Abduct a school bully to be his daughter-in-law

The corridor was empty, and Zou Qian’s voice was loud, and it’s not an exaggeration to say that the sound that came out was deafening. The sensor lights on several floors were turned on, but the sky was already dark. Although the residents living in the small apartment I feel puzzled, and few people come out to watch it.

Zou Qian left angrily, and when the sensor lights in the corridor went out, the person hiding in the alleyway came out resentfully, her fingers kept digging her ears, it seemed that she was seriously bombed.

He looked up at the countless windows in the small apartment building, and couldn't tell which one belonged to the end of the season.

Jun Jue stood downstairs for a while, when the phone rang in his pocket, he finished answering the phone, turned around and left.

So he didn't see that not long after he left, the end of the season went downstairs again.

The delivery clerk of the fast food restaurant starts work at eleven o'clock in the morning, so he can stay in bed until ten o'clock tomorrow morning. Before that, he still has a part-time job to do...

Jun Jue didn't know that after returning to the apartment at the end of the season, he didn't take a break. When he came home, the smell of the food was savory, and the table was full of delicious food, just looking at it whetted the appetite.

"You went to the Internet cafe with your friends again? Why did you come back so late?"

As soon as Jun Jue showed his shadow in front of the dining table, Lin Xin, who was cooking in the kitchen, caught him straight: "I don't wash my hands again, go wash up before eating."

"Mom, what delicious food are you making?" Jun Jue was not embarrassed to be caught, so he took a bite and sneaked into the kitchen.

"What can I eat? My aunt is on leave today and she's not here, let's make do with it today." Lin Xin glanced at his son, who was taller than him by more than a head, and said softly, "You went to the Internet cafe with your friends again? Why are you so so? Come back late."

"No, where can I go to the Internet cafe every day? I met a classmate working part-time on the way today, so I went to help him." Jun Jue nonsense without changing his face.

But Lin Xin obviously didn't believe her son, Mo Ruomu. She laughed and said, "It's just you? It's good if you don't cause trouble for others."

"Really, it's in a fast food restaurant on the other side of Siwei Street. You can't believe it."

"Then you have to make people believe it, right? Other people's children are starting to support themselves, and you are still idle and not motivated." Lin Xin shook his head, took a plate and started cooking the dishes in the pot.

Jun Jue was very disapproving of his words, curled his lips and said: "He went to work to earn a living, and our family is not short of money. You let me support myself, aren't you torturing a minor?"

"Then it's good to think of it as a practice experience... Forget it, I can't tell you clearly, put the dishes on the table, go wash your hands and call your dad to come down for dinner."

"Oh." Jun Jue went to serve the food resignedly. He was going to go to the study, but when he thought of something, he suddenly turned around and said, "Hey, mom, if I really go out to work, will you agree?"

"Then why don't you agree? As long as you are willing to go, you, mother, I can't wait to see you."

"You want me to move bricks?"

"Just you? You'll have to run back crying in less than a day."

"What a real mother." Jun Jue muttered, and went upstairs to call someone, secretly thinking about the possibility of going to work.

The next day, Jun Jue slept until noon, and Lin Xin felt sorry for his son's poor sleep at school, so he didn't wake him up.

After waking up, he simply ate something and went out. He remembered the working hours at the end of the season, and went directly to the fast food restaurant, which happened to catch up with the time when he went out to deliver food at the end of the season.

Seeing the motorcycle's license plate fading away, Jun Jue opened the door and entered the store.

He went to the foreman who spoke to the end of the season yesterday, and wanted to find out if there was still a shortage of people in the fast food restaurant, but the answer was a pity that they had enough people.

After thanking him, Jun Jue sat down in the corner where he sat yesterday, waiting for the delivery of food at the end of the season.

Maybe he didn't even realize that whenever the thin figure at the end of the season appeared at the door of the fast food restaurant, his dull eyes would light up for a moment, and then he watched him leave, and he began to fall into a state of trance again.

I don't know if it's an illusion, but he always feels that the end of the season looks a little more tired than yesterday, obviously yesterday he went back early and went to work late, so it's not because he didn't have a good rest, right?

Jun Jue shook his head, shook off the unreliable thoughts in his head, secretly thought that he was meddling in his own business, and was really worried about leaving, so he sat until the end of the season when he got off work.

