The emperor can't do it [entertainment circle]

Because it was too late last night, when the sky was bright outside and the sun was high, the blackout curtains in the master bedroom were still tightly drawn, and the room was dark and dark, and the two of them were sleeping soundly on the bed.

However, the tranquility of this sound sleep was quickly broken. The screen of the mobile phone beside the bed vibrated. Qiao Zhiyuan moved his hands from Song Xuyao's firm buttocks to pick up the phone, and heard Qiao's mother's voice: "What time is it, get up quickly."

Just make a phone call at home.

"...Xuyao ​​and I will get up right now." Qiao Zhiyuan sat up, looked at Song Xuyao ​​next to him, sleeping with his mouth open, and stretched out his hand to pat his flesh.

"Don't! The child Xu Yao must have been tired yesterday, let him sleep a little longer." Qiao's mother's voice was an octave higher, faintly heard from outside the door, and accidentally made up a 360-degree surround sound.

Qiao Zhiyuan: "..."

Song Xuyao, who was taken care of by Qiao's mother early in the morning, slammed his mouth, touched his face, and turned over with long hands and long legs, his hairy legs were on Qiao Zhiyuan's body, and he slept in a dim light .

Qiao Zhiyuan put him aside in disgust, and got up without complaint.

What a real mother.

Don't look at Qiao Zhiyuan who is usually noble, cold, glamorous, mature and poisonous, but when he meets Qiao's mother, Teacher Qiao, he has to act like a primary school student, obediently staying in the kitchen and helping him, and it's not his turn to cook.

Of course, what should come still has to come.

Not long after he entered the kitchen, Qiao's mother tried to start cooking while cooking: "Zhiyuan, I think Xu Yao is a good kid."

Qiao Zhiyuan immersed himself in peeling the potatoes: "Mom, just ask whatever you want."

Mother Qiao put the lid on the pot: "What TV series did Xu Yao act in? I'll go back and watch."

"He's not an actor." Qiao Zhiyuan knew that his mother must have misunderstood that Song Xuyao ​​was an artist under him, because in appearance, Song Xuyao ​​was indeed better than a lot of little fresh meat. If he could really look at his face and eat, he probably wouldn't starve to death. .

Wait a minute, Qiao Zhiyuan stopped what he was doing, "Mom, do I look like a manager who specializes in dating his own artists?"

"Isn't it?" Qiao's mother simply put down the spatula, and approached mysteriously, "Then what is Xu Yao's job? Where is he from? How is his family?"

What Qiao's mother cared about was nothing more than routine issues that parents cared about. After all, she still wanted to know the bottom line about her son's partner. Qiao Zhiyuan had nothing to hide, so she simply had a showdown with Qiao's mother.

Song Xuyao's work and family background are worth crossing, but Qiao Zhiyuan is worried about this.

As an old teacher who started to work in the beginning of the development of the socialist market economy in the 80s, Qiao’s mother was very poor at the beginning, and suffered from rich people’s losses. According to Qiao’s father who wanted to code, she was a savage rich girl who fell in love with her. Qiao Ma's first love boyfriend took the love with a knife, and this first love boyfriend, who was blind to money, resolutely dumped Qiao Ma after cheating for a better future... Anyway, it was a bunch of old sesame seeds and rotten millet. , coupled with the fact that the "rich second generation" in various media is now more derogatory than praise, as a result, Qiao's mother has no good impression of these willful "rich people".

What Qiao Zhiyuan was worried about was that because of this, Qiao's mother had a preconceived prejudice against Song Xuyao. In addition, Song Xuyao ​​was really not doing his job properly, and he liked to mess around casually.

Unexpectedly, Qiao's mother was not unhappy at all, and boasted: "You see Xu Yao is handsome, polite and well-educated, and he is not overbearing at all. Xu Yao's parents and elder brother must be good people."

Qiao Zhiyuan: "...Mom, it's burnt."

"Hey, you didn't say it earlier!" Qiao's mother was in a hurry, and hurried to save the vegetables.

Qiao Zhiyuan continued to peel the potatoes silently.

His mother, when she came to Song Xuyao's place, was a capitalized double standard.

