The domineering husband and wife of the cruel school god

Duan Changhan's birthday is in June, just one week before the final exam, so he invites everyone to get together.

On Saturday, Wu Jing went to Yan Xinguang's house, planning to go to the street together after dinner to pick out gifts for Duan Changhan.

When Uncle Chen saw him this time, he finally didn't have to hold back his panic anymore, and he called out the little young master, not to mention how cheerful and natural it was, which made Wu Jing blush.

Looking back last time, he only regarded it as Uncle Chen’s personal habit, for example, he called Yan Xinguang Young Master, and when he saw a little boy who looked smaller and tender, he called him Little Young Master, but now it seems that it is not the case at all. thing.

Fortunately, Wu Jing has always been thick-skinned and does not regard himself as an outsider, but now he really is not an outsider, and only has more fun.

He first went to the kitchen to order some of his favorite dishes, then stepped on his slippers and went upstairs to see Yan Xinguang's collection.

In fact, Yan Xinguang doesn't have any special hobbies, except for running on the treadmill step by step, or shooting and shooting targets, it's all for exercising now - he failed to go to a military academy, and there is one less choice in the future, but for For a person like him who can do everything easily, it doesn't matter which way he goes. Wu Jing has no doubt that his teacher Yan is a first-class worker even if he is going to paint the walls.

That's right, now Wu Jingzheng is immersed in a state of brainless worship every day.

When Wu Jing went up, Yan Xinguang was sitting on a solid wooden chair in his room and flipping through a book. His chin was propped up, his slender legs were propped up casually, and the profile of his face was as exquisite as a sculpture. Seeing him coming up, he tilted his head and smiled , beckoning to him: "Come here."

Wu Jingsan jumped over in two steps, pulled out the book he was holding in his hand, and flipped through it curiously, "What is this?"

Yan Xinguang smiled and said, "My brother-in-law gave it to me, and I have never seen it before. Don't you want to think about what gift to give to Lao Duan? Let me see what others have given me in the past to find inspiration."

The book was as thick as a brick, weighed about three or four catties, and the color was pink. Looking at it again, it said "30 days, teach you to have a confident and shiny smile" on the cover.

Wu Jing: "..."

Wu Jing laughed dryly: "Hehe, it's really your uncle's style, you haven't taken it out to see it?"

Yan Xinguang stuffed the book back on the bookshelf, pulled Wu Jing over and sat on his lap, pointed to a wall and said, "Well, many of these are gifts from others."

Wu Jing followed his finger to look, and saw a large storage cabinet, the transparent cabinet door was full of all kinds of books, as well as all kinds of limited edition figures, inkstones, and even jade articles that were very valuable at first glance. , of all kinds.

With Yan Xinguang's family status, there must be a lot of people who give him gifts during festivals or birthdays to curry favor with him or even get closer to him. However, few people know what he likes, so most people give him expensive gifts. What, some people simply dismissed him as a child.

Wu Jing used to take out the limited edition figure of One Piece and put it in his hand for a long time to play with, laughing happily, and asked: "Who gave this to you? How could I give you such a thing hahahahaha, just look at it I don't understand you, is our Teacher Yan the kind of kid who likes animation?"

Yan Xinguang saw that his smiling face was wrinkled, rosy like a peach, and fluffy, and his heart was tender. After thinking about it, he said: "I really don't remember who gave this. You Do you like this? If you like it, I will give it to you."

Wu Jing raised her eyebrows, "It was given to you by someone else, why are you just borrowing flowers to offer Buddha so casually? Hey, Teacher Yan, I find that you are too unkind."

"Why am I being unkind again?"

Wu Jing turned over and sat up, and said clearly, "Look, when someone gives you a gift, you don't even remember who gave it to you, and you still leave it at home to accumulate dust without even looking at it, and even more so, you just agree to give it to me casually." Others, what do you make those who give gifts think?"

Yan Xinguang laughed.

But he didn't say that these are actually the tip of the iceberg of all kinds of things he received. When he was a cold and indifferent young lady with a pot head, there were a lot of people trying to please him to get closer to his father. Relationship, not to mention the limited edition figures of One Piece, there are even pocket guns.

The reason why these things are placed in this villa or his room is not because he loves these collections so much, but because when he moved here, Ji Ran disliked him, a 16-year-old half-old child, and there were only so many things. , The room is so rigid, not sunny and handsome at all, so I forced to pack some things for "decoration".

Yan Xinguang blinked, pinched his face and said, "I will keep the things you gave me, and I will not give them to anyone."

Wu Jing snorted, "If you dare to give the things I gave you to others, I will bite you to death."

As he said that, he was about to pull up his sleeves, making a gesture to bite on him.

The two quarreled upstairs for most of the day, until Uncle Chen yelled loudly for dinner below.

The cook at Yan Xinguang's family made things that suit Wu Jing's appetite as always, and the spiciness is moderate, which not only perfectly satisfies his need for spicy food, but also does not cause stomach ache from spicy food.

It's just that when the two of them were eating, Uncle Chen stood by, helping to add lemon juice and milk jugs from time to time.

Wu Jing was a little embarrassed and not used to it, he looked at Yan Xinguang, then at Uncle Chen, and said, "Uncle Chen, do you want to come over and eat together?"

Uncle Chen said very elegantly and decently: "Don't worry about me, young master."

Wu Jing gave a dry "Oh", stuffed a piece of fish into his mouth, and chewed it depressedly.

There are only the two of them on such a big table, and the table is full of dishes. When will we have to eat...

There is also Teacher Yan, how pitiful, I usually eat alone at home, this unlucky child.

Probably because Wu Jing's sympathetic eyes were too conspicuous, Yan Xinguang raised his head to look at Uncle Chen, and said calmly, "Uncle Chen, let's sit down and eat together."

Uncle Chen was stunned for a while by the young master's words, and then nodded again and again, "Hey!"

After finishing speaking, Yan Xinguang turned to Wu Jing, knocked on the seat next to him, "Sit over here."

Wu Jing was dumbfounded: "Huh?"

"Take a bite and take a look at me..."

This look of grievance is too obvious...

This table is really very long, and two people sit at the two ends, and their favorite food is placed in front of them, but this way, it seems that there is no human touch at all, and the distance is so far that even the sound of each other's knives and forks clinking plates can be heard. Can't hear.

"Oh!"

Wu Jing hugged his own plate and sat there, and ate the fat beef with abalone sauce that his teacher Yan personally fed into his mouth!

After eating, the two of them were playing games in the living room. Wu Jing lay on Yan Xinguang's stomach, and suddenly felt that the touch under his head was very good. After thinking about it, he touched his hand up, and said with an evil smile: "Mr. Yan, you This small abdominal muscle is not bad, when will you take me to practice?"

"Yes." Yan Xinguang said, rubbing Wu Jing's belly, and said with a smile, "Why is it so soft?"

"..."

Wu Jing pressed it indiscriminately, lying dead, and rushed over to harass him to prevent him from beating him, "Because I was full just now! This is not meat! When I was not so full, I still had... two yuan."