Accustomed to wandering around with his eyes glued to that person all day long, he has never been noticed. He has been subconsciously watching Ji Mo's every move, so when his eyes met Ji Mo's big black eyes, he was really surprised. I was taken aback.

Seeing the person approaching step by step, he was as motionless as nailed to the armchair, turning his head mechanically.

"You have something to do with me?"

Because Ji Mo was standing, Jun Jue had to look up at him, and because of his guilty conscience, he felt that Ji Mo's gaze was very oppressive. He said, "How do you know I'm here?"

Don't you turn your eyes?

At the end of the season, he frowned, and the foreman told him that this person had been waiting for him all afternoon before he came over. Now it seems that he had misunderstood.

At this moment of silence, Jun Jue thought of several reasons why he appeared here, and was about to explain a few words to that person, but saw another figure from behind.

Jun Jue: "..."

He took out his phone to check the time, and he didn't bother to chase it anymore. Anyway, at this time, there is only one place to go at the end of the season: school.

It is said that there is a whole day off on Sunday, but it is superficial, and the self-study in the evening still needs to be called.

When Jun Jue returned to the classroom, he saw a person lying on his stomach in the middle seat. As for why he was lying on his stomach, he also wanted to know, it was just a fast food delivery, is it so tiring to ride a motorcycle back and forth several times?

He pouted contemptuously.

They went back to the school by stepping on the clock, and the bell for the self-study class rang soon. After the roll call, the monitor arranged for the self-study, and the classroom became quiet. Almost everyone was studying by themselves, but Jun Jue propped his head in daze.

And the object of his daze was naturally someone who was sleeping on his stomach in front.

I thought he was just dozing off for a while, but he didn't expect that the class was almost over, and the man showed no signs of waking up. Jun Jue felt puzzled, but soon he stopped doubting, because...he was also sleepy.

"Hey, I'll sleep for a while, you help me keep an eye on it." He patted the person beside him, and told him to lie down and sleep.

The person next to him quickly slapped him. As his deskmate, he felt that it was necessary to prevent this person from neglecting his studies.

"Are you sleeping again? I thought you could stay awake today? Get up quickly, this class is almost over, can't you sleep in the next class? If you are caught, I won't help you. "

"Who cares? If you don't take it, you don't take it. Anyway, I'm not the only one who died." Jun Jue muttered.

"Who else?" The tablemate looked up, only to find a sleepy person: "You're not talking about the end of the season, are you?"

"……Um."

"What, can you be the same as him? He sleeps without delaying his study, can you?"

"Are you good at studying? Do you believe it if Liz gets serious and beats him by ten blocks?"

"Are you talking in your sleep?" The deskmate chuckled, "But let me tell you, you are really different from him. He has special circumstances to sleep, and he was allowed by the head teacher."

"Special circumstances?" Jun Jue raised his head, his face full of impatience from lack of sleep: "Is he here as an aunt?"

"What are you thinking about wc?" The deskmate picked up a book and smashed it on his head: "It's a part-time job. He has to work every weekend, so he is relatively tired. He can't even sleep through these self-study classes." Someone is in charge."

"What." Jun Jue didn't take it seriously: "Isn't it just delivering fast food? How tired can it be? Lao Ban's partiality is too obvious."

"How do you know he's delivering fast food?"

"I ran into it."

Thinking of how thoroughly he was ignored in the store before, Jun Jue anxiously grabbed a test paper and crumpled it into a ball.

The weird noise seemed extremely abrupt in the quiet classroom, but only a few people looked back and didn't continue, and they seemed to be familiar with it.

"No wonder." The deskmate nodded clearly: "It's not easy for him, he has to work several jobs alone on rare weekends. Compared with us, he is indeed very tired."

"Several jobs? What else does he do?" Jun Jue was stunned suddenly, he thought he only had a job in a fast food restaurant.

"There is also a barbecue restaurant, which is at least busy until two or three in the middle of the night. Can you not be sleepy?"

"..."

"Don't you notice that he sleeps every Sunday night?"

He really didn't notice, why didn't he notice, because he was sleeping too.

Thinking of something suddenly, Jun Jue looked at his deskmate with strange eyes: "How do you know so clearly?"

"What do you mean I know so clearly, the whole class knows it? It's even more strange if you don't know!" The deskmate sneered.

Jun Jue curled his lips, and when he looked up again, the little dissatisfaction and disdain before had disappeared. Looking at his tired back, it seemed that something inexplicable had changed in his heart. ...