God, please be gentle with me

"Have you ever had guests at your house?" Han Jialin came out of the kitchen and asked, "Why do you have a pair of used bowls and chopsticks?"

"Oh..." Zhao Bin elongated his voice guiltily, his head spinning rapidly, and then replied, "That's the bowl and chopsticks I use to beat eggs."

"Oh~" Han Jialin nodded, and was about to sit down to eat, but found that Zhao Bin had been standing stupidly, and said, "What's the matter? Sit down and eat together."

"I'll eat later, you can eat first." Zhao Bin was worried that An Jiyu in the closet would be full, and whether he should go over and leave a gap for him.

"I...wow!" Han Jialin was about to say something, but something stepped on his instep, not very heavy, but very weird, so frightened that he jumped onto the dining chair, looked down again, it turned out to be a It was a dirt dog, looking at him with a smirk.

"Ah, Lucky Star." Zhao Bin bent down and picked it up from under the table, "Why did you come here?"

"What?" Han Jialin said in surprise, "You raised a dog, when?"

"I didn't raise it, it was...a friend picked it up and put it here temporarily." Zhao Bin teased the puppy, "You don't have to be so afraid, it still drinks milk."

"Who said I'm afraid of it, even if it doesn't drink milk, I'm not afraid." Han Jialin is afraid of dogs. When he was in the third grade of elementary school, he was walking and eating with a ham sausage when he was spotted by a stray dog. Well, the dog chased him for half a street until he threw the sausage out. He never told anyone about it, because he peed his pants in fright.

"I'll carry it over there." But Zhao Bin still felt that Han Jialin didn't like dogs, so he carried Fu Xing into the living room.

"Don't, I'm not afraid." Han Jialin still said firmly.

"Let's eat your meal." Zhao Bin turned on the TV in the living room. He planned to sit here and wait for Han Jialin to finish his meal before leaving.

A dog-blood drama is being played on TV. A married rich man is outsourcing to raise a child//three, and his wife brings people to the door to intercept him. It is a big drama.

Zhao Bin felt bored and wanted to change the channel, but Han Jialin said: "Don't change, this is interesting, it's about catching//rape!"

"Come, Fu Xing, sleep here." Zhao Bin took a courier carton, put a towel on it, and let Fu Xing sleep in it.

"Fu Xing's name is quite rustic, and this gray fur color, it's better to be called a preserved egg." Han Jialin said.

"You just know how to eat, where is the lucky star!" Zhao Bin covered the little ears of the lucky star, "Don't listen to him."

Fuxing twisted and twisted in the cardboard box, trying to crawl out.

"Is it going to shit?" Han Jialin asked.

"I don't know, I'll get some old newspapers." Zhao Bin got up and went to the balcony to get old newspapers. Dad ordered a lot of financial newspapers.

When Zhao Bin returned to the living room with a stack of newspapers, the lucky star was gone, and Han Jialin stared at his parents' room solemnly.

"What are you doing?" Zhao Bin asked puzzled.

"Hush." ​​Han Jialin made a silent gesture, then walked to the coffee table and amplified the sound of the TV.

Immediately, the house resounded with the wife's hysterical scolding//husband's voice: "Say! Where did you hide her?! You heartless bastard!"

"Binbin," Han Jialin approached Zhao Bin, and whispered, "Your house has been broken into//thieves."

"Ah?" Zhao Bin stared wide-eyed, "Isn't it?!"

"That dog... Fuxing..." Han Jialin said, "It ran into your parents' room. I wanted to go in and hug it out, but I saw it was scratching the closet door all the time!"

"Ah?!" Zhao Bin gasped.

"It's scary, isn't it?" Han Jialin saw his friend's look of seeing a ghost, and said, "A dog knows how to guard the door. If it didn't find something, it wouldn't scratch the closet."

"Look, look at what you said, it's true," Zhao Bin patted Han Jialin's shoulder and said loudly, "There is no one in my parents' room." He was delivering a letter to An Jiyu. .

"Why are you so loud? Thieves want to hear it!" Han Jialin rolled up his sleeves, "You are so brave, how dare you come here to steal//steal! Fortunately, I am here, otherwise how would you deal with it alone?"

"There are really no thieves!" When Zhao Bin said this, the scumbag husband on the TV also said: "She is really not here."

Han Jialin and Zhao Bin glanced at the TV at the same time. The scumbag husband was blocking the door of the bedroom, preventing his wife from entering.

Cooperating with the tense BGM on TV, the atmosphere in Zhao Bin's house became tense for a while.

"No, I'm going to have a look." Han Jialin looked left and right, picked up the small wooden mallet that Zhao Bin's father used to beat his back, and shook it. The value of force was not enough, so he put down the wooden mallet and walked around the room to take it. Pick up a broom, long enough to defend and hit people, um, that's all.

Zhao Bin was anxious like an ant on a hot pot. He watched Han Jialin go into the house with a broom. He imitated his scumbag husband and rushed over and blocked the door.

"Wait! If there are really thieves, it's too dangerous for you to go in like this. I'll call the police and we'll wait outside." Zhao Bin's forehead was sweating.

"Call the police?"

"Yes, it's better to report//the police." Zhao Bin nodded fiercely.Get Han Jialin out first, and then talk.

