The supper husband and wife are giving out sugar again

The people's teacher is a glorious and great image, but the work is really not easy. Xiao Wo lay on the bed for an unknown amount of time before falling asleep in a daze.

The first ray of sunshine in the morning is probably the singing of the first class of Xingxing Kindergarten.

"Chongerfei~Chongerfei~Who are you missing..."

Dozens of little radish heads sat upright in their small seats, singing the nursery rhymes taught to them by Teacher Xiao Wo yesterday in a baby voice.

After a song was sung, there was sparse applause from the two teachers.

"Wow~, the children sang so well, I applaud you." Xiao Wo praised the children below in an extremely exaggerated tone.

Xiao Nana glanced at the person next to her embarrassingly. Teacher Xiao, you are too exaggerated. Could this be an occupational disease of an actor?We have been dealing with children for so long, and we are not so exaggerated...

Xiao Wo was still applauding for them, completely unaware of what Teacher Nana next to him was complaining about.

Yang Ye went to bed very late yesterday, and now he is eating breakfast and standing in the back row of the director's office, hearing the exaggerated baritone voice on the monitor, he almost spits out a mouthful of porridge in his throat.

There was peace in Dong Dong's side. The principal of the school had to be busy, so he had to let Dong understand to take the whole class of children alone, which is called exercise.

The program team may have underestimated Dong Dao, a frail young man, or maybe, he received some advice from a secret person to take care of him.

In the classroom of Class Two, Teacher Dong Dong is holding a little boy with messy curly hair in his arms, sitting on a small mushroom-shaped chair, surrounded by other children.

"Zi Ming told the teacher, why are you crying?"

Dong Dong's voice was low, but not heavy, and he gently asked the little boy who was still sobbing in his arms.

Teddy Juan Ziming still cried himself, completely ignorant of Dong Dong and the friends next to him.

Dong Dao held Ziming's hand while comforting him, and took care of other children in the class with full patience.

After a long time, get out of class was over, and the children in the circle were quickly attracted by the bell, and rushed out to play.

"Hey, be careful."

The little boy who had finished crying lay in Dong Dao's arms, with his arms clung to Dong Dao's neck, and then he spoke out sobbingly.

"Mom, mom, let's go." The voice was as thin as a gossamer, very pitiful.

Mr. Dong understands his brows tightly when he heard the reason, and then he reacts again.

Touching the little boy's curly hair.

"Did mom go out to work?"

"Well, um"

The little boy's soft chin knocked on Dong Dong's shoulder.

"It's okay, mom will come back to pick up Ziming in a few days, right?"

Dong Dao softly comforted the little boy, and kept his eyes on the children running around outside, don't bump into them anymore.

"Well, I don't want my mother to work, my mother is always away, only my aunt."

The child on his shoulder seemed to be crying again. Dong Dong searched his pocket and took out a lollipop, which was given to his class by Su Meng yesterday.

Removed the candy wrapper to lure the little boy to eat candy, and continued to try his best to appease him.

"Mom will be at home, but if mom doesn't work, how can Ziming get candy..."

Compared with Dong Dong, Ye Tianming's situation is very bad. The children in the third class of junior high school compete with each other. They are young and big.

The little monkeys caused headaches for Ye Tianming, who had graduated from a physical education major, and Fei Qi, who had just started working.

In class, I was arguing for the teacher to tell a story, and the opinions on watching cartoons were not unified. I spontaneously raised my hands to vote which episode to watch, and the two bullies in the class almost got into a fight.

There really is no room for two tigers on one mountain.

After finally getting out of class, Ye Tianming, who was very tired, ran over to complain to Xiao Wo, but the child in his class over there knocked his knee, and Fei Qi couldn't handle it by himself, so he ran back hurriedly.Take the injured child to the infirmary.

The three-day "internship" time passed quickly, and the four guests together with the program group were stretched like a string, sometimes tightening and sometimes loosening.There are joys and sorrows.

After the recording of the program from Monday to Wednesday is completed, the editors will get the original film for processing and editing. By the end of the week, it will be broadcast on TV and on cooperative film and television platforms.

During these three days, Xiao Wo wiped the snot of the children in his class many times, and took care of the little boy to go to the toilet. He felt a lot, and he was very grateful to his parents and the teacher in the kindergarten when he was young. .

On Thursday afternoon, there was an in-studio shoot for a magazine. Su Meng drove the two of them back to Beijing in Xiao Wo's car.

"Actually, I think it's okay to be a teacher."

