The scheming beauty is always fishing for me

To Qin's side.

Fang Nanshui's coquettish voice came from upstairs: "I'm hungry."

Zhong Buyun: "Stop howling, I'll order you takeaway."

Yang Zhi was sitting on a chair doing nothing, Xiang Qin was wearing black two-finger gloves, drawing something on the digital screen.

Yang Zhi listened to the movement for a long time, she gnawed on an apple, turned her head and asked Xiang Qin: "Is the person Zhong Ge is looking for this time a little too young?"

Without raising his head, Xiang Qin hummed, "I just turned eighteen."

Yangzhi gasped: "12 years difference? Is Brother Zhong crazy? Still in school, kid!"

Zhong Buyun had a hard time settling down, and walked down from the second floor with his pockets in his pocket: "Who is crazy?"

Yangzhi glanced at Fang Nanshui at the upstairs window, and said in a low voice, "No matter how old you are, you can be his father. You can handle such a young boy?"

Zhong Buyun laughed angrily: "Is it me who wants to attack? He is the one who sticks to me, and I never touched him at all."

Xiang Qin tilted his head and asked hesitantly, "Did you..."

Zhong Buyun squeezed between his eyebrows: "I haven't slept in bed."

Yangzhi let out a sigh of relief: "I thought you were so mad."

"Get out." Zhong Buyun's head hurts, "This little brat is thinking too much. Didn't he get drunk last night? He woke up on my bed this morning covered in hickey marks, and told me to take responsibility."

Xiang Qin: "Did you mess with... sex?"

Zhong Buyun dragged a chair and leaned back: "It's not like you were away last night, can you still be hard after drinking three bottles of white?"

Xiang Qin: "..."

No matter how many times, he is still not used to Zhong Buyun's straightforward communication.

Yangzhi became curious: "Then what's going on? He can't mess you up, can he?"

Zhong Buyun chuckled: "The hickey he sucked out for himself with a straw, if I hadn't checked the monitoring in the living room, I would have believed it."

Xiang Qin: "..."

Yangzhi gave a thumbs up: "Awesome."

"He lives at your house?"

"The child ran away from home. It was raining that day, and he squatted pitifully next to the trash can." Zhong Buyun sighed quietly, "I was soft-hearted, so I took it back."

Xiang Qin finished the last stroke, took off his gloves, and turned off the digital screen: "Why didn't you call the police?"

"He doesn't want to, I know his home from the delivery address in his mobile phone—"

When Zhong Buyun said this, he glanced upstairs and lowered his voice: "I went alone, I want his parents to persuade him to go home."

When they heard this, both Yang Zhi and Xiang Qin knew that the result would not be good, and Zhong Buyun frowned too deeply.

"His stepmother opened the door for me. It doesn't matter whether he lives or dies at all. His father also has an attitude of loving sex. He probably thinks it's disobedient and cumbersome, so he doesn't want to care about it."

Xiang Qin was silent for a few seconds: "Where's his mother?"

Zhong Buyun: "He's remarried and he's out of town. He has contact information in his cell phone. I dialed it once, but I can't get in touch."

Yang Zhi put down the apple and said, "This is worse than me..."

Xiang Qin: "You're only eighteen, you should still be in school now, don't you go to school?"

Zhong Buyun sighed: "This kid likes boys, and his stepmother found out, and made a fuss at school. He has strong self-esteem, and he refuses to go back at all."

Yangzhi: "What if you don't go to school? Parents don't care, what will he do if he doesn't work hard?"

She herself did not go to university, so she is very sensitive to this. Although going to school is not the only way out, at least it can make her less financially difficult when making choices in the future.

Xiang Qin looked up at the second floor, his eyes darkened.

Zhong Buyun leaned on the chair: "So I thought, first find him a tutor, and wait for the second half of the year to change schools and repeat the third year of high school."

Yangzhi opened his mouth: "Zhong Dashan, you are really..."

Zhong Buyun spread his hands: "Those who want to pay IOUs, they will pay me double when he graduates from university."

Xiang Qin: "Then between now and graduation, do you plan to raise him?"

Zhong Buyun said helplessly: "Who made this child rely on me."