"Alright." Han Jialin nodded and put down the broom.

Zhao Bin heaved a sigh of relief, hooked Han Jialin's shoulders, and planned to go out with him, but Han Jialin turned around and walked into the bedroom!And still run!

"Han Jialin!" Zhao Bin's heart beat faster in one breath, he chased after him, and saw Han Jialin pressing one hand on the wardrobe doorknob.

"Student Zhao Bin, I'll give you a chance to confess," Han Jialin raised his eyebrows, "Is there anyone here?"

"You, you..." Zhao Bin was speechless, Han Jialin was usually very dull, why did he become smart at this time!

"Hmph! You won't cry if you don't see the coffin!" Han Jialin opened the cabinet door, and met An Jiyu inside.

"Ah!" Han Jialin was stunned, An Jiyu blinked his eyes and remained silent, Zhao Bin had already petrified, and his head could not react at all.

"Okay! You! You really hid a woman at home behind my back!" On the TV, the main wife cursed furiously.

Han Jialin blinked his eyes twice, looked at Zhao Bin beside him and said, "You//mother is behind my back! There's a man hiding at home!"

"What are you talking about!" Zhao Bin blushed, raised his hand and knocked Han Jialin on the head, "Keep your voice down!"

The soundproofing of the building is not good enough, so yelling is not allowed to be heard by the neighbors.

"Isn't this what it is?" Han Jialin pointed at An Jiyu and said, "And he looks just like that star!"

At this moment, An Jiyu can no longer pretend to be a wooden man, he smiled and said: "Please let me go."

Reluctantly, Han Jialin stood aside, glared at Zhao Bin, and asked eagerly, "What's going on? Zhao Bin, who is he? Why are you hiding him in the closet? Tell me! Did you recite it?" Are you watching me do something wrong? The pair of shoes at the door belong to him! Ah! There are also bowls and chopsticks! You are eating with him, so you open the door so late?!"

"...You can ask him." Zhao Bin felt the pain in his brain, so he couldn't help pinching his temples.

"Let's start with self-introduction." An Jiyu stretched out his hand and said with a slight smile, "I'm An Jiyu."

"Hey! Even the name..." Han Jialin just wanted to laugh, but suddenly came to his senses, "What? Are you really An Jiyu?!"

"I am." An Jiyu nodded.

"Wait a minute." Han Jialin took out his mobile phone, opened the web app and entered it for a while. The picture of An Jiyu was displayed on the mobile phone, but it was all time.

In a magazine.

"Front." Han Jialin said to An Jiyu, An Jiyu blinked and faced Han Jialin head on.

"To the side, tilt your head." Han Jialin said again, and An Jiyu showed the right side of his face very cooperatively.

"The hair is different, the makeup is also different, look at the left side of the face."

"Enough is enough for you!" Zhao Bin interrupted, "He is An Jiyu, as if it were fake."

"What?!" Han Jialin said in surprise, "Zhao Bin, how did you know An Jiyu?!"

"It's just..." Zhao Bin was about to explain, but Han Jialin suddenly turned around and looked around: "I see, is this a variety show? A celebrity visits suddenly or something, is there a hidden camera?"

Seeing his old friend who was calm on the surface but actually quite frightened, Zhao Bin sighed, pressed his hands on his shoulders to make him stand still, and then

Said: "There are no cameras, and there are no variety shows. He is An Jiyu, but he is also my... tutor."

"What? Your parents invited An Jiyu to be your teacher?!" Han Jialin was even more surprised, grabbing Zhao Bin's shoulder and shaking, "How much will it cost?! Uncle, did you win the lottery?"

"My dad didn't win the lottery, ticket, what did you think?" Zhao Bin nearly fainted Han Jialin.

"Student Han, Zhao Bin and I met in the game. By chance, I became his make-up teacher. My make-up is free.

of. "An Jiyu stretched out his hand to stop Han Jialin from shaking Zhao Bin.

"That is, his parents don't know?"

"I don't know yet." An Jiyu replied with a slight smile.

"Then!" Han Jialin suddenly thought of something, so he turned his head and asked Zhao Bin, "You are making up lessons at school. Lu Qi said that the voice is very similar to An Jiyu, but it is actually An Jiyu himself?"

"Yes." Zhao Bin nodded.

"Then!" Han Jialin asked again, "The person who sent you flowers and review materials is also An Jiyu?"

"Yes." Zhao Bin nodded again.

"Then!" Han Jialin asked again, "Last time, you said that he was the one who owed you kindness?"

"...Well." Zhao Bin coughed lightly and admitted.

"Then!" Han Jialin asked again, "Is he the one who made you inattentive in class and almost skipped class?"

"Skipping class?" An Jiyu looked at Zhao Bin.

"I didn't miss class." Zhao Bin stuck out his tongue at An Jiyu, "I didn't make it."

"Oh, it's my fault, are you worried about me?" An Jiyu was very understanding.

"I was wrong first." Zhao Bin smiled embarrassedly.

"Hey! I'm still here! I haven't left yet!" Seeing the two of them looking at each other and smiling, Han Jialin was about to explode, can he not be angry?Looking at An Jiyu who was secretly hidden by Zhao Bin, he felt angry at being cuckolded.This is his close buddy, not An Jiyu's!