The Boyfriend Return Policy

Xu Du's understanding of baijiu is probably equivalent to the people who eat melons after the World Cup, who will only follow and shout "The ball has been scored!!"

Although he didn't know what Zhou Jixing was talking about, but he was not blind, and he could tell from Teacher Xu's expression that that thing was not cheap.

Although Zhou Jixing was a beast who took advantage of the fire, Xu Du really didn't think about getting anything from him: "Stop talking nonsense, is this me kneeling for nothing?"

As he spoke, he was about to stand up, kneeling for too long and hadn't been subjected to this family law for a long time. As soon as Xu Du got up, his knees bent and he leaned forward. Zhou Jixing quickly supported him.

Xu Du waited until he was supported, and exhaled in fear: "Let me sit for a while, I'm old with old arms and legs."

Teacher Xu, who had already sat down on the seat, said indifferently, "Shout old in front of me, you are still 800 years too early."

Teacher Zhuang waved his hand and used the decision-making power: "Okay, this is over, don't mention it to anyone!"

Xu Du raised his hand in agreement: "Mr. Zhuang is wise!"

Teacher Xu: "This..."

Teacher Xu still wanted to gain some authority for himself, but as soon as he said a word, Teacher Zhuang stared back at him.

Teacher Zhuang: "Eat dumplings! The dumplings are cold!"

When not entertaining relatives, the dining table will not be fully opened, maintaining a rectangular posture, and the old couple sit together. In the eyes of the old couple, they are a young couple, so naturally they have to sit next to each other.

The old couple and the young couple sat together. Among the old couple, one looked at the young couple opposite, full of joy and contentment, and the other looked at the opposite two with a bad face.

On the other hand, looking at the young couple, they didn't see the eyes of the old couple at all.

Xu Du's butt was next to the chair, feeling satisfied in his heart, not to mention the old couple, even sitting next to him for a few lines, he didn't pay much attention.

Xu Du took the chopsticks and stretched them towards the big and beautiful shrimp dumplings, but before the chopsticks touched the big white dumplings, Teacher Xu stopped the chopsticks: "Are there any rules!"

Well, this is still angry.

Xu Du resolutely withdrew his chopsticks: "Please, you eat first."

Teacher Xu snorted, probably meaning: Even if you are a kid, you still have some eyesight.

As soon as he picked up the dumpling that Xu Du couldn't get, he heard Mr. Zhuang cough, so he turned the chopsticks: "Of course my wife will eat first."

Xu Du took the lead in despising his father.

Teacher Zhuang didn't even bother to dislike it, so he directly sent this fateful dumpling to Zhou Jixing's plate.

Zhou Jixing: "Huh?"

Teacher Xu: "!!!"

Xu Du: "!!!"

Two murderous eyes looked at Zhou Jixing in unison.

Zhou Jixing was also stunned. He was originally happy to watch the play, and the Xu family father and son were very funny. They didn't expect the final ending to be like this.

Before Zhou could say anything, the real head of the family said: "Xiao Zhou, try to see if the dumplings made at home are better than those outside."

Both Xu's father and son stared straight at the dumpling on his plate, and the corners of Zhou Jixing's mouth slightly raised: "Thank you, Auntie."

Xu Du watched helplessly as the dumpling he had given up on fell into the tiger's mouth. The thin, white dumpling piece was bitten open, and the rich soup splashed out, burning the tip of the tongue and fragrant the taste buds. There is a real shrimp in it!

Xu Du said in a loveless tone: "...Dad, it's already this time, so just tell the truth."

Teacher Xu's expression was gloomy and he didn't want to talk.

Xu Du continued: "Actually, I was born illegitimately by you outside. My mother raised me up for decades and finally found out about it. Due to humanitarianism, she suppressed it and didn't tell it. She only gave it to us on weekdays." Wear small shoes?"

Teacher Xu was furious: "Fuck off! What nonsense! How many times have I said that! I am innocent!"

Xu Du raised his finger to Zhou Jixing who was sitting beside him: "Then why do I feel that my mother treats me like a stepmother, and treats this guy like my own."

Teacher Xu patted the table: "How would I know! The family status was originally low! Now it is even lower! You can handle the people you brought back yourself!"

Very funny.

Zhou Jixing lowered his head and hid his smile, keeping a little reserved in front of his elders.

Teacher Zhuang took a bite of a dumpling calmly: "Don't pay attention to them, you two playwrights."

Chatting at the dinner table of Xu’s family is very interesting. Teacher Zhuang is a Chinese teacher, and he talked about the dumpling culture jokingly. Eat rice cakes, some eat winter solstice balls, and eat glutinous rice balls. Now I gradually don't pay much attention to this day that is not even a holiday.

Probably Mr. Zhuang talked about it every year, and the father and son of the Xu family had little interest in listening to it. Mr. Xu couldn't wait to speak. As a science student, Mr. Xu talked about astronomy endlessly.

