The Boyfriend Return Policy

Li Duo: "The illness comes like a mountain."

Xu Du blinked hard, holding back his physical tears: "Teacher, can you say something nice?"

Li Duo smiled: "Oh, didn't you accidentally tell the truth?"

Li Duo patted his chest to assure Xu Du that she didn't believe in him, but believed in her own teaching level: "Don't worry, I will be a teacher in the future, and the students I teach will not be bad! Go ahead ! Give a few lines a surprise!"

Li Duo said so.

Xiao He also said the same.

He has nothing to do with Zhou Jixing, why even those closest to him think it is possible.

possible?What could it be?

Surprise?

Scumbag counterattack?How long is the face-slapping week?Let Zhou Jixing take a good look at him. Although he can't drive a tractor, he can still do this little thing?

Xu Du smiled: "Well, hurry up."

Xiao He raised his hand: "Good night, be careful on the road."

Xu Du: "Good night."

Xu Du was about to drive away, but Li Duo suddenly grabbed his car door and poked his head out: "Apprentice, I have taught you for so long, and I have never praised you, but you are really a very gentle people."

gentle?

Xu Du was stunned for a moment, then pointed at Xiao He and said, "You mean you never scolded her for being sloppy and talked a lot?"

Xiao He exploded: "Hey!!"

Li Duo laughed loudly: "Okay, let's go, work hard tomorrow!"

Xu Du watched them go upstairs, took a look at his phone, it was only nine o'clock, and it was almost 09:30 when he got home, probably the earliest time he returned home recently.

"Hey." Xu Du held the phone in his hand and tapped on his forehead, "What the hell?"

Just one knock, and the phone rang. Xu Du sat up straight and saw who was calling. He couldn't tell whether he was relieved or not: "Mom..."

"Why are you so weak?" Teacher Zhuang severely criticized, "It's a good thing for young people to be more lively at night, but you can't overindulge! You'll know when you get old!"

Xu Du supported the steering wheel and knocked his head on it: "...your son is working overtime."

"Huh." Teacher Zhuang expressed her surprise with her tone, "You guys can still get busy?"

Xu Du: "It's almost Chinese New Year, and I'm going to ask for leave, so I have to deal with it before I leave."

Mr. Zhuang also knew that he followed Zhou Jixing on the show: "Hey, my son is going to be on TV, have you packed everything?"

Xu Du remembered this: "...not yet."

Mr. Zhuang: "You guys are too serious, can't you do without me as an old lady? Where are you now, pack up and go to bed quickly, don't you have to catch a plane tomorrow?"

Xu Du raised his head: "On the way, ready to go back."

Teacher Zhuang: "Well, pack up better, don't be ashamed of being on TV."

Xu Du casually grabbed a piece of hair, it seemed a bit long, why don't you cut it?

"Your son has grown up like this."

Teacher Zhuang: "Clothes make a man! Why did I give birth to such a stupid thing like you! No wonder I couldn't find a date. Fortunately, I was lucky enough to catch Xiao Zhou for you after thirty, otherwise you would be single. Get old!"

Cheng Chengcheng, Zhou Jixing is a treasure, God who saves him, and saves single dogs in distress.

"Son, your dad has something to tell you."

Xu Du: "Ah, oh, I'm listening."

The person on the other end of the phone has changed. Mr. Xu has been a teacher all his life and married a wife who teaches Chinese. It is inevitable that he speaks politely, especially when he is serious: "Xu Du, take care of yourself. Your mother told you , Dad has nothing to explain."

Xu Du tightened his grip on the phone, and he listened quietly to the old father's words: "You and that kid, our family doesn't talk to him because of his profession, but your mother also said, it's fate, I admit it or not, you have also become, but Xiaodu, people suddenly entered another circle, it is inevitable to be impetuous, as human beings, we have to keep our feet firmly on the ground."

Xu Du: "Hmm..."

He knew what his dad meant.

for money?For the name?Or the original intention is to do nothing, but people go in and get lost accidentally.

That's what his parents told him.

.........

Xu Du and Zhou Jixing both had keys to the house, they didn't knock on the door, and didn't care whether the other party was at home or not, they took out the keys and entered by themselves.

Xu Du knew that he was at home now, and he saw that the lights were still on when he was downstairs.

When he entered the room, Zhou Jixing didn't speak to him, which was really strange. When he hadn't met a few times before, it seemed that no one regarded anyone as an outsider, especially Zhou Jixing, who had a bad temper and gave advice. He allocated all of Xu Du's territory to himself.

But now, they lived under the same roof, slept in the same bed, and suddenly they were strangers.

