Old Gong secretly loves me [Rebirth]

Zhou Qingyue looked at the phone in a daze. Just now he flipped through Tang Liang's test paper, and it was indeed full.

Qiao Heng also saw this message and frowned slightly.

Zhou Qingyue stuffed the phone into his pocket, and said in a relaxed tone, "Let's go, where is your home?"

Qiao Heng's home is not far from the school, it can even be said to be very close.

He took Zhou Qingyue back and gave him a pair of slippers from the shoe rack. Zhou Qingyue was distracted while holding on to the door.

A gust of wind blew and closed the open door.

Qiao Heng didn't have time to reach out to push the door, when he heard Zhou Qingyue hiss.

Zhou Qingyue was still distracted when he was caught by the door. Before he could take a look, Qiao Heng grabbed his hand. Qiao Heng lowered his head and looked carefully before saying: "It's a little red, I'll get you some medicine."

Just as he was about to say that it was too much of a fuss, the door of the master bedroom of the house was opened. There was a tall woman standing on the door of the bedroom. She was a little thin and frightening. The legs under the skirt looked like chopsticks. It is the abdomen, which holds up the skirt roundly.

Qiao Heng froze for a moment, "Mom, why did you come out?"

Zhou Qingyue's mind went blank for an instant. He had never seen Qiao Heng's relatives before. This was the first time. He was like a marionette. He didn't know where to put his hands and feet.

Qiao's mother smiled, her former style was faintly visible, and she had a quiet temperament.

She stretched out her hand to support her abdomen, and her voice was soft and sweet: "This is your friend? It's been a long time since you brought friends back. The last time... It seems to be when you were in the third grade."

Qiao Heng just said indifferently: "Well, I'll cook first, you can go back to the bedroom and rest."

It is said to be mother and child, but the communication is like ordinary people.

Zhou Qing lowered his eyes, and was stunned when he just entered the door.He thought that Qiao Heng had always been the young master, and would at least take him to a hardcover apartment or small villa, but he never thought that this kind of old ordinary suite - just like ordinary people.

Qiao Heng entered the kitchen, Zhou Qingyue looked at Mother Qiao, and suddenly felt a little embarrassed, so he could only smile subconsciously, and shouted: "Hello, Auntie."

Mother Qiao put her hand on the door frame and comforted him with a smile: "It's okay, don't be nervous, you play, and Auntie goes back to the bedroom to rest. But Auntie is not in good health and can't entertain you anymore."

Zhou Qingyue breathed a sigh of relief, "Auntie, take a rest, I'll help." After speaking, he followed into the kitchen.

Qiao Heng was turning on the tap to wash the vegetables, and the surrounding atmosphere was a bit low-pressure.

Relieved, Zhou Qingyue went directly to him, put his head on his hands, and asked, "Do you want me to help?"

Qiao Heng didn't give him a look, and said in a flat tone: "No, I invited you to dinner, why don't you do it."

Zhou Qingyue hesitated to speak: ...

Qiao Heng raised her eyebrows: "Are you afraid that I won't be able to eat what I cook?"

Zhou Qingyue blinked: "This is..."

Qiao Heng: "That's what I said, it has nothing to do with you, right?"

Zhou Qingyue: "You..."

Qiao Heng: "How do I know?"

Zhou Qingyue gritted his teeth, not giving him a chance to grab the words, "It's not this sentence, you are a dog!"

Qiao Heng recalled Chen Guangyi's reaction, tilted his head and said, "Wang?"

Fuck, Zhou Qingyue was so cute that he couldn't be more cute, so cute and angry.

I had no choice but to pick up the washed shallots and asked viciously, "Scallions or scallions!"

"chopped green onion"

He directly picked up the knife, and the sound of deding resounded all over the kitchen, very hard.

Qiao Heng was taken aback for a moment, and just wanted to say that this is chopping shallots, not finely chopped green onions.

Looking at the angry Zhou Qingyue again, "Pfft...".He couldn't help laughing, and it took him a while to realize that it seemed a little too presumptuous.

He flicked his hand in the water twice, lowered his eyes, it was too sharp just now.

The low-pressure atmosphere in the kitchen was broken up by the irritable sound of chopping onions, and the corn bone soup cooking next to it began to smell, lingering in the kitchen.

After returning, Zhou Qingyue was most surprised by Qiao Heng's cooking skills.

Qiao Heng seems to have many talents, and every skill can be fully utilized.

Zhou Qingyue gritted his teeth while eating, as if the meat he ate was Qiao Heng's meat, and he almost couldn't stand up after eating it unconsciously.

Seeing him frowning and rubbing his stomach, Mother Qiao couldn't help laughing, her eyes were crooked.

Zhou Qingyue's bowels were full of regrets. It was the first time he came to Qiao Heng's house, but Qiao Heng's mother laughed at him because he was full of food, which was embarrassing.

Qiao Heng also laughed, looking at someone who was dying of embarrassment and anger, and brought him into his room to prevent him from dying of embarrassment and anger.

Zhou Qingyue was extremely shy, covering his face to the wall, acting like an unknown ostrich.

Qiao Heng smiled and said, "Are you shy?"

"Don't be shy, isn't it just that you just stood up and couldn't stand firmly, and then fell back down?"

Zhou Qingyue covered his face and broke down, "Please shut up."

Qiao Heng suppressed a smile: "Okay, I won't tell anyone about it, as long as I know it." After a pause, he continued to laugh: "My mother also knows."

A certain person's head almost went to the crack of the wall, because Qiao Heng and Qiao's mother knew that he was the one who broke down the most. If it was Chen Guangyi, not only would he not care, but he would go back.