During the boring journey, Xiao Wo lay in the back row and chatted with Su Meng.

"Well, well, it's actually not easy to do anything, and I feel tired." Su Meng held the steering wheel and glanced at her boss through the rearview mirror.

"Then are you tired of being Ben Shuai's assistant?"

"It's super tiring, big brother."

"..."

The person lying in the back was silent, fiddling with the phone in his hand.

Su Meng looked at the navigation and arrived home in about ten minutes.

Since Director Xiao and Teacher Lin didn't go home at noon, Xiao Nanshen, who was handicapped, went to the assistant's house so that he could work in the afternoon.

Poor little assistant, who is also a driver and a nanny, and has to be his boss's sycophant.

Dong Dao went back to Beijing, Hou Yucheng's villa in the reserved car.

It seems that knowing that Dong Dao is back, Hou Yucheng leaves work early.

Dong Dao was idle for a long time, cleaning up and down the villa.Hou Yucheng doesn't like having outsiders in the house, and the cleaning has always been called a temporary worker.

After mopping the floor on the first floor, Dong Dao started cooking dinner again.Four dishes and one soup, fruit platter.

The dining table was very quiet, occasionally there was a crisp sound of chopsticks hitting the bowl.Dong understand did not dare to speak, silently ate the rice in the bowl.

"The soup is good."

The stern man at the main seat opened his mouth, and Dong Dao shook his hand holding the rice bowl.

"Then drink more." Putting down the bowl and chopsticks, Dong Dao wanted to serve the man with soup.

Hou Yucheng handed the soup bowl to Dong Dong, and the mobile phone at hand rang.

Dong understood stood up to serve the soup, and saw the contact on the phone screen, Yuhan.

The ringing bell reverberated coldly in the large space, but Dong Dao felt a throbbing pain in his heart.

The owner of the mobile phone answered the call unhurriedly.

"Yuhan." The voice seemed much softer than before.

Dong Dong put the bowl in front of Hou Yucheng and sat down to eat quietly.

The high-end mobile phone leaked a small sound, but Dong understood it all.

"In the villa, my house." Hou Yucheng took the wild celery in his mouth with chopsticks, chewed it in his mouth crisply, and squeezed out the slightly bitter juice to flow on his tongue.

Dong understand also clip a piece.

"Tomorrow, I will pick you up"

"What do you want to eat? I'll make a reservation."

Dong Dao poked the rice in the bowl, and the food in his mouth lost its taste.

"Well, see you tomorrow." The man leaned back on the chair and agreed.

After he hung up the phone, Hou Yucheng continued to drink soup, Dong Dao glanced at him extremely quickly, and started to eat again.

After tidying up everything, Dong Dong went to take a shower, while Hou Yucheng stayed in the study.

The man who finished dealing with the company's affairs pushed open the mahogany door of the bedroom, and saw the man cooking and serving soup for himself, or rather, the boy.

Dong Dong had just finished taking a shower, and there were still some drops of water on the tips of his hair. He was only wearing a white shirt by Hou Yucheng. The hem of the shirt hung down to the bottom of his thighs, just covering the tip of the man's buttocks, revealing a pair of thin and long white legs. If you just look at the lower body, it is not surprising to be recognized as a woman.

The man closed the door with one hand and walked to the bed, pushed the pretty stunner to sit on the bed, and raised the man's chin with one hand.

The ends of the eyes were a little red, and the gentle eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of mist. Facing Hou Yucheng's obsidian eyes, it was like water meeting fire.I don't know whether it was cremated water or water dissolved fire.

The hand in the trouser pocket was pulled out at some point, and he pushed the man down on the bed. He stretched his big palm into Dong Dong's leg, and touched the opening of the acupuncture point back, it was slippery and tender.

"Have you done it yourself?" The voice was as low as Shura who had just come out of hell, and his other hand was walking on Dong Dao's body.

The person under him was softened by the teasing, and secretly mocked himself.

Dong understand, Dong understand, I really deserve you to be so cheap.

"Well... I've done it..."

Without further words, Hou Yucheng took off the clothes on the two of them three times, five times and two times, and turned upside down on the bed, hugging/low/panting/coquettish/groaning/twitching/moving.

The next day, Dong understand woke up, already ten o'clock in the morning.Beside the pillow, there is no longer the smell of the person from last night.The slight swelling and pain under his body reminded him of his madness yesterday, Dong Dao got out of the bed with his waist, and left this hometown of grievances.