My old attack is too strong

Forcibly brought into the world of the rich, Qiao Yu is incompetent!

Although it is not the first time for him to come to this kind of place, he has been to almost everything part-time before, so he still knows a little bit about the rules.

So he can be sure of the first point, at least people who are dressed so casually like him are generally not allowed to enter this kind of venue.

But He Zhengwen didn't care about this, and took him in anyway.

Qiao Yu had four words in her mind at this time, feeling like she was sitting on pins and needles.

This is probably more uncomfortable than being fucked by this person all night, and it feels strange to do anything.

Qiao Yu was still awkward, but He Zhengwen said abruptly, "Stomach hurts again?"

"Ah, no." Qiao Yu smiled awkwardly, "After seeing Dr. Mo, I don't have any problems."

"Hmm." He Zhengwen only uttered a single sound, making it difficult to understand what he meant.

Qiao Yu didn't know what He Zhengwen was thinking, all he knew was that he seemed to order a lot of good things. From this point of view, it felt like nourishing the body and nourishing the blood.

On that day, Qiao Yu set a label for He Zhengwen: hold grudges.

He still remembered that He Zhengwen once said that when he recovers his body, he will know that there are certain things that cannot be said.

Qiao Yu trembled with his hands, he was hesitating whether he should eat it or not.

If he doesn't eat, He Zhengwen will be angry, right?If he ate it, he would have to pay the price for what he had done sooner or later.

After thinking about it, no matter what you do, it's a terrible thing!

However, he was not given any time to hesitate, and He Zhengwen simply said, "Eat."

Without saying a word, Qiao Yu chose to eat obediently.

When he almost vomited after eating, Qiao Yu secretly glanced at He Zhengwen and found that this man was a devil.

What the hell is that dissatisfied face!

"You eat so little." He Zhengwen's tone was also dissatisfied. He glanced at Qiao Yu's portion, but he was still not satisfied no matter what.

"Everyone is different, you can't use your standards to put me on me." Qiao Yu tried hard to suppress the feeling of being overwhelmed, and said as calmly as possible.

He Zhengwen didn't answer him, but the look in his eyes meant that Qiao Yu fully understood.

Scum.

Yes, that's right, absolutely, exactly.

In He Zhengwen's eyes, Qiao Yu saw that he felt worthless, which made him feel confused, but he just couldn't eat it. Why does it seem that he is someone who can't do anything?

Wronged.

Fortunately, He Zhengwen didn't force him to finish eating, otherwise Qiao Yu thought that he might really starve to death.

Back at the apartment, Mo Chenyue had just timed the time to come over to tutor Qiao Yu, but when he saw that Qiao Yu seemed to be on the verge of being unable to hold on, he couldn't help but burst out laughing after learning about the situation.

"You're so weak." When Mo Chenyue heard how much Qiao Yu ate, he nearly died laughing.

A normal rice bowl, and then only ate half a bowl of rice?

What the hell, he remembered that he could eat a bowl of rice when he was three years old.

Qiao Yu took out the textbook with a blank expression, "Now is the study time."

"Okay, okay, study time... Hey, but I said, you are like what the old man said, cat food." Sure enough, Mo Chenyue still couldn't let go of this joke easily.

He was really surprised. He never thought that Qiao Yu's portion would be so small. He thought he was just unwell, which caused his appetite to drop.

Looking at it now, it turned out to be such an exaggeration. No wonder I said I would have a stomachache because I was hungry.

If you eat less, it will be even worse if you don't eat.

Qiao Yu tried her best not to explode, but Mo Chenyue was still laughing, so he couldn't help but patted the table.

"The poor can't eat so much, I can't bear you to protest to God! Smile, laugh, laugh!"

Not only did he want to complain, but Qiao Yu also gave Mo Chenyue a supercilious look. This was a joke for laughing at others.

Mo Chen became more and more sluggish. Although he knew that Qiao Yu's character was not a very well-behaved type, he never expected that he would explode like this.

Moreover, "Aren't you afraid of that guy He Zhengwen?" Mo Chenyue continued to be surprised.

Now that it was said, Qiao Yu had to be proud.

"I've seen it just now. He should be taking a shower. He won't be able to get out for a while, and he won't be able to hear the sound." Otherwise, he wouldn't be so bold.

Qiao Yu has all the situations in her hands, and knows when she can be arrogant and when she can't.

Mo Chenyue really couldn't laugh anymore, but he still stretched out his hand and rubbed Qiao Yu's head, "Sorry, I didn't do it on purpose, I couldn't control it."

"Oh." Qiao Yu replied blankly, this apology was really insincere.

"But if you say that, I can understand why his face is so stinky." Mo Chenyue smiled silently, "Okay, let's help you with counseling."

"Wait, what did you mean just now?" Qiao Yu couldn't pretend that he couldn't hear.

Mo Chenyue shrugged, "Guess."

Qiao Yu was silent. He suddenly wanted to hit someone. Now that He Zhengwen is away, maybe he can try it?

But after all the brain operations, Qiao Yu decided to calm down. After all, Mo Chenyue was still his tutor for the time being.

After the two-hour study time was over, He Zhengwen must have finished cleaning, and Qiao Yu was sure about the time.

After studying, he immediately took his clothes and went to take a shower, next step?

That is of course sleeping by yourself.

He Zhengwen didn't stop Qiao Yu either, he had already seen through Qiao Yu's little thoughts, and now he was too lazy to find him out.

Mo Chenyue held a bottle of red wine and two glasses, "A drink?"

He Zhengwen didn't refuse, and walked to the balcony.

Holding a glass of red wine each, Mo Chen glanced at Qiao Yu who was still hiding in the bathroom. He couldn't help but smile, "You value him more than I imagined."

"It has nothing to do with you." He Zhengwen shook his red wine glass, his tone was cold and indifferent, he didn't intend to tell Mo Chenyue too much about Qiao Yu.

But Mo Chenyue was in high spirits, "Is it really okay? Although I don't have too many thoughts looking at him, but just looking at you, I have a lot of thoughts."

He Zhengwen took a sip of the red wine, he wanted to let himself go and ignore Mo Chenyue.

"He just ate a little less, so it shouldn't have anything to do with you, right? It's not something you can control." Mo Chen began to babble, seeing that He Zhengwen still ignored him, and went straight to him. Let me add a word.

"However, he is indeed too thin."

After a while, Mo Chenyue got the answer he wanted as expected.

"He is indeed too thin, he has to find a way to gain weight." He Zhengwen was serious.

Once you are too serious, it is easier to become a laughing stock.

"Fattening?" Mo Chen nearly missed his glass of red wine, "You raise him like a pig? You can't talk about body conditioning, but you want to talk about fattening?"

He Zhengwen: "...shut up."

Slip of the tongue, why care so much.