Both Xiang Qin and Yang Zhi have received Zhong Buyun's kindness, otherwise they would not be able to live like this now.

Fang Nanshui was lucky to meet Zhong Buyun, who likes to meddle in other people's business.

Ye Jin didn't know the story over there, and was talking about the topic as patiently as possible.

The employer's child is also a boy named Wang Jue. He has not been to school for a week, and he is doing his best to help the child keep up with the school schedule.

Fortunately, it was going to be a holiday, and their classes were almost done, and recently the school mainly focused on reviewing.

"Do you understand the idea?"

Wang Jue hummed perfunctorily: "Understood."

Ye Jin straightened her body, looked down coldly at the kid who was not doing anything right: "Do this question again for me to see."

Wang Jue glared at him.

Ye Jin pointed to the pen and said concisely: "Do it, now, immediately."

"You're prettier than a woman, what a bitch..." Wang Jue muttered, but he was inexplicably afraid of Ye Jin, so he reluctantly picked up a pen and scribbled nonsense on the draft paper.

Ye Jin was not angry either. He tapped his fingers on the table: "You. Mom told me that your grade was in the top [-] in the first grade of junior high school. Now that your grade is at the bottom, you still refuse to study. Do you plan to go to high school?"

Wang Jue retorted unconvinced: "You just need to have hands when you go to high school."

"Okay." Ye Jin asked, "How many grades did you get in the last monthly exam?"

"...572."

"How many people are in your grade?"

"...660 eight."

Wang Jue nestled in the chair, lowered his head and played with his hands.

"Now the national junior high school entrance rate is only 50.00%. That is to say, most of your students beyond the 350th grade will probably not be able to go to general high school. They will either go to a technical school or a vocational high school. Do you want to do the same?"

"Who said that?" Wang Jue sneered, "I can still go abroad, you poor man!"

In his eyes, people who have to go out to find tutoring jobs when they are in school are not poor people who work and study.

Ye Jin has been teaching him for two months, and the previous tutor couldn't stand Wang Jue's attitude, so he left directly.

When he first arrived, Wang Jue was a little frightened by being bluffed, but after a few lessons, he basically showed his true colors, you tell yours, and he plays with others.

It doesn't work to reason with him. If someone has money, it doesn't matter if he can't go to high school or university. It's just a matter of spending money to go abroad to get a degree.

When the time comes back, you can still pretend to be aggressive in front of your friends and brothers.

Looking for a job is not within Wang Jue's consideration. Since he has money, his parents will never starve him, and he will inherit the family business directly when the time comes.

Ye Jin checked the time, it was almost 03:30 now.

He felt that he was really wasting his time. Instead of wasting time in this family, it would be better to find a student who would listen carefully to the class. Even if he went back to the apartment to tease Xiang Qin, watching him blush would be better than playing the piano with this pair of donkeys.

He packed up his things and stood up: "I'll tell you. Mom, I'm not capable enough to teach you."

Wang Jue was taken aback, and curled his lips: "You get angry when you call me poor? Don't take my money if you have the ability, trash——"

Ye Jin originally wanted to say the last sentence, but now she is really too lazy to speak.

"You are free, classmate Wang Jue." Ye Jin stepped forward with slender legs, "Go and play games."

In his last glance, Wang Jue saw a little pity.

Unhappy, he threw a pillow at Ye Jin, not knowing what qualifications he had to pity himself.

Ye Jin closed the door and sent a message to her employer, telling her that today's fee would not be settled.

Wang Jue's mother was not surprised, she just held back a few words and asked him if he could persevere.

Ye Jin naturally would not agree.

The cold wind was blowing outside, and the pale sunshine could not bring any warmth.

On the day he came to this family for the first time, he accidentally bumped into the pregnancy test/pregnancy stick left by the employer on the table.

The employer also put it bluntly, saying that he and his husband are preparing to conceive and plan to have a child, please don't tell Wang Jue, for fear that the son will make trouble.

In fact, they both had a tie, and now they decided to have it, and the couple are both in their late 40s.

Ye Jin walked towards the subway quickly, not thinking about it anymore.

