Qin Zhiyuan and Qiao Fan

When Qin Zhiyuan came out of the bathroom, Qiao Fan was sitting on the sofa with his back arched and lying on the small tea table as high as the sofa doing the test papers. He was so serious and focused that he didn't even notice Qin Zhiyuan walked beside him.

Qin Zhiyuan was very surprised. Qiao Fan was still in the mood and energy to study when he had gone to work, fought, and was homeless. This must be supported by such a great belief.

"You're such a cow, aren't you sleepy after three o'clock?"

"Damn, I was scared to death, you didn't make a 'squeak' when the fuck came over." Qiao Fan's hand trembled, and the tip of the pen turned a corner on the test paper.

"Squeak..." Qin Zhiyuan dragged out his voice, "Stop swearing at me again."

Qiao Fan was stunned, and he had no scruples about speaking when he relaxed his body and mind, but this man really made a 'squeak'. He looked young, but his mind was young.

"The font of your ghostly talisman is really..." Qin Zhiyuan suddenly stroked his hand lightly in a mischievous manner, "I'm really sorry for your white and slender hands."

"I c... ah" Qiao Fan swallowed the word 'fuck' back, his eyes widened in shock, "You are so fucking naive."

"Who the hell?" Qin Zhiyuan raised his voice.

"I'm fucking fine, Mr. Qin, I was wrong, I promise not to swear in front of you in the future, okay." Qiao Fan is a man under someone else's roof, so he has to bow his head.

"Okay, hardworking young man, you can do what you want, I'm going to bed."

Qin Zhiyuan yawned and entered the bedroom. He really couldn't bear it any longer. If Fang Hefei hadn't yelled to meet him today, he would have fallen asleep long ago, and he wouldn't have picked up such a child for no reason.

Lying on the bed, his thoughts drifted again. He is only 27, not 37 years old. Why does it always feel like a middle-aged person? Now even the number of masturbation is gradually decreasing.

And this Qiao Fan, a high school student, missed his evening self-study to go to work, his family must be very difficult, and his brain circuit is always not on the same channel as him.

Just like that, Qin Zhiyuan fell asleep in a daze amidst random thoughts.

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