Taking advantage of this moment, Xu Du made a decisive attack and concentrated on eating the dumplings. When Teacher Xu realized that most of the dumplings were missing, he yelled at Nizi, who said he ate them all and was fearless.

After dinner, Mr. Xu was asked by Mr. Zhuang to wash the dishes in the name of "digestion after dinner". In front of his wife, Mr. Xu has no right to say no.

"Do you think my dad is very obedient?" Xu Du raised his eyebrows.

Zhou Jixing didn't speak, and Xu Du didn't care whether he answered or not, and explained by himself: "If my dad doesn't go here, my mom can talk about his weight when he was 20 years old, his latest medical report, and the final conclusion." It means no smoking, no alcohol, no spicy food, no greasy food."

Zhou Jixing lowered his eyelids.

Teacher Zhuang came out of the kitchen and wiped two handfuls of water on the apron: "Xiao Zhou isn't leaving today, is he?"

Xu Du stared sharply: "No, if he doesn't leave, where will he sleep?"

Zhou Jixing doesn't know if his waist hurts now, but he does!Sleep on the sofa and sleep out!

Teacher Zhuang: "You are in the room!"

Xu Du: "..."

Teacher Zhuang: "Why do you think I bought you a two-meter bed when I was with you? Isn't it just for you to have a place to sleep when you bring your partner back?"

Xu Du: "..."

After Teacher Zhuang finished speaking, he untied his apron: "I'll make the beds thicker for you, you go take a shower first, Xu Du! Get Xiao Zhou a set of pajamas!"

Xu Du looked at Zhou Jixing.

Zhou Jixing raised his brows as if he didn't think it was a big deal, and he seemed to be very happy. This kind of happiness was based on Xu Du's pain!

Xu Du: "You don't want to share the same bed with me, do you? Tell me now, my mother will definitely listen to you."

Zhou Jixing: "Do you want to sleep on the sofa so much?"

Xu Du glanced at his living room, the sofa in the old Xu's house was not made of fabric, but that kind of mahogany furniture, not to mention whether it was cold or not, after another night, Xu Du's old bones would probably fall apart: "... Why don't you go out to live? There is a Home Inn nearby, and you can still book a room now."

Zhou Jixing looked at him with squinted eyes, the corners of his mouth twitched into a smile, as if if you say it again, I will kill you: "Rujia?"

"Don't be complacent!" Xu Du suffered the disaster of Moutai for him, and now his knee still hurts.

He looked at Zhou Jixing, his facial muscles twitched, and he spit out four words: "Taking advantage of the fire."

It's fine if the 500 yuan is gone, Xu Du really doesn't want to accept that 1.

"Why should I promise you one thing? My father and the people's teacher broke their promises, and I..."

Zhou Jixing smiled suddenly, and when he smiled, his eyes squinted, and then that smile turned into a murderous maniac in the movie: "Coriander, eggplant, taro?"

Xu Du: "..."

mom!Why bother!Why do old mothers make it difficult to kiss their sons!

When I said it before, I never thought that Mr. Zhuang would establish a seemingly deep relationship with Zhou Jixing so quickly, or he never thought that Zhou Jixing would really come to his house. A mine was planted.

Xu Du was determined to play dumb to the end: "What?"

Zhou Jixing walked towards him, the slippers rolled over the floor, and there was a voice between the two of them, especially at this moment: "Put it on, keep on pretending."

Even if Xu Du wasn't guilty, Xu Du would have to step back when he walked over like this. What's wrong with Zhou Jixing? Whenever he oppresses someone, he has to squeeze over: "I'm pretending to be me!"

Zhou Jixing stopped suddenly, his feet in black socks were worn in the earthy pattern slippers that Mr. Zhuang personally woven, his eyelids drooped, and the light slid from the tip of his hair to his eyelashes.

Because of cooking, Zhou Jixing's sleeves had already been rolled up, and he lowered his eyes to play with the mechanical watch on his wrist.

Xu Du took a bite of the tender meat in his mouth, looked up at Zhou Jixing, and looked at himself: "Compete with an actor?"

Xu Du: "..."

With previous experience, Xu Du thought that Zhou Jixing was going to touch him again, so he quickly raised his hand to block him, but he didn't expect Zhou Jixing to be like this, he shrugged: "It's okay, I'm not fussy people."

Xu Du glared at him.

Liar!

Sure enough, Zhou Jixing's next sentence was: "By the way, I forgot to tell you, I accidentally told Aunt Zhuang about the instant noodles you hid at home."

Xu Du: "..."

Sometimes, a word can really have a great impact on people, just like now, Xu Du's facial muscles are twitching visible to the naked eye, and even his brows are squeezed up and down.

