I suspect you are not a good student

Feeling the fiery body sticking behind him, Xie Chuhong's severely hungover mind was in a mess.

Zhou Shiyi was already trapped in the quilt, with his forehead resting on his protruding butterfly bone.

It took a long time for Xie Chuhong to pry open the arm that was imprisoned around his waist, turned over and asked him, "So why am I at your house?"

Zhou Shiyi's voice muffled from under the quilt: "You want to come..."

"How is it possible!" Xie Chuhong didn't believe it at all. He felt that even if he was drunk, he couldn't ask for this.

But Zhou Shiyi is the type who can’t lack sleep. You can tell from his slurred speech that he was really tired last night: "I had already carried you to the gate of your community, but you suddenly said that you wanted to sleep My bed, you want me to sleep with you..."

Xie Chuhong was speechless.

It's kind of like what he said.

But sleep when you sleep, why are you naked?

Led by Zhou Shiyi's words, the chaotic memories of last night gradually came back to Xie Chuhong's severely hungover mind.

Xia Wanli's call for peace on Yanjiang Avenue, her unreasonable request to lie on Zhou Shiyi's back at the gate of the community, and Zhou's mother who opened the door and saw the two of them...

As soon as Xie Chuhong recalled the wonderful expression on his aunt's face at that time, he was suffocated.

God knows when was the last time he was so embarrassing, much more embarrassing than Xiao Jiujiu who confessed to Zhou Shiyi that he was a two-year-old.

"Why did you come back all of a sudden? What's wrong with Chu Hong?" Zhou's mother was woken up from her bed by her son's knock on the door in the middle of the night.

"Let me in first."

Unable to wait for an explanation, Zhou Shiyi first passed his mother to enter the door, put him on the sofa, his whole back was wet with sweat, picked up the water glass on the coffee table and poured it into his stomach.

No matter how light Xie Chuhong is, he is still a big boy.

As soon as Zhou Shi carried him from Yanjiang Avenue to the gate of his residential area, he began to feel tired. As a result, Xie Chuhong refused to go home, and his mobile phone ran out of battery. People carry it towards their own home.

Adding up the back and forth, there is definitely a "weight-bearing" walk for four to 10 minutes.

"Is this drunk?" Qiu Yun looked at the person lying sideways on the sofa in front of her with an unusually flushed face in astonishment.

Zhou Shiyi held the teapot and drank three cups in one go before feeling revived. He propped his knees and explained: "Actually, not much, it's just that he can't drink."

After staying with the "bad boy" for a long time, Zhou Shiyi didn't need to rehearse in advance when he was playing a cover, so he pushed Xie Chuhong's drunken state to the wine he drank at his house in a few words.

"He hasn't drank much before, and he doesn't know that two glasses of red wine are enough."

"Then why did you suddenly think about coming back? Didn't everyone say hello that they were sleeping in a rented house?"

Qiuyun quickly noticed Xie Chuhong's frown, and felt that the child was probably drunk and uncomfortable, so she wanted to help him take off her son's coat that was wrapped around him.

As a result, as soon as she stretched out her hand, before the zipper even touched it, she was slapped open by the supposedly delirious drunk, with such force that the entire living room could hear a crisp sound—a red streak fell from the back of her hand. print.

Both mother and son were stunned.

"No snatching." Most of the boy's melon-seeded face was still buried in the collar of his coat, and his voice was vague and powerful.

Probably mistook his mother for him.

When did Qiuyun see "Little Guaiguai" like this?

Zhou Shiyi was nervous that Xie Chuhong's hard-working character design collapsed, but his mother was amused: "I feel cuter than usual after drinking too much."

All Zhou Shiyi's words of rushing to the Circus were choked in his throat, and he watched his mother lean over and coax him in a friendly voice: "I'm still covering my hands after we're all home, isn't it hot?"

"Not hot." Xie Chuhong refused straight away, hugging his coat like protecting food.

Qiu Yun laughed even harder, never expecting that she could experience the fun of teasing children from Xie Chuhong, and said deliberately: "But this coat belongs to your brother, so you have to take it off and return it to your brother."

"No, my brother gave it to me!" As he said, Xie Chuhong frowned, finding fault with Zhou Shiyi quite dissatisfied, "Why should I return it after giving it to me? ..."

Qiu Yun looked strange for a second: "Is this coat a birthday present from your brother?"

Xie Chuhong shrank into his coat and hugged himself even tighter: "Yes, it's all mine!"

