The plot collapsed after everyone thought it was rotten

Even if there is his favorite Teacher Huo bandaging his wound, Luo Ran still feels uncomfortable.

YouQi was stared at by that roommate uncle, like a glow on his back.

Ever since Huo Chuxiao gave an affirmative answer to the question about the title of "roommate", Ji Zongming was so angry that he didn't want to say a word. He threw away his laptop and wanted to go back to his room and shut himself up, but he rushed out of the bedroom after a while. The imposing manner and the bad complexion made Luo Ran tremble with fear, wondering if he had caused trouble for Mr. Huo.

Shocked, but also gave birth to a lot of dissatisfaction.

Being able to live with Mr. Huo and still have such a big temper, rich people just don't know their blessings when they are in their blessings.If it's him...

The fantasy came to an abrupt end when he saw his roommate uncle coming out of the kitchen holding a knife.

The top-quality German kitchen knife, the back of the knife can refract the gentle LED light strip light to give the illusion of being cold, holding it in Ji Zongming's hand, it is not like a kitchen knife or a murder weapon.

Luo Ran watched helplessly as the roommate's uncle tossed the knife up casually, and he held the handle of the knife with precision after the 30-centimeter kitchen knife spun a few times in the air.

The little boy swallowed nervously, playing with a knife as he wanted, why did his eyes stare at him coldly.

Ji Zongming approached him expressionlessly, and when the distance was so close that Luo Ran couldn't control his instinct to raise his leg to block, he suddenly changed his route, raised his knife and dropped it——

With one knife, he split the watermelon on the coffee table.

Ji Zongming was satisfied to see that the unsightly boy in front of him was frightened like a quail, with a smug sneer on the corner of his mouth, he cut the melon into equal pieces neatly, picked up a piece and ate it by himself, but he still ate it maliciously. Stare at him.

Luo Ran became even more uncomfortable.

"Okay," Huo Chuxiao finally announced the end of the treatment after cutting off the excess gauze, "I'm going to wash my hands."

There was a lot of iodophor on his hands, and there was still a strong smell of alcohol, which was really unbearable.Getting up and going into the bathroom, he turned on the faucet and rushed to rush, completely unaware that Ji Zongming was scaring the child behind his back just now.

The two people who were left in the living room were silent for a while, Luo Ran carefully looked at the roommate's uncle through his bangs, the other party was still full of hostility like a beast whose territory had been invaded.

Ji Zongming had noticed Luo Ran's nervousness and helplessness early on, so he didn't bother to argue with the child all the time, so he picked up a piece of melon and put it in front of Luo Ran, and snorted softly as a signal.

Luo Ran whispered, "Thank you." Then he picked up the watermelon with his uninjured hand and ate it.

Ji Zongming: "Is he your teacher? What do you teach, art?"

Luo Ran nodded obediently.

Ji Zongming asked again: "Are you familiar with him? Have you been here before?"

Luo Ran weakly shook his head.

Then Ji Zongming snorted again, he was quite satisfied with the answer.If you let him know that Huo Chuxiao brought some dubious people back home while he was working, especially these men who are full of evil intentions like flies...

Ha ha, he is good looking.

But Ji Zongming came to his senses again, since he was not familiar with him, how could Huo Chuxiao take the initiative to bring someone home with his temper?

He looked at Luo Ran questioningly, and the child immediately poured beans into the bamboo tube, and he did it all.

"The teacher said that I have a talent for drawing, so I must protect my hands well."

Ji Zongming understood the cause and effect, but he was happy: "He really said, you can't fight, because fighting will hurt your hands?"

Luo Ran said yes.

Ji Zongming propped his chin with his index knuckles with great interest, and when he smiled, the original chill and sense of not being a stranger on his face suddenly faded a lot.

Luo Ran finally had the courage to strike up a conversation. In fact, he just wanted to ask about the teacher, but Ji Zongming gave him a fierce look as soon as he called him "Uncle Roommate".

"Ask uncle to whip you again."

Ji Zongming glared at the child, then he leaned back on the sofa with great determination, and changed his tone in a relaxed tone: "You can fight without using your hands. Do you want to learn?"

Luo Ranxin said that I am an art student and not a bum, why should I learn to fight?But seeing that Ji Zongming was in high spirits, he didn't dare to refuse, so he could only give an ambiguous "uh".

Ji Zongming glared at him again, "You don't want to learn the fighting skills of the army?"

"But Teacher Huo said..."

Ji Zongming's sword eyebrows immediately frowned: "It's him who opens and shuts his mouth, he's your father, so obedient?"

