Junior Bamboo Horse is a squeamish beauty

Ji Xiaohuan lowered his head and chuckled, as if he heard the biggest joke in the world.

"It's a good one who doesn't plan anything." He said in a low voice.

"Ji Xiaohuan..." Kuang Mu opened his mouth to say something, but was interrupted by Ji Xiaohuan raising his hand.

He was too lazy to listen to Kuang Mu's useless nonsense.

Kuang Mu held his breath in his chest, his eyes turned red in pain, like a red-eyed rabbit, he glared at Ji Xiaohuan angrily, but bit his lower lip, and didn't say another word.

Ji Xiaohuan squinted his eyes and looked at Kuang Mu. He hated Kuang Mu, and he also knew what kind of words he said could hurt Kuang Mu the most.

Young Master Kuang was very delicate, he couldn't bear to be angry, let alone be wronged.

It only needs Ji Xiaohuan to say one more word, and Kuang Mu will be so angry that tears will fall down, and he will be at a loss crying in front of him like when he was a child.

He will be very beautiful when he cries, which is the most suitable for appreciation, but when Ji Xiaohuan looked at Kuang Mu's tearful eyes, he became irritable for no reason, and didn't want to say anything.

What are you doing with him?

At this time, Kuang Mu's cell phone rang. He looked down at the caller ID of the cell phone, his face changed slightly, and he quickly pressed the mute button, but did not answer the call.

When he looked up at Ji Xiaohuan again, his eyes were obviously not as confident as before.

Ji Xiaohuan watched the movements of his hands, with a smile on his lips: "Do your parents know that you and I are in the same school?"

Kuang Mu didn't answer, Ji Xiaohuan also knew the answer.

Ji Xiaohuan didn't want to be alone with Kuang Mu anymore, he straightened up and said, "Go away before they find out, don't cause trouble for yourself, and don't cause trouble for me."

Kuang Mu's eyes hurt from Ji Xiaohuan's stinging attitude. Seeing that Ji Xiaohuan was about to walk out of the gate, he clenched his fists and blurted out: "That's your mother too."

Ji Xiaohuan paused, and said in a gloomy voice, "She's not."

After saying that, Ji Xiaohuan strode out of the office and disappeared in front of Kuang Mu.

Kuang Mu stood alone in the office, a chill came from the soles of his feet, he stared at the direction Ji Xiaohuan left for a long time, walked to the corridor step by step, and looked down.

Qiu Qing sat downstairs playing with her mobile phone.

When Ji Xiaohuan went downstairs, she immediately stood up to meet her, and the two walked out of the campus side by side.

It was already 09:30 in the evening, and the wind was blowing a little cold.

Qiu Qing walked beside Ji Xiaohuan, shrinking her neck from the cold, she looked back and asked, "Why didn't Kuang Mu come down?"

Ji Xiaohuan's voice was a little cold: "I don't know."

Qiu Qing looked up at Ji Xiaohuan's profile.

The wind blew the black hair on Ji Xiaohuan's forehead. In the night, Ji Xiaohuan seemed to be thinking about something, his face was stern without a smile, his brows were slightly frowned, but he was handsome and flamboyant.

Qiu Qing noticed that Ji Xiaohuan was not in a good mood right now, she wanted to adjust the atmosphere, shivering exaggeratedly: "It's so cold today!"

Ji Xiaohuan turned around and was in a daze for a while before realizing what Qiu Qing had said to him.

He took off his coat, put it on Qiu Qing's shoulders, and gathered the collar for her.

Ji Xiaohuan restrained his emotions very well, and he returned to his previous appearance in a blink of an eye.

Qiu Qing hesitated and asked: "Ji Xiaohuan, did I make you unhappy?"

Ji Xiaohuan was stunned for a moment, tilted his head and smiled, "Why do you say that?"

"You haven't spoken since just now, did you encounter any unpleasant things?" Qiu Qing looked up at Ji Xiaohuan, and tightly squeezed the lapels of her clothes: "You can tell me."

"I'm not unhappy, don't think about it." Ji Xiaohuan squeezed her hand.

Qiu Qing's eyes dimmed, and she didn't say any more.

There are people coming and going on the noisy street. Under the street lights, the high school couples in school uniforms are always particularly conspicuous, not to mention the two of them are among the best looking.

Passers-by all looked sideways, only saying that the current students are so sweet when they are in love, and the eyes of the young girls around are also showing envy.

In the eyes of everyone, Ji Xiaohuan is handsome and charming, but Qiu Qing is not satisfied.

Qiu Qing asked Ji Xiaohuan several times "Do you like me", "Do you care about me", such very hypocritical questions.

Every time Ji Xiaohuan's answer is, like, care.

But Qiuqing felt that Ji Xiaohuan was smiling when looking at her eyes, but there was no scorching temperature. She had seen that kind of temperature in the eyes of many boys who pursued and liked her, but she had never seen it in Ji Xiaohuan's eyes. .

Does he really like it?

Qiu Qing looked up at Ji Xiaohuan's face, a very absurd guess suddenly rose in her heart.

The coat was very warm, Qiu Qing let Ji Xiaohuan hold her hand and walked to the gate of the community.

She took off the coat and handed it to Ji Xiaohuan, then Ji Xiaohuan pulled Qiu Qing over and hugged her.

"Good night." Ji Xiaohuan said.

This is Qiu Qing's favorite part of the day, Ji Xiaohuan's heartbeat reassures her, and all those thoughtless thoughts before dissipate immediately.

Qiuqing raised her head and said to Ji Xiaohuan: "Tangtang asked me to accompany her to the party on Saturday, so why don't you come with me?"