Everyone has to be responsible for their own lives, even if they are only teenagers.

He glanced at the time, it was almost four o'clock, if he went directly to the apartment, he might meet Xiang Qin who was about to go home.

There weren't many people in the subway at the moment, so he found a place to sit down, and the two little girls in Hanfu who were opposite him were watching him secretly.

After a while, one of them came over and asked if it was convenient for the other party to give a contact information.

Ye Jin has encountered this kind of thing countless times, and the direction of rejection is also very polite: "Sorry, it's not very convenient, there are people at home."

In the past, such words were of course an excuse, but now Ye Jin was in a daze. Is there someone in the family... Xiang Qin?

He couldn't help laughing.

In the eyes of the young lady who wanted to get in touch, he thought of the object of his family, and then smiled dotingly, awsl! !

She blushed and asked, "May I take the liberty to ask, at home... Is it the little brother or the little sister?"

This is the first time Ye Jin encountered such a problem: "Little brother."

After the little girl heard the answer, she bent down suddenly: "Thank you! Excuse me!"

Then he jumped and jumped towards his girlfriend who was diagonally opposite, the corners of his mouth crazily raised up - hit it, hit it!

The next stop was coming, Ye Jin got up, and waved to the little girls before leaving.

The subway is still a few hundred meters away from Nanshan Apartment, so he has to walk another way.

The milk tea shops on the side of the road were overcrowded. Ye Jin didn't know the brand of milk tea shops, so he thought about it and found the one with the longest queue.

A small number of people does not necessarily mean that it is not good to drink, but a large number of people may not be easy to step on the thunder.

Twenty minutes later, with two cups of milk tea in hand, he opened the door of the apartment with a password.

Xiang Qin was standing next to the brown cabinet on the balcony when he heard the door open, he was startled, like a child who happened to be caught by his parents playing with his mobile phone, he turned his back guiltily.

Ye Jin raised her eyebrows slightly: "Brother Qin did something bad?"

Burning at the base of Qin's ear: "No."

Ye Jin: "Really? Show me that hand."

Xiang Qinchao was obedient, and stretched out his hand hesitantly, with two post-it notes spread out in his palm.

Ye Jin was very familiar with the handwriting on it, it was the two that Xiang Qin left a message for him at noon, and he even wrote a reply.

"..." Ye Jin put the study materials on the table, what is there to hide on the post-it notes?

"What do you do with it?"

"keep it……"

Ye Jin dragged the end of the voice and said: "It's fine to throw this kind of thing in the trash can, what can I collect?"

"I want it." Xiang Qin hesitated for a while, afraid that Ye Jin would think too much, and added, "Your handwriting is pretty."

Ye Jin laughed: "Then write a few more for you."

Xiang Qin shook his head: "No need, just these two."

Ye Jin stared at him for a while, sometimes she really didn't know what Xiang Qin meant.

He was a little helpless, but he still turned around and said with a smile: "Then you hide quickly, I won't peep."

Xiang Qin's ears were so hot that he quickly put the post-it note with Ye Jin's handwriting into the small box: "Why did you come back so early?"

The post-it said to be back at five.

Ye Jin said truthfully: "I terminated the contract with the employer, and I plan to change the student to teach."

Xiang Qin was taken aback, and wanted to say that it didn't have to be so hard, but he was afraid that Ye Jin would feel uncomfortable, so he struggled for a long time without saying anything.

"Is it too difficult to teach?"

"Be used to by the family, self-willed."

"Oh……"

Xiang Qin thought, Ye Jin was also a child who was spoiled by the family since childhood, but he was not willful at all, and he was very powerful.

Ye Jin handed him the milk tea with the straw inserted: "Here, bring Mr. Xiang the first cup of milk tea in winter."

"Thank you—" Xiang Qin took a sip, "It's delicious."

Ye Jin looked at his rolling Adam's apple, and curled her lower lip: "Ah, I'm sorry, I gave it wrong, I just drank your cup."

Xiang Qin: "..."

A cup of milk tea burned his face red.

He stammered, "Then, in exchange..."

Ye Jin smiled: "What should I do, I've also drank this cup, which one would Brother Qin want?"

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