Luo Ran lowered his head and gnawed two mouthfuls of melon sullenly, "Teacher Huo is very gentle, and treats me better than my father."

No matter how Ji Zongming heard it, he felt uncomfortable. What does it mean to be "very gentle"?When this guy kicked him out of the house, used his bed as a shelf for drying paintings, and pondered all day how to stuff the two skeletons in the living room into his room, he was not gentle at all, he was very gentle!

You are so nice to a student, what do you do?

With that gentle kung fu, why don't you treat yourself better?

Luo Ran looked down at the gauze-wrapped hands, and said in a smaller but firmer voice, "I like Teacher Huo."

"You like a ghost!" Ji Zongming stood up from the sofa, startling the child, "Are you an adult, you are quite courageous, dare to say anything, he is your teacher!"

Luo Ran looked blank: "But, can't we be friends with the teacher? I dream of having an older brother like Teacher Huo...isn't that okay?"

Ji Zongming seemed to be dead for a second, and repeated: "Being your brother?"

"...Ah." Luo Ran was even more confused, what else... what else could it be?

Young Master Ji froze for another two seconds.

Then, he sat back quietly.

Damn it, he's been working overtime and confused for the past few days, his brain is rusted, what was he thinking just now...

When Huo Chuxiao came back from washing his hands, he saw the two people in the living room, one was eating melons, the other was slumped on the sofa playing with a Zippo lighter, shaking off the metal cover and then snapping it back, making regular noises.

In short, there was no communication, and there seemed to be a strange tacit understanding.

When Luo Ran saw him, she stood up and said honestly, "Mr. Huo, I...I'm going back."

"Oh." Seeing that he was about to leave, Huo Chuxiao stopped him, "Hey, wait."

As he spoke, he turned around and took out a small cake from the bag of desserts on the small cabinet, and handed it to Luo Ran.

He didn't speak, but Luo Ran looked very touched. He took the small paper box with both hands and pursed his lips, feeling as if he was about to cry, but the child held it back firmly.

Huo Chuxiao saw him hesitate in front of the door for a long time but couldn't say anything, and he didn't have the patience to wait any longer, so he said goodbye and was about to close the door.

Luo Ran suddenly raised his hand to lock the anti-theft door, the young man's strength was sometimes uncanny, Huo Chuxiao pressed the handrail and pulled it twice, but he didn't pull it.

"Mr. Huo, Xiao Deng was right that time. I stole the paint from him." Luo Ran seemed to muster up his courage before saying these words, "I really didn't have the money to buy that day..."

"Oh." Huo Chuxiao interrupted him calmly.

Luo Ran was taken aback.

"As I said, I only teach you how to draw, and don't care about anything else. You are almost taller than me, and you know what you are doing." Huo Chuxiao paused, and then said, "But I bought too much paint recently, you can Can you use a little for me? Anyway, it’s a waste to leave it alone.”

Luo Ran's eyes turned red, and he nodded vigorously.

Huo Chuxiao then said: "Okay, see you tomorrow."

Back home, Ji Zongming was still sitting on the sofa.Huo Chuxiao was a little surprised, he thought that Ji Zongming must have returned to his room.

The man glanced at him and suddenly said, "You're quite welcome."

Huo Chuxiao: "I don't think so."

He took out another small cake, "Eat it?"

Ji Zongming sized him up for two seconds, and when Huo Chuxiao thought it was a silent rejection, he raised his hand.

"I want chocolate mousse."

"No. There are only strawberries." Huo Chuxiao said as he was about to take the cake back.

But Ji Zongming sat up all of a sudden, protected the strawberry cake he hated the most, and said with a fierce expression: "Whatever is given to me is mine."

Huo Chuxiao rolled his eyes inwardly, the border shepherds of Qin Huai's family did not have him to protect them.

Sitting on the single sofa, Huo Chuxiao began to enjoy a bunch of desserts he bought, and unpacked each small toy, neatly arranged them one by one, looked at them with admiring eyes, and thought about the most suitable place to put them in the bedroom ...

"You are very professional in bandaging." Ji Zongming said without beginning or end.

With dessert stuffed in his mouth, Huo Chuxiao said vaguely: "When I was a child, I bumped into the house outside and didn't care, I sterilized it myself and practiced it."

Ji Zongming was startled, and he said seriously: "The Huo family treats you so badly, why should you repay your complaints with kindness?"

In fact, what he really wanted to say was why marry him.But somehow, the words couldn't come out.

"I didn't," Huo Chuxiao said frankly, "After I moved out from the Huo family, I didn't expect anything from them."

In the past, Ji Zongming would never believe this, and even scoffed at it.

But at this moment... There was a hint of belief in his heart.

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