Rebirth of a scumbag man who becomes a loyal dog

"You promised me." Jing Xia looked at Wei Qingchen and said every word.

Wei Qingchen pursed his lips and was blocked by a child, he was silent for a long time, trying to explain: "Well, listen to me, that..."

"You said you would never see him again!" Jing Xia looked at him and suddenly shouted: "Wei Qingchen! You are a liar!"

"Shut up!" Wei Qingchen raised his hand, and felt a little regretful after the slap, but he also hit him, and it was impossible to speak softly.

This is the dignity of being an adult.

Wei Qingchen frowned and looked down at the well, threw the book in his hand on the table and said, "I'll provide you with food and drink, is this your attitude when talking to me?"

"Woo" Jing Shita covered his face and looked at him in disbelief.

Although he was afraid of Wei Qingchen, he always thought in his heart that this person would not treat him like this.

He and his elder brother are husband and wife. Although they don't like to laugh, they are very kind to their elder brother, grandpa, and themselves.

Jingxia remembered the things that Wei Qingchen bought for him, what he needed and what he didn't need, all he liked.

He clearly promised himself that he would never meet that person again, so why is he the one who doesn't count?He was also the one who lost his temper and beat others?

"Wei Qingchen, I hate you!" Jing Xia took a step back, sucked his nose and said loudly: "I hate you the most!"

"Ah...Damn it!" Wei Qingchen rubbed his chin and sat down on the chair in a somewhat decadent manner. He seemed a little unqualified to be a parent for the first time.

The sound of She News rushed over to take a look, and saw that Jing Xia was sitting at the door crying with his knees hugged, his face was flushed, and Wei Qingchen was also full of depression, sitting on the chair with his head down. sigh.

"What's the matter?" She Xin glanced at the books scattered on the floor and asked in a low voice.

He was also a little afraid of Wei Qingchen with low air pressure.

Wei Qingchen heard the cautiousness in Shexin's words, stretched out his hand and pulled her into his arms, and when he went up, it was a deep kiss.

The jaw was knocked in pain, and She Xin was forced to bear it while wearing an apron and holding a spatula, because of Wei Qingchen's strength, her eye sockets turned red from the pain.

Wei Qingchen's stomach full of evil fire had nowhere to go, and kissed Shexin to vent, only to realize that he was a bit reckless, and quickly let him go: "Did it hurt you? Let me see."

She Xin shook his head, subconsciously touching his waist.

Wei Qingchen picked up his clothes and saw that Shexin's waist had been pinched red by herself, and quickly leaned over and blew: "I'm sorry, it's my fault."

"It's okay, it doesn't hurt." She Xin stopped the man who was in a hurry and asked him, "What's the matter? Did the mine make you angry?"

"No." Wei Qingchen shook his head, hugged Shexin tightly, buried his head on his shoulder and said: "I was impatient, I beat him if I couldn't teach it, and it wasn't intentional, don't be angry."

"Why am I angry?" She Xin said with a smile: "You are also in a hurry to hit him. I can't help you with my lack of study. You have to tutor him with his homework every day after you come back from a busy day at the company. It's normal to have a big temper, otherwise Hire him a teacher? I'll pay for it."

"What did you say?" Wei Qingchen frowned, pinching Shexin's chin and said, "What did you just say? I didn't hear you clearly, you are saying it again."

She Xin was also anxious, upon hearing this, she hurriedly put her hand on Wei Qingchen's wrist, flattering her and said: "What's yours is mine, I said to spend my money to hire him a tutor, what's wrong?"

"Cut!" Wei Qingchen let go of Shexin, patted his buttocks and said, "You can talk."

Wei Qingchen hired a tutor for Jing Xia.

A high-achieving student in a prestigious school, tutoring him as an elementary school student is a bit overqualified. In the end, Wei Qingchen saw that She Xin stayed at home every day and had nothing to do, so he asked him to study with Jing Xia.

The students of the Chinese Department probably have been immersed in the fragrance of ink for a long time, and there is always a smell in their bones.

Poetic and bookish.

Children from the south have a good temperament, are clean-looking, soft-spoken, knowledgeable and knowledgeable, at the same age, but with a higher spirit.

She Xin couldn't understand the envious, disdainful and jealous look in his eyes, so she just buried herself in her books and studied hard.

The crooked characters gradually turned into regular lowercase letters through winter and spring, day after day of hard work. She Xin happily took the copybook to find Wei Qingchen, and saw two people standing side by side in the corridor.

The word "like match" flashed in his mind, She Xin bit his lip, took a step back with the pen and paper in his hand.

Wei Qingchen obviously belonged to him, but why didn't he dare to go over when he saw such an outstanding person standing beside him?

She Xin couldn't lift his head because of the inferiority complex in his heart, he stood at the corner of the corridor, turned around and was about to leave when he saw Jing Xia standing behind him, looking at him quietly and saying: "Brother, what are you looking at? "

Ten-year-old children are like mushrooms after the rain, they grow up in the blink of an eye.

She Xin waved his hand and looked at him with some embarrassment, and suddenly remembered that the tutor had been here for two years, so long that he didn't know when, he could talk to Wei Qingchen as familiar as a friend.

When did it start?

She Xin's eyes were dull for a moment, and he answered an irrelevant question: "Have you finished your homework?"

"Yeah." Jing Xia nodded, looked towards the corridor behind She Xin, and shouted: "Teacher! I finished my homework, come and take a look."

The two standing not far away turned their heads together, Wei Qingchen and the tutor walked over while chatting and laughing, She Xin put the pen and paper in his hand on the table, and sat in front of the floor-to-ceiling window in a daze.

As soon as Wei Qingchen entered the door, he saw the copybook on the table, picked it up and looked at it: "It has improved a lot compared to before."

She Xin frowned and asked him, "What were you talking to the teacher just now?"

"Oh, I'm talking about the peony in Luoyang." Wei Qingchen went to the bed and picked up the person on the ground, kissed Shexin's soft black hair and said, "In a few days for the National Day, the underground has a holiday to make up lessons, I'll take you out to play OK?"

Play?

She Xin suddenly became happy, "Where should we go?"

"I'll go to Luoyang and show you the peonies, and then I'll play with other things."

"Aren't peonies only available in March and April?" She Xin pursed her lips, the light in her eyes suddenly dimmed, "Is it because the teacher said it was good, so you want to go there?"

Wei Qingchen didn't know why Shexin asked this question, and said with a smile: "Luoyang has always been famous for peonies. Although this month is not the season for peonies to bloom, there are also many peonies that are in full bloom with constant temperature control. If you don't want to go, let's go to other places also."

She Xin bowed her head and said nothing.

He has never traveled far, and was detained by Wei Qingchen when he was seventeen or eighteen years old. When he wanted to play, he had no money. When he had money, Wei Qingchen had no time. He couldn't find him anywhere. Now this person I finally remembered to take myself out to play, and it was recommended by the teacher again.

She Xin was a little unhappy in his heart, and it showed it unconsciously on his face.

Wei Qingchen can more or less get his points, but because Shexin has always been shy and has never been jealous, so now that he has the opportunity, he wants to take a look.

He wanted to see how much She Xin liked him, and how jealous he could be.

Wei Qingchen had a bad idea, but Well Down did not give him this chance. That night, he knocked on the door of his study and said, "I want to change my tutor."