Qiuyun's eyes immediately fell on her son who had already started to pretend to be dead, "Then where did the money I bought your brother a present go? Is he just fooling you like this?"

Without Zhou Shi opening his mouth, Xie Chuhong took the initiative to help him recruit: "Eat it! My brother invited me to eat something delicious!"

Zhou Shiyi: "..."

He didn't dare to say that he didn't invite him to the barbecue, so he could only rely on Xie Chuhong's drunkenness, raised his hand to cover his ears and said: "Chuhong really doesn't lack anything, I can't think of what I can give him, the clothes in his closet are nothing. Not a price I can afford."

Qiuyun thought about the child's previous family conditions, and thought it was true, so she simply put her hand on the back of her son's hand and asked in a low voice, "How does it feel to go back to have dinner with us today?"

Zhou Shiyi blinked: "How does it feel?"

Qiuyun was worried, and raised her hand to cover Xie Chuhong's ear with her other hand: "Just Chuhong's stepfather, don't you have younger brothers and sisters at home? Are they good to Chuhong?"

Although Yan Ruoruo always told her it was good, but the child's perspective is more real after all.

Zhou Shiyi scratched his head: "I'm a little bit hard to say, but my uncle is very nice."

"He's a nice person, why don't you tell me?"

"But that younger sister doesn't seem to like Chu Hong very much." Zhou Shiyi tried his best to word this kind of small report behind the scenes, "And my younger brother is still young, so I can't see anything, although 'brother', 'brother' It’s also called, but the overall feeling is...not very close.”

Qiu Yun sighed: "It's expected, after all, in such a situation, it's understandable if you don't get close."

The cold moonlight outside the window shone on the living room floor, quietly outlining Xie Chuhong's frowning side face, Qiu Yun couldn't help but slapped her son's thigh hard when she saw it: "You should love your brother more!"

Zhou Shiyi lowered his voice and stared innocently: "Doesn't it hurt? If he wants to go home, I'll carry him home. If he wants to sleep in my bed, I'll carry him back to sleep in my bed. What else can I do if it's like this?" pain!"

No matter how painful it is, I really want to be a boyfriend!

"You're such a big guy, what's the matter with memorizing it?" Qiu Yun was dissatisfied, "Didn't you ask Chu Hong about his birthday wish?"

Zhou Shiyi continued to choke: "...I didn't ask."

I have to ask you if you can bear it.

Qiu Yun, who didn't know the inside story, was furious: "It's okay to be dumb when chatting, but you will lose the chain at critical moments."

Zhou Shiyi couldn't say anything about his suffering, and could only euphemistically express that with his own abilities, it should be difficult to be satisfied.

As a result, Qiuyun waved her hand: "You don't need to worry about whether you can meet it, you just ask first, if you can't achieve it alone, I will come with your dad."

Zhou Shiyi: "?"

"That's right, husband." As she said that, Qiuyun passed Zhou Shiyi and gave Zhou Changde a wink who was leaning against the wall of the living room.

In the darkness, Zhou Changde didn't know when he got up from the bed, and he didn't approach, but simply made an "ok" gesture to the two of them.

Qiu Yun looked back at her son with satisfaction: "Anyway, you ask first, and if you can figure it out, don't tell us. If you can't figure it out, tell us secretly, and we will help you."

Zhou Shiyi: "..."

He really wasn't sure if he could decide on this matter alone...

Qiu Yun glared at him: "Did you hear me!"

Zhou Shiyi bit the bullet: "I heard it!"

I don't know if his mother would be so active if she knew that Xie Chuhong's wish was for their son to be her boyfriend...

Thinking of this, when Xie Chuhong sat at the dining table of Zhou Shi's family, he was still in a daze.

Understanding that the child wants to save face, Qiu Yun brought him a bowl of hangover soup to appease him: "Your wine taste is much better than that of Shi Yi's father. You didn't do anything last night, just lay on the bed and fell asleep."

Xie Chuhong heard the shy answer coming out of his throat, and stared at a table of people, mechanically pouring a bowl into his mouth, looking like he had drunk too much and was fooled by Qiuyun's words, but in fact he listed his crimes in his heart Clearly.

Not to mention holding Zhou Shiyi's coat and refusing to let it go, Xie Chuhong even remembered the slap on the back of Auntie's hand.

Later, the aunt helped him make the bed in the study room overnight, but he refused to sleep, and wanted to pinch his brother no matter what.