After a long meal, a table of sumptuous dishes finally came out of the pot, and Song Xuyao ​​finally woke up, and when he opened his eyes, he found that Zhiyuan was gone, so he hurriedly reached for the phone under the bed to check, shit!It's past eleven o'clock!

It's over, it's over, it's over, it's over, it's over, it's all over the impression points when it's in bed, and Zhiyuan didn't wake him up, it's so unloved.

After Qiao Zhiyuan set up the bowls and chopsticks, he reckoned that Song Xuyao ​​should get up too. As soon as he opened the bedroom door, he saw Song Xuyao ​​kneeling on the bed with his upper body bare and his back arched and his face buried in the quilt. His posture was very strange.

Qiao Zhiyuan looked amused and knocked on the door.

Song Xuyao ​​straightened up suddenly like a groundhog, even though Zhiyuan was wearing the apron that had made him rage countless times, but now he was too wilted to appreciate it, Song Xuyao ​​looked helpless Looking at him, Lian felt great resentment: "I'm dead, and you didn't wake me up QWQ."

Qiao Zhiyuan leaned against the door and raised his eyebrows, "My mother asked you to rest for a while."

Song Xuyao ​​was taken aback for a moment, and his mood eased a lot, but he still couldn't let go, "But the impression points are gone just like that!"

Qiao Zhiyuan motioned him not to dawdle, "Come out for dinner, hurry up."

"Oh..." Song Xuyao ​​drooped his head, pulled a piece of clothes from the closet and put them on. For the sake of his poor impression, he didn't want to wear them all. After washing up like a breeze, he obediently waited for dinner. Qiao's mother came out of the kitchen and helped Qiao's mother to open the chair very gentlemanly (dog) gentleman (legs).

Song Xuyao ​​was a foodie, and he had some drinks at the dinner yesterday, so he was really hungry.

So, after Qiao's mother wiped her hands on the apron and sat down, she heard a very loud voice beside her: "Goo—"

This is so embarrassing.

Qiao's mother was amused by him: "Since you are hungry, let's eat quickly and eat more!"

Song Xuyao ​​blushed immediately, nodded and subconsciously wanted to put his hands in his trouser pockets to pretend nothing happened, but after groping twice, he found that the trousers had no trouser pockets, so he had no choice but to grab the hem of his clothes with his hands that had nowhere to rest , slipped back to his seat with his tail between his legs, silently waxing his impression.

Qiao Zhiyuan felt that he was not ashamed enough and panicked, so he leaned closer and whispered: "You are wearing my clothes."

Song Xuyao ​​often lingers on, so there are naturally clothes in the closet. Even though Qiao Zhiyuan, a Virgo, sorts out the two people's clothes from time to time, he always gets confused. At first glance, the size of the two people's upper bodies The difference is not too much and it is not very obvious, but it is still a bit out of place when you look closely.

Mother Qiao, who has always been careful, of course found out. Since she sat at the dining table and looked at Song Xuyao's face, she couldn't stop, thinking that the relationship between the two is really good.

Song Xuyao ​​blushed so much that he was about to bleed, he was almost buried in a bowl, and he quietly hit Zhiyuan's hairy leg under the table, and Zhiyuan caught and pinched him, his whole body was about to smoke.

What is impression score? !Can I eat it?

Song Xuyao ​​simply smashed the pot and smashed it, and didn't bother with the poor impression. He ate the food, praised it while eating, and gave Qiao Ma and Zhiyuan a pair of chopsticks: "Auntie's food is delicious! People are so beautiful The people who chased my aunt when I was young will definitely be able to circle the earth twice if they join hands."

Qiao Zhiyuan reminded him in a low voice: "Don't talk nonsense, my mother and my father are childhood sweethearts."

Aunt Qiao was displeased: "Hmph, what Xu Yao said is right, if your father hadn't got your grandma's consent so shamelessly, I wouldn't have married your father."

Song Xuyao ​​responded without hesitation: "That's it!"

Qiao Zhiyuan: "..."

Luckily his dad wasn't there.

The author has something to say: those who go to school tomorrow go to work, good night~