My daughter-in-law, Teacher Qin

Fang Zhong, who sat up beside him, glanced at Ji Cheng unintentionally.

Then slowly turned to look at him.

The spring breeze on his face when he was young is a mess, why does he look so penetrating.

It was not so easy for Ji Cheng to show a smiling face.

That's good, the amount of laughing now has caught up with his laughing time in a year.

"Hey, old Ji."

he called him.

"Hey, hey!"

Fang Zhong clenched his fist and beat Ji Cheng's arm.

Ji Cheng's expression changed instantly.

She suppressed her smile and looked at him indifferently.

This creepy transformation...

Fang Zhong was so frightened that he hugged his arms and rubbed his goose bumps.

Grinning and examining him, "What were you thinking just now? You had a lewd smile on your face."

Ji Cheng looked natural, "Is there?"

Fang Zhong was stunned, "You should remove it, brother."

Ji Cheng didn't answer him, and re-entered the game.

Did he just smile?

He thought about Qin Shuhao just now, and then laughed?

The Internet fee they paid last night was enough for their monthly subscription at the Internet cafe.

After playing for less than two hours, Fang Zhong's mother called him and told him to go home.

The two urinated and didn't miss the Internet cafe anymore, turned off the machine and went home.

Ji Cheng was carrying his backpack and the house key and opened the door by himself, only to find that there was someone at home after he entered.

It's rare.

Firecrackers should be set off to celebrate.

There were adults in his family who came home earlier than him for two consecutive days.

Pushing open the door, he saw his father, who wished he had a whole country to manage, sitting majestically on the sofa in the living room.

Seeing Ji Cheng changing shoes at the door, he gave another stubborn lecture that was not prepared for others.

The quarrel last night made the conflict between father and son more acute.

It also made Ji Cheng fully see the stubbornness in his father's bones.

This is not the most important thing, Ji Cheng clearly told himself that he must never listen to his father and walk the way his father wants him to go.

"Ji Cheng, you are getting more and more courageous. Say, where did you go crazy with the Fang family boy yesterday?"

Ji Cheng, who was wearing slippers at the door, was about to go upstairs with his backpack, completely ignoring his father's questioning.

The energetic Ji Shang slapped the tempered glass coffee table with all his strength, yelling at his son who was about to go upstairs.

"I'm asking you something, brat, don't think you can change my attention by playing tricks on me!"

Ji Cheng turned his head lightly, and coldly said something to his father.

"If you dare to let me go abroad, I dare to die outside. Don't expect me to support you in the old age."

After finishing speaking, he strode upstairs, ignoring what his father was howling.

"You're still wet, what a fart you know!"

Standing up, Ji Shang put one hand on his hips and pointed to the stairs with the other hand, furious.

The little bastard he created dared to talk to him so rebelliously before his wings grew hard.

Lin Yun, who was packing the food in the kitchen while it was hot, came out wearing an apron, and pulled Ji Shang to ask him not to say a few words.

Ji Cheng, who wasn't ready to eat, was dragged downstairs to eat by his mother.

The dinner table almost became a battlefield filled with gunpowder.

The father and son, who were incompatible with each other, became more angry than the other, as if they were about to explode.

Before going to bed at night, his mother took two big guavas to educate him.

Ji Cheng is very stubborn in his bones, even worse than his father.

In the end, Lin Yun didn't persuade him.

After his mother left, Ji Cheng thought of that little character in the game again.

He conveniently put those two red pomegranates into his schoolbag.

As the younger brother, Qin Shuhao was "taken care of" by his elder brother the next day.

Holding the pomegranate and saying thank you to Ji Cheng.

Ji Cheng glanced at him, as if he was not as stupid as that little thing in the game yesterday.

After school in the afternoon, Fang Zhong hurried into their classroom and dragged them to the outside of the school gate in a hurry.

Qin Shuhao asked him what he was in a hurry to do.

Fang Zhong was mysterious, "Mother, didn't your parents tell you what day it is?"

PS: Our old Ji said that he would not give his parents old-age care, it is all false, Lao Ji is not a child who is not filial to his parents.