"I'll go!" Whether it's bearable or unbearable, Xu Du exploded, "How many days are you going! You're sick! Why don't you play the villain if you can bear it so much! Play your affectionate number two man!"

Zhou Jixing is shameless: "Because the screenwriter is still stuck in the era of a big white lotus, and can't write a villain that fits my appearance."

Xu Du was startled. This scene is inexplicably a bit like his mother would bring up the little things from more than ten years ago one by one every time she quarreled: "Fuck! Can you remember something else! Is it some kind of kindergarten?" You still remember when you peed your pants once!"

"I don't remember that." Zhou Jixing put his hands in his pockets, and when Xu Du rushed over, he turned sideways, "Because I haven't been to kindergarten."

As he said that, he grabbed Xu Du's wrist instead, and raised his knee into the hollow of Xu Du's knee. Xu Du's knee was in a half-used state, and he was easily crushed by Zhou Jixing and almost knelt down: "This place is too big. Too small! Not enough for me to show my fists! If you have the guts, let us go and start over!"

"What are you guys up to?"

The two looked at Mr. Zhuang who came out holding the quilt in unison.

Xu Du stared at him with his eyes: "Look at how round you are!"

The corner of Zhou Jixing's mouth twitched, and he stretched out his hand to pull Xu Du up, without explaining too much, just said: "I told him not to eat instant noodles in the future, he is making trouble with me."

Xu Du's staring eyes were filled with the words "shameless".

Teacher Zhuang: "That's not edible! Xu Du, how many times have I told you, eat something decent, why have you inherited all your father's shortcomings! Can't you learn something good?"

In front of the head of the family, Xu Du can only be scolded obediently.

After Mr. Zhuang finished cursing, he turned his head and smiled at Zhou Jixing: "Xiao Zhou, the bed is ready, go wash and sleep."

Zhou Jixing: "Thank you, Auntie, where are you going?"

Zhou Jixing took the quilt that Mr. Zhuang was holding in his hand, and when he left, he turned his head and raised an eyebrow at Xu Du.

Xu Du crazily pointed his middle finger at his back.

Zhou Jixing smiled and walked forward.

……

Zhou Jixing hugged the quilt and followed Mr. Zhuang to another room. When Mr. Zhuang showed him where to put it, he was actually a little glad that he followed him.

Teacher Zhuang: "It's a bit high, be careful."

Zhou Jixing is tall, so it doesn't take much effort, but if Mr. Zhuang came by himself, he would have to step on a stool, stuff such a heavy quilt back, and accidentally fall down.

For people in their fifties, it would be a disaster if they fell once.

Zhou Jixing pointed to an empty space: "Next time, I'll get you a wardrobe and put it here. It's not safe to keep climbing."

Teacher Zhuang was happy: "Oh, what's the matter, I'm used to it."

After finishing speaking, maybe thinking about the bottle of wine, I quickly added: "Xiao Zhou, Auntie is telling you the truth, don't be so extravagant, let's not talk about money or money, we don't want you, you Have a good time with Xu Du."

In the novel, the handsome and rich president, who is considered perfect even if he is cold, always likes the heroine who makes a fuss and bluffs, probably because of his novelty.

People are too easy to get used to, like him, used to being asked for, being hinted, even the same amount of exchange must be careful, for fear of another big pit, suddenly, someone kept telling him: Don't spend money, we don't want you for anything of.

Zhou Jixing admitted that he likes, even yearns for the feeling of home.

Truly one of a kind home.

Zhou Jixing: "Don't worry, it doesn't cost money, just a few pieces of wood will do, I will do it myself."

Teacher Zhuang was surprised: "You can also carpentry."

"Yeah." Zhou Jixing nodded, "I did it a few months ago, and it may be a bit unfamiliar now, but I should be able to do it slowly."

"It's amazing!" Teacher Zhuang praised unreservedly, "You are really capable! Much better than Xu Du's salted fish!"

Zhou Jixing smiled. Compared to when Mr. Zhuang met him for the first time, he was much more relaxed. The eyes of the older generation are sharp. When is a real smile and when is a fake smile, that one glance can tell It can be seen: "But I have to wait until I am free."

Teacher Zhuang: "I know! You are busy!"

Zhou Jixing raised his hand and pointed out: "Then I'll go back first?"

"Wait." Teacher Zhuang stopped him, and Zhou Jixing looked at her suspiciously, waiting for Teacher Zhuang's next words.

Teacher Zhuang was a little hesitant to speak, and after a while, his face turned red with embarrassment, and Zhou Jixing was confused.

Teacher Zhuang raised his hand in embarrassment: "Well, Xiao Zhou, Xu Du's father is not used to it yet."

A few days a week: "Habit?"

Teacher Zhuang closed his eyes and gritted his teeth, saying that this is the end of the story, and he has to go on: "Just keep your voices down at night!"

Day of the week: "..."