cheng Yue who was sitting dumbly with a quilt in his arms, and then looked down to see the trousers and clothes scattered on the ground.

On the ground is a pair of jeans with countless holes, and a jacket that leaks air no matter how windy it is. It looks like a blower, which is quite ugly.

Cheng Yue thought about it for a long time, clenched his fists, hugged the quilt unwilling to face the reality, and said forcefully: "I don't go to school, and I will definitely not go to some crappy school that starts at six o'clock."

Ji Xu glanced at him, took out his mobile phone from his trouser pocket and called Tang Jing.

As soon as the phone was connected, Tang Jing's laughing voice came over: "We just separated! You missed me so much that you were caught off guard!"

"It's business." Ji Xu said as he turned his head and glanced at Cheng Yue who was scratching his messy yellow hair. Sooner or later, he would shave this broken hair.

Looks best shaved.

Tang Jing quickly corrected his expression, and said seriously: "You order."

"Isn't your uncle from the Education Bureau?" Ji Xu asked.

"Yes." Tang Jing was still thinking about why Ji Xu asked him this suddenly, and the next second he remembered the child raised by Ji Xu's family, "That child is going to school?"

"Well, I don't know what school he went to in the United States, but the school records..." Ji Xu was interrupted by Tang Jing before he finished speaking.

"Whatever the family says, don't be rude to me." Tang Jing smiled, "There's nothing wrong with the school. I'll call you wherever you point. The problem is that the kid doesn't look like a serious student. Don't worry about arranging him, and he will run away when he turns around."

"Impossible." Ji Xu turned his head and glanced at Cheng Yue, who was wrapping himself into a ball with a quilt on the bed, and narrowed his eyes, "If he dares to run away, I'll beat him to death."

"Okay, I don't know how rascal you are and we have been classmates for decades." Tang Jing recalled Ji Xu's glorious deeds, and couldn't help but smacked his lips and sighed. When it became quieter, Zhiqu stopped, patted his chest and finally signed the ticket, "Send me a copy of the child's information, and I will take care of it. If you are in a hurry, you can take the child into prison tonight .”

"Just these two days." Ji Xu hung up the phone after finishing speaking, walked to the bed in two or three steps, and directly lifted the quilt wrapped into a ball.

Cheng Yue had just put on his trousers under the quilt with great effort, the pajamas on his upper body had already been taken off, and the trousers on his lower body were just half worn.

The whole body is neatly worn with that pair of underwear, but because of bending over, the underwear droops down a little, and the small buttocks are exposed

Ji Xu frowned, neither lifting the quilt to put it down nor taking it away.

Still, Cheng Yue blushed, and quickly pulled up his trousers, his action was swift and decisive, heroic and unrestrained.

It would be more perfect if the meat was not caught in the zipper and shouted and yelled.

Ji Xuchang sighed and looked helplessly at Cheng Yue who was standing on the bed covered in cold sweat, not daring to move.

How could you be so stupid.

"Come here." Ji Xu threw the things in his hand on the bed, approached the bed and beckoned him to come over.

"No." Cheng Yue was in so much pain that sweat came out on his forehead, and when he put his hand on the zipper, it hurt to pull it up, and it hurt to pull it down, and his face turned pale in an instant.

Ji Xuchang sighed, leaned over and slapped his hand away, and looked down carefully at the position where the zipper was stuck.

Cheng Yue gasped and looked down at Ji Xu, who was buried in front of his cock, a little nervous, his fists were clenched and then loosened, and his palms were sweating.

"Cheng Yue." Ji Xu suddenly looked up at him.

"Ah?" Cheng Yue frowned and looked at him uncomfortable.

"Do you know how many articles there are in our country's laws on the protection of minors?" Ji Xu asked.

"How do I know what juvenile protection is... ah!" Cheng Yue jumped up from the pain, covered his crotch with his hands, and sat down on his buttocks, crying loudly, "Can you give me a squeak?" !"

"Article 72." Ji Xu wiped his hands with a handkerchief.

"What?" Cheng Yue couldn't care about the pain because of the number he suddenly said, and after thinking about the question Ji Xu asked him above, Cheng Yue secretly cursed crazy.

"After washing your face, come over and eat first." Ji Xu said, turned and went out.

Cheng Yue was so angry that his dick hurt, but he didn't dare to resist. He knew that he was trying to divert attention for his own good.

It's just that the dick really hurts!

Ji Xu put the packaged vegetables into the microwave oven for a bit, and when he took them out, he happened to see Cheng Yue swinging out with his set of air blower.

Cheng Yue was originally walking with his legs crossed because of the pain in his penis, but when he smelled the scent, he immediately ran up.

Ji Xu looked at Cheng Yue's gobbling posture, frowned, and just wanted to tell him to eat more slowly, when the phone vibrated in his trouser pocket.

He took it out and took a look. It was a message from Tang Jing.

[The person has been contacted. My old uncle said that there is no problem. He directly gave it to No. [-] Middle School in Cyprus. The art school that the kid went to in the United States is quite famous, and he was admitted as a special student. You can take him to familiarize himself with it this afternoon. I will go to class directly tomorrow, and the school has been open for more than two weeks, and it will be difficult to delay the grades any longer】

After Ji Xu thanked him, he sat on the sofa and waited for Cheng Yue to finish his meal.

Cheng Yue ate quite vigorously, but he didn't eat too much, except for two big mouthfuls at the beginning, and a few mouthfuls of vegetables in the end, he just had a rabbit's stomach.

Cheng Yue took a last sip of water, touched his belly, sighed, walked over and lay down on the sofa.

Ji Xu frowned, stretched out his hand in disgust, turned him over and said, "Take your hair and go somewhere."

"Where are you going?" Cheng Yue touched his frizzed hair, went into the room and took a black peaked cap to press it down.

Ji Xu looked at him and asked, "Do you study literature or theory?"

Cheng Yue blinked his eyes at first, then stepped to the edge of the sofa in two or three quick steps, hugged the sofa like seeing his own mother, and said, "I won't go! I won't go to school!"

"One..." Ji Xu looked at him calmly and began to count, "Two..."

Cheng Yue curled his lips aggrieved, and finally couldn't bear Ji Xu's low pressure and stood up, whispering: "My mother said that no one goes to high school in China."

"Didn't your mother tell you?" Ji Xu grabbed his arm and pulled him away, "You have an elder brother and a second elder brother."

"Ah?" Cheng Yue was confused by him, "Did my mother say that?"

"I definitely didn't say, who are you?" Ji Xu replied, pulling people all the way, got off the elevator, and got into the car.

When Cheng Yue got into the car, he realized that what Ji Xu said was scolding him, and he wanted to refute with his eyes wide open.

"What do you see me doing?" Ji Xu asked while starting the car.

"Did you just..."

"Fasten your seat belt," Ji Xu said.

"Oh." Cheng Yue obediently fastened his safety belt.