Either Xu Du didn't want to talk to him, or... once people start to care about, unfamiliarity will come.

He doesn't talk to me, why should I take the initiative to find him?

I have been looking for him twice before he responded, why should I put my hot face on his cold ass?

……

This kind of thinking gradually turned into—forget it, let’s not talk about it, it’s embarrassing to say it.

Xu Du took his pajamas and went to take a hot bath. It was rare for him to take a comfortable hot bath at home. Xu Du closed his eyes and stroked the water from his face.

The mist enveloped the entire bathroom, and the pores seemed to be opened. After the baptism of hot water, the fatigue gradually dissipated. When I just returned home, I met Zhou Jixing's eyes and the embarrassment of not being able to say a word was slowly thrown away. to the back of the head.

Xu Du took a towel, came out while wiping his hair, saw Zhou Jixing still in the living room, and asked casually, "My mother called just now."

Sure enough, Zhou Jixing raised his eyes when he heard Teacher Zhuang.

Xu Du: "Ask if we have packed our things?"

"No." Zhou Jixing got up, entered his gym, and left a closed door for Xu Du to see.

He seems angry?

But Xu Du didn't know what he was doing.

Xu Du put the towel on the chair beside him, rubbed his hair vigorously with his hands, and shook the water in his hand: "Okay, I'll collect it myself, Hajiu..."

……

Probably because she was worried that Xu Du would go out in casual clothes and shameful, Teacher Zhuang, the mother, rushed over early in the morning. When she arrived, Xu Du hadn't woken up yet, and Zhou Jixing was already shaving.

Zhou Jixing opened the door for her.

Mr. Zhuang walked in with a bag in his left hand and a bag in his right: "Xiao Zhou, you woke up really early, I haven't seen you for a while, and you're still so handsome."

Zhou Jixing smiled and closed the door.

Teacher Zhuang put the things he brought on the table, and took out the porridge that he made at home: "I started cooking it last night. The chicken is tender. Xiao Zhou, drink more, maybe What is the degree?"

"Thank you, Auntie." Zhou Jixing took the bowl, pointed to the bedroom where the door was still closed, "still sleeping."

When Mr. Zhuang heard this, he raised his voice: "Still sleeping? He's not catching the plane? I knew it. I'll make do with it later and leave."

As he said that, he rolled up his sleeves and walked to the bedroom. After a while, Zhou Jixing heard "Mom and Mom" ​​begging for mercy.

Zhou Jixing lowered his eyes, scooped a spoonful of porridge, and held it between his lips and tongue. The cooked chicken was fresh but not greasy, and it melted in the mouth.

Ten minutes later, Xu Du, who had learned to be a man again, stood at the mercy of his mother: "Ha chirp..."

Teacher Zhuang frowned: "Why is your cold still not healed? Have you packed your luggage? Have you brought all your medicines? I told you earlier that you should exercise more. You young people are sub-healthy."

Xu Du turned his head and threw the tissue into the trash can, sniffed, and said weakly, "It's almost done."

Mr. Zhuang: "Come on, go wash up quickly, look at Xiao Zhou, I don't need to worry about it."

Xu Du turned his face sideways and glanced at Zhou Jixing. Zhou Jixing was sitting at the dining table with his back facing him, his back was still there, and Xu Du wanted to sigh inexplicably.

"What's wrong?" Teacher Zhuang leaned over and whispered, "Did you quarrel?"

Xu Du shook his head, did they not quarrel at all?

Teacher Zhuang: "Give way to others, go out together, and take care of each other."

Xu Du once again experienced the pain of the day when he received the certificate. He was forced by his mother to wash his hair, change his clothes, and apply hairspray forcibly. Xu Du sneezed three times in a row, sticking to the final bottom line: "No Eyeliner!"

Teacher Zhuang: "I have single eyelids and I don't know how to save myself."

Xu Du refused, the single eyelid also has the pride of the single eyelid.

Teacher Zhuang sighed: "Silly boy, you have to trim your eyebrows too?"

Xu Du shrugged and pulled his shoulders down again, accepting the ravages of the organization.

The bedroom door was opened, and Zhou Jixing, who had finished tidying up, walked out. It was a variety show, and it was too formal to wear formal clothes. Zhou Jixing wore a black turtleneck sweater and a gray loose shirt. The sweater tightened the neckline, and the eyes looked up. It was a black earring, which was very simple and abstinent.

Xu Du stared blankly, he remembered the first time he and Zhou Jixing met, and Zhou Jixing was also wearing black.

At that time, he felt that black was too suitable for people.

