I just want to tease the general

In the afternoon, Cultural Street is very lively.

The sun shines on the street, bringing a bit of warmth.Qi Jing narrowed his eyes and looked out through the glass.

There is an endless stream of people, some carrying satchels, some holding cameras, and some holding hands, wandering here and there on the street.

Qi Luoyang leaned next to him, looked outside for a week, and asked him curiously: "What are you looking at? You are smiling so happily."

"Did I laugh?" Qi Jing instantly straightened his face, looking serious like an old gentleman.

"...Ha ha." Qi Luoyang didn't want to talk to him, and somehow reminded him of the scene of being beaten when he was a child.

He shook his goosebumps, hugged his phone, and started playing games.

When Su Yue came back after buying milk tea, he took off his coat and stomped his feet, "Tsk, you don't know, it's really crowded outside."

"The sun finally came out. In order to absorb the ultraviolet rays, everyone was naturally crowded." Qi Luoyang was picking a hero, so he answered the words casually.

Su Yue wanted to kick him out.

"Don't you think such a city is popular?" Qi Jing took a cup of milk tea, tested the temperature, inserted a straw, and drank it.

Su Yue had an indifferent face, he didn't think it was so good at all, thank you!

Qi Luoyang looked like a ghost, exactly the same as his brother back then.

"Forget it, you don't understand." Popularity represents the luck of a country, the more peaceful and prosperous it is, the longer the country will exist.

If the population is sparsely populated, it is estimated that the city will not be so prosperous.

"If you don't understand, then you don't understand. Anyway, you don't write anymore, why don't we play games?" Qi Luoyang suggested sincerely.

"I don't want to fight, it's boring to win everything." Qi Jing shook his head.

Qi Luoyang: "..." Labor and management want to make a circle for you, draw a cross for you, and give you zero points to go home.

Su Yue's face was numb, I'm used to it, hehe.

Qi Luoyang remembered what he had told Xu Jue. He looked at Qi Jing and said seriously, "Ah Jing, don't you want to make up lessons? You can find Brother Xu. He was the number one scholar in the province and the first in all subjects."

"But will it be too troublesome?" After all, Xu Jue was at work.

"No, you can find him while he's resting. At worst, you'll pay for tuition." Qi Luoyang didn't care much, he thought Brother Xu should be very happy.

"Okay, then give me Brother Xu's WeChat."

Qi Luoyang gave an OK comparison.

With the straw in his mouth, Su Yue couldn't help thinking a little bit more, he didn't think Qi Luoyang would be so kind.

Qi Jing, who is still in the future, has already seen the verification message from Xu Jue.

He quickly clicked through, and asked actively: Brother Xu, do you have much free time?

As Qi Lunheng's secretary, Xu Jue has a lot to deal with in a day.

Occasionally, when I went out to get something, the phone was thrown directly on Qi Lunheng's desk.

It happened that Qi Lunheng accidentally caught a glimpse of Qi Jing's head portrait, which he was all too familiar with, a simple street scene.

Seeing the string of words, Qi Lunheng only felt that his anger was burning. He suppressed the dissatisfaction in his heart and pretended not to see it.

Who knew the phone rang again.

Qi Luoyang: Brother Xu, Ah Jing wants to ask you to make up lessons.

Qi Luoyang: By the way, you remember about the party!

Qi Lunheng frowned, wondering what exactly Qi Luoyang had said to Xu Jue in the morning.

Qi Jing, make up lessons, party?Gathering with friends to study?

Xu Jue came in with the documents, and what he saw was Qi Lunheng looking constipated.

He chuckled, "Who made our CEO angry?"

Qi Lunheng didn't want to speak.

Xu Jue didn't care either, he picked up his phone to read the message, and replied a hello to Qi Luoyang.

He replied to Qi Jing that he was usually free on Saturdays and weekends.

Qi Jing seemed to be playing with his mobile phone, and replied in seconds: Then can you help me with my lessons?

Xu Jue: Which one?

The down-and-out Ah Jing: ... Except for liberal arts, everything else is needed...

Xu Jue: ...

Xu Jue: Are you being silly?

Desperate Ah Jing: ...Brother Xu, you are so humorous [cold]

Xu Jue: [Location]

Xu Jue: This is my home. Come over with your textbooks on Saturdays and weekends.Send me a message before you head out.

Downtrodden Ah Jing: Good.

Seeing Xu Jue's smile on the corner of his mouth, Qi Lunheng seemed unable to put it down.

He knocked on the table with his hand and reminded in a cold voice, "It's working hours."

Xu Jue pushed his glasses, and began to chat about work in a serious manner.

The sunlight hits the one-way glass, as if it can't pass through, but can only be reflected back, irritating the eyes of the people on the opposite side.

After Qi Jing replied to the message, he put the phone into his down jacket. Seeing Su Yue sketching, he couldn't help but move over.

He never knew that in Su Yue's eyes, he was like this.

Like a poor little boy who can't find his way home, he can only be picked up by kind people.

"A Yue, you are too careless." How could he be so pitiful, although he really couldn't find his way home, but the person who was painting gave him a home.

Su Yue put down his pen and looked at the messy drawing board. Except for the pair of eyes on the paper that looked like Qi Jing, he couldn't find any resemblance.

"Do you have sharp eyes? You can see this?"

"..." So blame him for having too good eyesight?

"Let me see." Qi Luoyang just finished playing a game, and he got together, afraid that the small army would forget him.

"Why are you everywhere?" Su Yue reluctantly moved aside.

"Su Yue, you can't do this one! Someday I will steal my brother's drawing and show it to you, it will be vivid." Qi Luoyang was speechless, he looks pretty, but why is the drawing so ugly!

Su Yue especially wanted to pick up the drawing board and hit him on the forehead, the kind that would see blood.

Qi Jing froze for a moment, but immediately regained his composure.

It must be his sweetheart in the painting.