Ling Sirui's parents in class two of the third year are a bit strange

Hao Ke only felt his ears warm up, and quickly turned his face back: "It's just a few bowls, I can just wash them, and it's not easy to rinse them off with detergent."

Ling Xu did not back down, insisting, "I also wash dishes at home."

"Then...alright." Hao Ke let go of her hand and got out of Ling Xu's arms.

If he disagrees, they don't know how long they will maintain this posture.

Ling Xu plunged into the sink and started to wash the dishes.

"Wait a minute!" Hao Ke took off the apron, held up the part of the headgear, "Put on the apron, you new clothes, don't get dirty."

Ling Xu looked down at his shirt, the part close to the sink was already wet a lot.

Ling Xu: ...

Ling Xu put down the bowl, turned around, and asked Hao Ke to put on an apron with his oily hands.

"Lower your head." Hao Ke subconsciously used a commanding tone.

Ling Xu lowered his head, his short, frizzy hair brushed Hao Ke's hand, and got into the collar of the apron.

Hao Ke was taken aback, the feeling just now was very strange, as if his hand was rubbed by a large poodle.

Ling Xu straightened his upper body, not seeing Hao Ke's movement, so he couldn't help showing a questioning look.

Hao Ke just came back to his senses, what was he thinking just now, this is the parent of his classmate!So disrespectful.

"Turn around." Hao Ke pouted a little, determined to get back the dignity of the teacher.

Ling Xu turned around, his hands were still tied, and the belt on the back of the apron was not tied.

Ling Xu was tall, and the apron that fit Hao Ke originally was like an adult wearing a child's clothes on him, and the belt went below his ribs.

Ling Xu's upper body was relatively wide in the chest area. Hao Ke stood behind him, but he didn't see the apron strap. He had to reach under Ling Xu's arm to find the apron strap.

This action is like a blind man touching an elephant. The blind man really cannot see what is going on in front of him, and the elephant is really big.

Hao Ke's teacher's dignity, which had just been propped up, was shattered into dross again.

Pushing against his warm ears, he finally tied up his apron strings.

Heaving a sigh of relief, Hao Ke took a step back and reminded Ling Xu that the dish soap was on his right.

"Oh." Ling Xu agreed, and reached for the dish soap.

Suddenly, out of nowhere, there was a "crack" sound, and the plate in Ling Xu's hand suddenly exploded!

Hao Ke was taken aback, and hurriedly pulled Ling Xu's arm, trying to push forward to see what was going on: "Don't move, let me clean up."

"I'm sorry," Ling Xu said in a deep voice, "I didn't expect it to be so fragile."

The Ling family has always eaten with the enamel basin recommended by Wan Jianguo, so there has never been such a problem.

Hao Ke didn't care about the embarrassment at this time, squeezed Ling Xu's body, and leaned over to the sink to look, only to see that one plate was completely broken, and the other plates and the corners of the sink were all broken porcelain pieces .

"I'll clean it up." Hao Ke felt a little distressed. Although he rented out this apartment, the pots, pans, bed sheets and pillowcases inside were all slowly added one by one according to his own preferences, including this one. A set of small plates is not the kind that can be bought in a big store. If you break one, you will lose one.

He was afraid that if Ling Xu broke a few more dishes when he was cleaning them up, he would be heartbroken to death, so he reached out to pick up other dishes.

"Be careful!" Ling Xu's bass surround sound came from the upper edge of Hao Ke's ears, shaking his heart.

"hiss."

A drop of bright red blood quickly emerged from the cut of the index finger, slipped down the white finger, and dripped onto the palm.

Hao Ke's scalp was numb for a while. First, he thought that writing on the blackboard and batching homework would be very troublesome, which reduced his efficiency in combat. The teaching task was already very tight, and his eating guy unexpectedly lost his chain at this time!

It's all Ling Xu's fault!

Obviously don't know how to wash dishes, what kind of dishes to wash, really!

Ling Xu saw that the face close at hand became puffy, and his thin brows were wrinkled together, so the delicate and indifferent facial features became vivid.

The last time it was because of fear that even the tip of his nose turned red, but this time he was angry.

Ling Xu then made a gesture of adding fuel to the fire.

He held Hao Ke's wrist, lowered his head and sucked the cut index finger.

Hao Ke's eyes widened in shock.

He, he, what is he doing? !

"sorry."

On the sofa, the medical first aid kit was opened and spread aside.

Hao Ke took out the Band-Aid with a blank expression, and stuck it to the wound on his index finger.

Beside him, Ling Xu deeply admitted his mistake.

In a moment of impatience, he thought of treating Hao Ke with saliva, but when Hao Ke's fingers were stuffed into his mouth, he realized that Hao Ke is a human being, he can't cure a human being, but the plug is stuffed, so let's lick the blood away.

As a result, he saw that Hao Ke's face turned red with anger.

From the cheeks to the tips of the ears, a blush, like the burning red glow from that day, has been smudged to the thin eyelids.

It's very bright and beautiful... I can't think of any other description, it's probably like the setting sun shining on the sea of ​​clouds after a rain on the mountain one day, that very brilliant feeling.

So, he said sorry, if he did it again, he would still dare.

"..." Hao Ke looked at Ling Xu's solemn expression, thinking that the Kryptonians had just come to Earth after all, and they didn't understand the etiquette here. Out of good intentions, no matter how harsh he is, it's not good, "You... don't bite other people's fingers casually in the future. This action is too out of bounds, and saliva can't actually kill viruses. You still need to apply medicine if you are injured."