Tangtang is Qiuqing's best friend, she is a sophomore in a vocational high school, and the people she knows are also punks in a vocational high school.

Qiuqing is beautiful and has a relaxed personality. The boys in the vocational high school like her very much, and Tangtang always asks Qiuqing to hang out with her.

Qiu Qing specifically mentions this matter now, just to see if Ji Xiaohuan will be jealous because of it.

Ji Xiaohuan thought about it for a while: "Mr. Feng is going to give a lecture on the real questions this Saturday. I won't be going. Have fun."

After speaking, Ji Xiaohuan touched her cheek, turned and left.

Qiu Qing looked at Ji Xiaohuan's back, touched the temperature of her cheeks, her hands and feet were cold.

When Kuang Mu returned home, a yellow light was on in the room.

The lamp was always on day and night. He was afraid of the dark, and even more afraid of being alone in the room, so he never turned off the lamp even when he was sleeping at night.

Kuang Mu took out his cell phone from his pocket, and he muted the cell phone. Now that it was turned on at one o'clock, there were several caller IDs on it. The first ones were Aunt Yan, and then Aunt Sun made several calls.

Kuang Mu lay down on the sofa, closed his eyes, and hung his hands along the edge, ignoring the phone call.

He experienced too many things today, mixed with various emotions, Kuang Mu felt that he was very tired, as if his hands and feet had been hit by a heavy weight, and he was so tired that he couldn't even breathe.

Before Kuang Mu had a rest, Aunt Sun called again.

Kuang Mu immediately sat up and answered the phone.

"Hey, Xiao Mu, where are you? Why didn't you answer the call just now?"

"I just came home, I was in class just now, and I didn't receive a call."

Aunt Sun paused, her voice softened a lot: "Xiao Mu...... What's wrong with your voice, are you tired today? Are you still not feeling well?"

Aunt Sun was an old nanny of Kuang's family. Kuang Mu's biological mother died early when he was a child. His father was busy with work and never cared about Kuang Mu. Aunt Sun took care of him as if he were her own grandson.

When Kuang Mu heard Aunt Sun's voice, his heart suddenly became sour.

His eyes were flushed, and he suppressed his voice so that Aunt Sun could not hear anything strange: "I'm fine, it's just... I'm too tired from class."

Aunt Sun sighed, and continued: "No matter how busy you are, don't forget your parents. My wife called you just now, and you didn't answer for a long time, but she was in a hurry. You should call her back later, don't let her Your mother is too worried."

After Kuang Mu hung up the phone, his finger waggled at the bar for the incoming call reminder - Aunt Yan.

Yan Minhui called him five times but Kuang Mu didn't answer, she must be very anxious now, Kuang Mu should have pressed down to report Yan Minhui's safety, but Kuang Mu remembered what Ji Xiaohuan asked him today.

What is he trying to figure out?

Kuang Mu always felt that he was justified in front of Ji Xiaohuan, he didn't want anything, but the only one who made Kuang Mu feel guilty was Yan Minhui.

In the end, Kuang Mu didn't call, he sent a text message to Yan Minhui to report his safety.

——Aunt Yan, I didn’t hear the call in class just now, everything is fine here.

Less than a minute after the message was sent, Yan Minhui replied to the text message.

——Xiao Mu, I don’t worry if you’re fine, you have to take good care of yourself when you’re out of town, and tell me what’s missing, mom loves you.

Kuang Mu's name was Aunt Yan Minhui, but Yan Minhui called herself mother.

Kuang Mu could even think of Yan Minhui's smile when he said these words.

Yan Minhui is a beautiful and gentle woman, Kuang Mu is not warm to her, but Yan Minhui treats Kuang Mu very well, just like her biological mother.

The better she is, the more guilty Kuang Mu feels.

Kuang Mu threw his phone on the coffee table, turned over on the sofa in agitation, and suddenly thought of something, he walked to the desk and opened his schoolbag.

In the schoolbag was the homework he was supposed to do tonight, but Kuang Mu didn't want to write anything. He took out his math competition notes, found a new notebook, and copied his own notes into the new notebook.

Every stroke and every stroke is carefully written, which is more beautiful than his original notes.

The phone dinged again, and a new message came.

A transfer message was displayed on the phone screen, and Yan Minhui transferred 10 yuan to Kuang Mu's card, and then another text message came.

——Xiao Mu, it's going to be cold soon, buy a few more thick clothes, if you don't have enough money, ask your mother for them.

Kuang Mu didn't reply in a hurry, but looked back and forth at those words.

Kuang Mu didn't need anyone to send money. When he came to Mingcheng, Kuang Jinshan gave him a black card, which could overdraw millions of yuan.

Yan Minhui also knew this, but still sent money to Kuang Mu from time to time.

[-] today, [-] tomorrow, and I have saved a lot these days.

Kuang Mu couldn't help but suddenly thought of Ji Xiaohuan again.

How has Ji Xiaohuan been all these years?

Does anyone else care about whether he will be tired, cold, or short of money?

Kuang Mu thought his heart was tense, he shook his head, feeling that he was really dazed.

The Ji family has a great career, and five years ago, the Ji family was an existence that the Kuang family could not afford.

Ji Xiaohuan's father, Ji Mingyi, is a gentle and caring man, he loves Ji Xiaohuan so much, he is a hundred times better than Kuang Jinshan.

He will definitely take good care of Ji Xiaohuan.

Kuang Mu breathed a sigh of relief when he thought of this, and he replied a message to Yan Minhui.

——Thank you, auntie.