Also vomited.

Zhou Shiyi only helped him wash his hair and take a shower until three or four in the morning.

When he finally got into his brother's bed as he wished, it's fine if he refuses to wear his clothes, and he won't let his brother wear them, babbling about how hot it is, for fear that he will get bored.

If it hadn't been for Zhou Shiyi who was so quarrelsome in the end and resorted to violent suppression, I'm afraid Xie Chuhong wouldn't even be able to see his underwear when he opened his eyes this morning...

As for the scratches on Zhou Shiyi's back, they were naturally scratched when he was "fighting".

In order not to move around, Zhou Shiyi has hugged him all night, no wonder he was so skillful in catching him this morning...

Xie Chuhong swore that if Zhou Shiyi asked him whether the fragment was broken last night in the future, he would never admit it even if his face was swollen.

Fortunately, Qiuyun's focus has always been on his relationship with Zhou Shiyi, and she was relieved: "I'm an adult, it's okay to drink a little wine from time to time. The main reason is that you two get along so well, so I feel relieved."

Xie Chuhongquan pretended that he didn't see the hidden merits and fame of his aunt, and smiled obediently: "My brother and I have always been very good."

Qiu Yun didn't notice the problem, instead Zhou Changde looked at his son: "Why do you want to give Chuhong a coat as a present?"

Zhou Shiyi's mind is still a little fuzzy now. He spent too much energy on fixing Xie Chuhong last night, and he couldn't get over his sleepiness until noon. , I will deliver it."

Father Zhou didn't ask any further questions, as if he really just said casually: "Are you free tonight? You can move."

The strings in Zhou Shiyi's mind immediately tightened, and he refused without thinking: "Ah Bukong, Chuhong's boss..."

Xie Chuhong resolutely diverted: "My classmates in my old class celebrate their birthday tonight. They used to be in a different class when they were freshmen in high school. Everyone has a good relationship and invited me over."

Zhou Shiyi bit his chopsticks and instantly woke up.

Zhou Changde looked at the two through the lens: "That's a coincidence, the birthdays are only one day apart."

"Hey, I thought you guys would be able to stay for dinner tonight. I bought a lot of dishes. There is Chu Hong's favorite sea bass. I planned to close the door and help celebrate my birthday." Qiu Yun also obviously began to test.

Zhou Shiyi said something wrong just now, and he was a little afraid to speak.

In the blink of an eye, Xie Chuhong looked at the hangover soup in his hand and changed his mind: "Then I will tell my classmates later, I will go to give a gift at night and come back for dinner."

Zhou Shiyi looked at him hesitantly: Is sister Yao okay?

Xie Chuhong's expression remained unchanged, but he did not respond.

I don't know if it's because of a hangover, or because things happened too suddenly.

Xie Chuhong ate his lunch absent-mindedly, and was almost overwhelmed by the unreliability buried deep in his heart. He didn't pay attention to what his uncles and aunts said to him several times, and when he finally got off the table, he almost knocked over his own bowl.

Zhou Shiyi couldn't figure out what he was thinking, and was still secretly feeling guilty and flustered for his slip of the tongue. When he saw someone put down his job, he immediately got up too.

Xie Chuhong looked at the person who entered the room right behind him, and said the first sentence after closing the door: "Your parents must know."

Zhou Shiyi fired the cannon himself this time, and he could no longer comfort people calmly and calmly like before: "What do you know?"

"I'm not sure, but I must know something." Xie Chuhong's intuition was very strong, his temples twitched, and he asked him ponderingly, "Did your father ask you about me before?"

"I didn't ask..." Zhou Shiyi paused suddenly, "...does it count if you ask me about your hobbies?"

"What did you say?"

"I can't remember clearly... I just said that you are good at English, you like to watch British and American TV dramas, and you like listening to music. Oh, and then you said that you can read stocks, very good... terrible..."

Zhou Shiyi pronounced the last two words, and the two of them froze in their staring eyes.

Xie Chuhong: "...No wonder."

He just explained that it was impossible, why the uncles and aunts suddenly decided that there was something wrong with him.

Outside the door, the cat was listening to the corner of the door, Qiu Yun chattered and gave her husband a look: "Just look at me and tell me!"

Zhou Changde smiled silently, leaned against the door frame and kissed the corner of her forehead: My wife is the best.

The two children may never have imagined that it was not the stock that exposed them first, but the English song that was always played out of the bluetooth speaker on Zhou Shiyi.