Qiao Heng was afraid of teasing him again, Zhou Qingyue was about to bang his head against the wall, and said with a smile that he was going to wash the dishes and let him digest in the room.

Zhou Qingyue waited for the door to close before slowly letting go, scolding himself for shame in his heart, and couldn't help scanning the bedroom.

Qiao Heng's bedroom is clean and tidy, with few things. The entrance is a wardrobe, next to it is a bed, and next to it is a writing desk.

There are several high school supplementary books and a pen holder on the table, which is very simple.

Sitting on the bed, Zhou Qingyue reached out to touch the sheets. The feel of the sheets seemed incompatible with the surroundings, but it was more in line with Qiao Heng.

It's as simple as it was just after moving in.

He was still thinking wildly, and the closed door was knocked lightly twice.

Qiao Heng is Qiao's mother here, and Qiao Heng will not knock on the door when he comes in.

Zhou Qingyue stood up quickly, "Auntie."

Mother Qiao pushed open the door gently, her whole body was very gentle, "Hello, do you mind if Auntie chats with you?"

Zhou Qing Yue Qi Ai Ai: "No, I don't care."

He always felt guilty when facing Qiao's mother. After all, he abducted other people's sons in his previous life.

Qiao's mother smiled, "What's the name? Qiao Heng hasn't brought friends back for a long time. I'm afraid he won't get along well with his classmates."

Zhou Qingyue said dumbly: "Auntie, my surname is Zhou. The breeze is clear, and the climbing is Yue. I am in the class next to Qiao Heng. I met him during military training. He even sent me to the hospital when I had a stomachache. He is very nice. Everyone in their class said he was a bad class, and the teacher liked him too."

Mother Qiao couldn't help laughing again.

After Qiao's mother laughed, Zhou Qingyue's heart collapsed. What he said was too formal and sounded too fake, just like the classmates who wrote it on paper.

Qiao Heng had just dried his hands after washing the dishes when he saw Zhou Qingyue in his room with a blank expression.

Mother Qiao seemed to like him very much, and even reached out to pat him on the shoulder to comfort him, then turned to her son and said, "Xiaoheng, why don't you let Qingyue accompany you to finish your homework before going back?"

After she finished speaking, she turned her head to ask Zhou Qingyue's opinion softly, "Qingyue, how about it, Auntie will cut some fruit for you later and bring you some snacks. You can accompany Qiao Heng."

Qiao Heng suppressed the corners of his mouth with a smile when he heard this, and went to pull Zhou Qingyue up from the bed, and said lightly: "Not everyone does homework when they come back like me, Zhou Qingyue has something else to do, I dragged him to our house for dinner Yes, I will send him back first."

Before Zhou Qingyue could say anything, Qiao Heng grabbed his wrist and dragged him out of the door. His wrist hurt a little, which shows how hard he was.

Qiao Heng said flatly, "Don't worry about my mother."

Zhou Qingyue didn't care, after all, it's normal for parents to persuade their children to do their homework, "It's okay, my mother is also like this,...then I'll go back first."

He stopped Qiao Heng who was about to send him off, "Don't send him off, I'm going back, bye."

Qiao Heng looked at the stairs until he couldn't see anyone at all, then turned back.

Mother Qiao still smiled dignifiedly, and her mood was much more relaxed than usual, "You can bring more classmates and friends back to play in the future. Zhou Qingyue is very cute. He seems to be very afraid of me, and I don't know why."

Qiao Heng lowered his head to change his shoes, and only responded lightly.I don't know whether to answer the previous sentence or the latter sentence.

Looking at her son who was still indifferent, Mother Qiao sighed.

During the two days of the holiday, the class group of the No. [-] Middle School was filled with the joy of anticipating the start of school.

There was only an unusual silence.

The photos of the two test papers and a screenshot of a sentence were circulated in the group.

Ever since Zhou Qing posted these three pictures, only Zhao Yangling immediately applauded,

[Zhao Yangling]: Good, good, really good.This face hurts from the beating, and I don't know if it will be hot when I hold it first.

The people in the group seemed to be silenced by all members, and no one spoke.

On the surface, it was like this, but in private, he chatted with several people for more than ten pages, and some people formed a few small groups, including Zhao Yangling and Zhou Qingyue.

[Wind Blowing → Hair]: That's Tang Liangben's test paper, right?

[Qiu × The Season of Rain]: It must be, he also circulated it to the four or five groups, did you forget?This kind of person just shows off, and refuses to give the answer, but passes his own test paper.

[Kuang Ye]: I heard that he beat Zhou Qingyue's score, is it true or not?

[Wind blowing → hair]: Really, I have read all of Zhou Qingyue's test papers, not just 79, okay?

[Kuang Ye]: What's the use of him fighting for the first place? It's just a quiz.

[Qiu × The Season of Rain]: Who knows, I must be sick in my head, thinking about number one every day.

[Wind Blowing → Hair]: He was originally sick. The teacher trusted him and corrected the test papers for him. As a result, he secretly copied the answers himself and lowered the grades of his classmates. Just for this comparison, I guess he was upset when he heard the teacher praise Zhou Qingyue. Balance it.

[Cold boy]: Heh, habitual offender.

Zhao Yangling's ridicule is still so cruel.

[Love Bu Afraid of Pain]: This kind of person is so scary, what will he do against us in the future.

[Wind Blowing → Hair]: Tell the other students.

Zhou Qingyue directly blocked the group, and didn't see any news.

Until the morning reading on the first day of school, Mr. Xie entered the quiet classroom with his hands behind his back, and shouted impatiently, "Zhou Qingyue, come to the office."