Senior, please forgive me!don't pull my skirt

Grandma's hospitalization fee was paid, 1 yuan, and Mu Junchen paid the tip in advance.

"I'm too lazy to go out with cash every day, and you don't have a mobile phone, and you can't transfer money. The 1 yuan will be handed over to you first. It's an advance payment. You have to let me finish the kiss. If you don't work here someday, you have to tell me I, can't run away with my advance payment."

Last night, Mu Junchen gave me that box again.

And before leaving, he told me again and again: "You have to be responsible to your customers, and you have to reflect your professionalism. If you want to change jobs, you must tell me, do you know?"

"He's a dick! I've heard you say it three times, pretty boy, can you go away, I'm going to get off work on the 13th!" NO.[-], who happened to pass by, teased him.

Mu Junchen: "Then, let's go together, I'll take you home... okay?"

"It's not good, according to the rules of our clubhouse, guests are not allowed to send technicians home."

The welcoming guests standing at the door also helped me out. They all knew that I had to go back to school after get off work.

"When did your clubhouse add another rule like this..." Mu Junchen was very disappointed, and looked at me reluctantly.

"Tomorrow, I will take you for a walk after get off work tomorrow?"

I couldn't see his disappointed expression more and more, and said to him in a voice that only the two of us could hear.

So his eyes lit up and he left contentedly.

But today I regretted it, why did I say to take him for a walk after get off work, I still have so much homework to finish!

"Look, I asked you to do your homework yesterday and you didn't do it. You are dead now. The homework you didn't do is a debt you owe, and you will have to pay it back sooner or later." After school, Luo Guangzhou was packing up his things while thinking.

"Guangzhou, I was wrong. Remember to bring your math homework when you go back to bed tonight, okay? I don't have time to write, copy yours. I won't come back for the last evening self-study. If the teacher asks, you can tell me to go to the toilet first." gone."

I stuffed him with my own homework, asked him to take it back to the dormitory for me, and left.

This evening is very harmonious.

Mu Junchen brought homework to do and didn't let me push back.

"Try this milk tea. I think it tastes pretty good. I finally found a decent milk tea shop in this ghostly place in Dong County."

He plugged the milk tea into a straw and handed it to me. I took it and found it was hot, so I held it in my palm to warm my hands.

Then he took out a box of braised pork knuckles and a box of cut fruits from his schoolbag and opened them for me to eat.

"You don't need to buy something for me to eat..." Although I really want to eat it.

"No, let's eat together. I don't like eating alone. I'm so lonely. You can't even accompany me?" Mu Junchen frowned.

Well, I put on the disposable gloves in silence and ate the pig's feet.

The braised pig's knuckles are soft and chewy, spicy, and the sweetness of the milk tea is just right. A sip of pig's knuckles and a sip of milk tea are a very good match. I want to shake my head when I eat it.

Mu Junchen said they were eating together, but he started doing homework by himself, and glanced at me from time to time.

"Look, you don't eat at all..." I poked him.

"I'm inconvenient. I have to do my homework, and I need to wear gloves when I eat. It's too troublesome." He looked at me stickyly while talking, "Actually, I really want to eat too..."

This hint couldn't be more obvious, I broke off a piece of meat and handed it to his mouth.

Mu Junchen immediately opened his mouth to eat, the corners of his mouth curled up for a while, and he even became more energetic in his homework, swishing.

A box of pig's feet and a box of fruit, two boys, he took a big bite and I took a big bite, and I finished eating in a while. I had nothing to do, so I just read his book.

I opened the first math test set of their third year of high school. The questions are all the knowledge points I have learned, but the difficulty of their questions is completely different from what we usually do. Some question types have never been seen before. It made me dizzy for a while, and I became more and more awed by the life of the third year of high school.

"Understand?" Mu Junchen wrote the questions quickly, finished writing English in a blink of an eye, moved to my side, and looked at the test book I was holding next to me.

"It's hard to understand, it's like a heavenly book." I lied and pushed the test set towards him.

Mu Junchen smiled softly, and wrote on the draft paper while saying: "You haven't studied it before, so you find it difficult to understand. When I first started learning, I didn't understand a lot, but as long as I am willing to study hard, I won't find it difficult." .”

He did the first small question about sets, and then told me what a set is and his problem-solving process. Using the most popular language with various metaphors, what can several sets be regarded as It's a few dishes, find out if there are the same ingredients in these dishes.

Although my grades are not good, it is not so bad that I can't even do the first small question, but I feel that when he speaks the question, the whole person exudes a serious charm that is very different from usual, so I listened very carefully. with.

"Understood?" Mu Junchen asked.

I nodded: "You speak very well, very easy to understand."

Mu Junchen smiled with a sense of accomplishment, and continued to work on the questions. I was afraid that he would not finish his homework if he just talked about the questions to me, so I let him stop talking. I just watched from the side.

His problem-solving ideas are very mature, and he may still take me into consideration, and write on the draft paper step by step. As a sophomore scum who is very eager to improve his grades, it is really a great benefit to be able to see the problem-solving of a senior high school bully in this way.

And his handwriting is also very beautiful. The black signature pen leaves lines of smooth ink, neat and unrestrained, and I am addicted to seeing it.

"Does it look good?" Mu Junchen asked suddenly.

My eyes were still on his draft paper, trying to remember his problem-solving process, and envious of his handwriting. When I felt something, Mu Junchen's lips were almost touching my face. Brush on the cheeks.

"Dear?" I asked him what he meant.

He expressed his meaning with actions, put his hands on my lower back, gently supported them, and covered his lips.

A very light and restrained kiss, let go after the kiss, and sat on the side blushing.

Red hair, only one kiss.

I took out a little book, wrote the date on the first page, and drew a line below it.

"What is this?!" Mu Junchen exclaimed in shock.

"You have to remember how many kisses you have had, otherwise how will you know when the kiss is over?" I explained.

Mu Junchen looked unhappy, frowned, and leaned over: "How many kisses have you had?"

Me: "Since you gave 1 yuan last night to now, it's just one."

"Then how many unmarried ones are left?" Mu Junchen swallowed obviously.

"Five dollars each, divide ten thousand by five, and then subtract one...there are nineteen hundred and ninety-nine, right?"

"Well," Mu Junchen nodded, thinking seriously, "If you only kiss one a day, then..."

"Then after you finish kissing, birthday stars will hang themselves." I reminded warmly.

The corners of Mu Junchen's mouth were curled up in a joyous manner, and there was a chicken thief's light in his eyes.

What do you mean?

I leaned over and told him nakedly whether he wanted to kiss him or not, but it was fine if Mu Junchen didn't kiss, but he fell back and rolled on the massage table: "I won't kiss anymore! Just one kiss a day! It's great You can kiss for six years hahahaha!"

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