"Understood." Ling Xu responded.

Ling Sirui wanted to say something beside him, but after thinking about it, he didn't say anything.

In fact, he can completely understand Ling Xu, because they take the bodily fluids of the Huang people to have a good healing effect, but they can only be used on themselves or the Bai people.

If Mr. Hao cut his hand, and Ling Sirui happened to be beside him, he would also subconsciously want to lick it for treatment.

Now, Ling Xu used up this natural opportunity to lick.

what a pity.

Hao Ke buckled the medicine box, and Ling Sirui immediately stood up, picked up the medicine box, and said obediently: "Mr. Hao, let me put it away. Don't use your hands too hard."

Hao Ke nodded in relief, Ling Sirui took the medicine box and put it back in the drawer.

"I'm going to clean up the bowls." Ling Xu said, but also stood up.

Hao Ke hurriedly grabbed the hem of his clothes: "Wait a minute, your clothes are dirty, let me do it."

Ling Xu's hands were full of oil just now, in order to lick Hao Ke's wound, he first scratched his oily hand on Burberry's spring shirt.

Now, that handprint is clearly visible.

"Can this clothes be washed?" Hao Ke asked, "If the oil seeps in, it will be difficult to get rid of. Just stir it here, dry it, and you can still wear it when you leave."

Ling Xu looked bewildered, obviously not sure if he could wash it with water.

"Forget it, take it off, I think this material should be washable." Hao Ke said, looking for a big coat in the cabinet.

When he found a similar one, Ling Xu had already taken off his shirt and walked over naked.

Hao Ke only felt a shadow covering his face, and all he could see was a male body full of presence.

Ling Xu unconsciously walked up to Hao Ke, twisted the shirt into a ball, held it in his hand, and handed it to him.

Hao Ke took Ling Xu's shirt, shook it off, lowered his eyes, and glanced at the label on the back of the collar.

Not to mention, the imitation of Burberry's trademark is quite exquisite.

Can be washed!

Hao Ke pointed out the big coat he had turned out to Ling Xu: "You should wear this first, it's still quite cold in the room."

As he said that, without waiting for Ling Xu's answer, he walked into the bathroom with the shirt in his hand like a fly, put the shirt into the light-duty drum washing machine, and clicked on the quick wash.

Before that, Hao Ke took out his shirt pocket first, in case Ling Xu forgot something in it.

His hand touched a small note, and sure enough, he knew that Ling Xu would forget to take out his pocket.

Hao Ke took out the note, put the shirt into the drum, and clicked on Quick Wash.

Then, he looked at the little note.

His eyes froze.

When Ling Xu rushed into the bathroom, his shirt had already been rolling in the washing machine for 10 minutes. Hao Ke was leaning on the side of the sink, biting the nails of his uninjured hand.

"There are things in my clothes one by one." Ling Xu was a little anxious.

"Oh, I didn't pay attention, is it something important?" Hao Ke lied.

"Yes..." Ling Xu looked at the thoroughly messed-up shirt, knowing that he couldn't save it. Although he had already read and recited the content on it, it was written by Hao Ke after all, and it would be gone after washing it. , "Forget it, it's okay."

Ling Xu's expression obviously didn't seem to be all right.

But Hao Ke was not in the mood to observe these details. He walked out of the bathroom in a daze, came to the window, and looked at the street below.

The handwriting on the note was clearly written by himself.

The content on that note is the wish he has always buried in his heart:

A 90-square-meter house in the third phase of Wutongshuwan.

He didn't tell anyone, because he was afraid that if he said it, the good luck would run away.

Therefore, he would not take the initiative to bring up this matter before lottery to select a house.

However, Ling Xu took the initiative to mention it to him, not once, but twice.

It turned out not to be a coincidence, but... because of this note.

The note he wrote himself, which contained his own secret, was placed in Ling Xu's place.

Could it be that the night of the Whooping Willow was not the first time he saw a supernatural phenomenon.

Before that, he had encountered this kind of thing once, or several times.

It's not the first time he's had his memory erased.

It was not the first time he was rescued by Ling Xu.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have written this note to Ling Xu. He didn't know what kind of mood he was in when he wrote these words, but he can be sure that he must be very grateful to Ling Xu at that time, so grateful that he would not hesitate to use this kind of Ways to quickly increase the self-favorability towards Ling Xu after amnesia.

When exactly...

What happened?

Hao Ke felt that the original trust in memory was shattered, and the seemingly stable daily life in front of him suddenly became unbelievable.

No, he had to figure out what exactly he had forgotten, and in that lost memory, how did he... fall in love with Ling Xu?

It's not the kind of liking that boys and girls like, but purely interested in all aspects of this person, and has [-]% trust in his character, resulting in feelings such as "don't want to miss it" and "reluctant to bear it". Driven by his feelings, there is this note in front of Hao Ke.

Hao Ke was deep in thought, frowning tightly, he subconsciously took a bite of the Band-Aid, and the strong smell of traditional Chinese medicine spread to the tip of his tongue.

"Bah bah." Hao Ke came to his senses, spit out the glue on the edge of the Band-Aid, and held the note into his palm.

If, at that time, I thought that Ling Xu was someone who could completely open up his heart, someone who could be trusted [-]% of the time.

Then, Ling Xu's choice to send Ling Sirui to Emperor Primary School should have been carefully considered.

Should he...should respect Ling Xu's choice?