minister under clothes

One month is not allowed to buy luxury goods, one month is not allowed to have any boyfriend or girlfriend.

——When Lu Qingyi heard these two sentences, he couldn't help asking: "That's all?"

"Of course, what else?" Yan Tou sat at the desk playing with the computer nonchalantly, typing on the keyboard with both hands.

Lu Qingyi, who was about to go to bed after washing his face, glanced suspiciously, stood beside the bed and whispered: "That vase is very..."

"Don't even think about it, it's all broken anyway." Yan Tou got up with a smile, walked up to him and stroked his short hair: "Take a break, it doesn't really matter."

"Don't touch me." Lu Qingyi didn't forget the reason why the vase was broken, and the person in front of him made him feel terrified.

Yan Tou frowned and asked: "I treat you so well, why are you treating me like this?"

Lu Qingyi fell into silence.

He knew that Yan Tou had shouldered a burden that he couldn't bear for him, so it seemed that he couldn't raise his eyebrows at him anymore.

Is patience the right choice?

The reality of the next few days gave Lu Qingyi a very clear answer: Some people's reward for tolerance is to intensify.

When Yan Tou found out that he was not used to being reprimanded for his verbal teasing, he began to use his hands when everyone was not paying attention. He seemed to be possessive, watching Lu Qingyi go to class, eat, practice, and read books, forcing him to walk. Must be with myself.

Lu Qingyi, who has a very independent personality, naturally couldn't bear it any longer. One night after school, before Yan Touyu tried to sneak a kiss on the road, he finally broke out and pushed him away: "What do you think of me?!"

Yan Tou was puzzled, and smiled while avoiding the eyes of others: "What's wrong?"

"Don't think that if you help me, I'll sell it to you. I won't let you do whatever you want just for an antique." Lu Qingyi whispered.

Yan Tou looked at his frown under the moonlight, and his joyful mood at first turned into a bad mood: "Ha, then why do you ask me to help you? Don't you know who broke the bottle?"

"I don't need your help either." Lu Qingyi said coldly.

Yan Tou didn't think so much, he only thought that what he had done had touched him, now that he heard this again, he couldn't help but start to get annoyed: "Okay, then you can figure it out."

Lu Qingyi said nothing more.

Yan Tou hummed depressedly, turned her head and walked to the dormitory alone.

The anger and unhappiness carried by his back made Lu Qingyi's mood worse in an instant.

Words that are spoken are like water that is poured out, and one must always be responsible.

Although the two even forgot to make eye contact after the quarrel, and Yan Tou didn't really pursue responsibility, Lu Qingyi still took the matter of admitting his mistakes to heart.

Before that, he deliberately asked his classmates for the address, and when the weekend arrived, he took a taxi to Yan Tou's home.

It really is a villa area with beautiful and even luxurious environment.

Lu Qingyi looked around carefully, and then went to the courtyard door and rang the doorbell.

"Hello." A very gentle male voice.

When Lu Qingyi heard that Yan Tou was living with his brother, he immediately asked nervously, "Is Yan Tou here? I'm his classmate."

"He's gone to Japanese class, what's the matter, why don't you come in and wait for him?" After the man answered, the carved iron gate of the yard slowly opened.

Lu Qingyi quickly lowered his head and walked in.

"Hello." The man in the room was completely different from what he had imagined.

Standard oriental blood, beautiful, delicate, and gentle, completely different from Yantou's publicity and cheerfulness.

If it weren't for the facts before him, it would be hard for Lu Qingyi to believe that they were related by blood.

Lin Yilin, who was alone at home, looked at the big boy's cramped appearance, and quickly smiled and turned sideways: "Please come in."

Lu Qingyi, who stepped into the door, was not in the mood to visit the beautiful house, and just recited the prepared words like an endorsement: "Last weekend, Yan Tou and I went to Grandpa Zheng's house to look at antiques. I also broke that vase. I don't care. I should let Yan Tou take the blame for me, although I can't afford to pay now, but I will definitely pay in the future, you have to trust me."

Lin Yilin was stunned by the words, and it took him a while to realize: "Oh, good."

"This is an IOU." Lu Qingyi took out the envelope from his pocket and handed it to him.

Everyone knows how to protect themselves. How many teenagers dare to admit such a serious mistake?

Lin Yilin immediately admired him a little bit, and smiled and said, "I understand."

Lu Qingyi didn't expect it to be so easy, but he was also relieved.

Lin Yilin persuaded again: "Sit down and rest for a while, let's eat some fruit."

Lu Qingyi waved his hand immediately: "No, thank you, I still have to go to art class."

After speaking, I hurried to leave.

"Hello." Lin Yilin called him, hesitated for a moment and said: "Yan Xiaotou is not a bad boy, although he is a bit willful, but his heart is good."

"Yan Xiaotou?" Lu Qingyi couldn't help imitating.

Lin Yilin curled his lips: "His real name is Yan Xiaotou, don't you know?"

A tall and big boy, he is definitely considered a man of the hour in school, he loves to show off, love sports, and loves to pretend to be a gentleman in front of girls...

It turned out that there was such a childish name, even though Lu Qingyi's emotions were very heavy, he still laughed.

His smile is like the most indescribable sunshine in the blue sky.

Lin Yilin suddenly understood why the somewhat willful and selfish Xiao Tou resisted the vase, and couldn't help but fell into deep worry again.

——there is too much rubbish in the house after his whim: such as brand-name clothes bought but never worn, such as luxury video games that are just for display, such as the American chinchilla that has been raised for a few days and is still thrown to the care of his brother... …

Of course, none of this matters.

What about that person?