Teacher Zhuang smiled happily, praised Zhou Jixing as a fairy, and pulled Zhou Jixing to deal with him together, dissatisfied Xu Du from single eyelids to thin lips, and finally concluded: "Everything that is good is not inherited, and everything is picked up." His father's shortcomings."

Xu Du mourned for his father for three seconds.

Zhou Jixing glanced slightly at Xu Du, who was sitting listlessly. Xu Du was actually not as bad as Mr. Zhuang said. He did have single eyelids, but because he was thin, with a small frame and fair skin, he seemed younger than he actually was. much smaller.

And he has a nice profile.

Xu Du was ignorant of Zhou Jixing's scrutiny, and he stared at his mother intently.

Teacher Zhuang is holding an eyebrow sharpener, but Xu Du has a feeling that she is holding a scalpel. Xu Du is the meat on the cutting board, and life and death are all in her hands: "...Mom, do it yourself lighter."

Teacher Zhuang glared at him: "Don't move, if you fix your eyebrows, can it still kill you?"

Xu Du numbly said: "Mom, I hope to present the most authentic appearance to the public."

Teacher Zhuang refused to listen: "Sloppy and real are two different things. I haven't settled accounts with you yet. How long has it been since I came here? This room is in such a mess?"

Xu Du didn't hesitate to throw the blame away: "It's all Zhou Jixing's fault."

"You're still weird Xiao Zhou!" Teacher Zhuang slapped him on the head, "You don't have long hands, do you! You're just like your father! You won't even pick up the broom if it falls off your feet! Okay, don't move. , I will fix it for you later, and you will cry."

Xu Du sat obediently, covered by his fucking figure, and every time he turned his eyelids up, he could see Teacher Zhuang killing his hard-earned eyebrows.

After Zhou Jixing was pulled over by Teacher Zhuang, he didn't leave. He put his hands in his pockets and quietly watched Xu Du being shaved.

Teacher Zhuang suddenly said, "Hey!"

Xu Du followed her in shock, his waist straightened: "??"

Teacher Zhuang said with a guilty conscience: "It's nothing, it's just a little crooked, and I'll fix it for you."

Xu Du: "...Mom, can you really do it?"

Mr. Zhuang: "There's nothing wrong with it! I've learned it all on the Internet! Why, you look down on your old mother who surfs the Internet, don't you!"

dare not, dare not...

Xu Du shut up obediently.

The old mother held the knife carefully, trying to mend the gap. Anyone who has been yelled at by the barber knows that if a place is not cut well, they will cut it shorter, and finally cut it shorter and shorter until...

Teacher Zhuang was stunned and couldn't do anything.

"Pfft..." Zhou Jixing turned sideways and raised his hand to cover his smile.

Xu Du: "??"

Xu Du quickly got up and rushed to the bathroom. There was a huge mirror in the bathroom, which clearly reflected his face, including his few remaining eyebrows... It was obvious that his trust in his mother had not been rewarded as it should be.

Xu Du covered his face in pain, and let out a miserable cry: "Mom—"

Teacher Zhuang is very guilty. As we all know, when he is guilty, his voice becomes louder: "Hey! What is it called! It's just two eyebrows, just draw one for you!"

Xu Du crawled out from the bathroom: "Let me go, because of our blood relationship, Mom, let me go..."

Teacher Zhuang: "Can you see people like this? Come here!"

Xu Du slammed the door firmly: "No!"

Teacher Zhuang: "This child! I can still eat you!"

Seeing that Xu Du really refused to come over, Mr. Zhuang took a step back: "Xiao Zhou, why don't you draw for him? Can you draw?"

Zhou Jixing nodded with a slight smile. Although most of them rely on makeup artists to apply makeup on stage, the basic grooming should be understood even if they look at it. Xu Du's eyebrows turned red, so he went to the bedroom and took his own: "Come here."

Xu Du was vigilant.

Zhou Jixing had already walked to Teacher Zhuang, waiting for him, he was scarier when he was silent than talking, Xu Du hesitated.

Mr. Zhuang: "What are you afraid of! The painting is not easy to wipe! Why did I give birth to such a timid thing like you!"

Also.

Xu Du let go of the hand holding the door, and walked over slowly, Zhou Jixing kicked a chair for him, and Xu Du sat down with his support.

Makeup artist is a very intimate profession.

Because he is always looking at you.

Zhou Jixing bent down, facing Xu Du looked up at him, was stunned for a moment, and the corners of his mouth twitched: "Close your eyes."

Draw your eyebrows and close your eyes.

But when Zhou Jixing said this, Xu Du was really closed.