My daughter-in-law, Teacher Qin

Qin Shuhao put the math tutorial case he had packed into his backpack.

He looked at Ji Cheng blankly, "Huh? I don't know."

Ji Cheng originally wanted to tease him, seeing how this little idiot was packing his schoolbag seriously.

Ideas fell apart.

With a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, he flipped through the car magazine in his hand.

Qin Shuhao, on the other hand, packed his things slowly, and Ji Cheng didn't leave.

After he finished packing, Ji Cheng stood up, and the two deskmates walked out of the classroom together.

The two went downstairs, chatting one after another.

"My mother peeled the pomegranate you gave me last night."

"Ah."

"Well, she said she wanted me to thank you for the pomegranate, it's so sweet."

"Ah."

"Pomegranate, have you eaten yet?"

"Ah."

The two came out with a distance of two feet.

When he reached the door, Qin Shuhao turned to push his bicycle, watching Ji Cheng say goodbye to him.

Brother Ji managed to utter two words from his mouth.

The two headed home in opposite directions.

Ji Cheng was walking on the street, and when he was about to cross a red light, he bumped into his family's driver.

Ji Cheng didn't hesitate, he opened the back door and got in, telling the driver to drop him off at Fang Zhong's house after entering the community.

On the other side, Qin Shuhao, who was riding a bicycle, slowly obeyed the traffic regulations, and entered their community with the breeze at the end of October.

Fang Zhong's villa is two buildings in front of Ji Cheng's.

Because the house opposite Ji Cheng's house had already been bought first when I bought it, the two families couldn't stand next to each other.

Ji Cheng pushed open the iron gate of Fang Zhong's house, and walked into Fang Zhong's house on a cobblestone path. The real grass on both sides of the path had turned yellow.

As usual, Fang Zhong's father is not at home, Fang Zhong's mother is busy in the kitchen cooking dinner for her precious son, and there is a nanny who chooses vegetables.

"Ji Cheng is here."

Fang Ma, who was wearing a gentle bun, raised her head and smiled, looking at Ji Cheng who she had grown up with since she was a child.

Ji Cheng took off the backpack on his shoulder and carried it in his hand, and greeted her, "Aunt Fang."

"Go up, Fang Zi is in his own room, stay for dinner tonight, Auntie made it for you."

"Thank you, Aunt Fang."

"Silly boy, you're being polite, go up, go up."

"Ah."

Pushing open the door of Fang Zhong's room and closing it again, the backpack in his hand was thrown to the end of Fang Zhong's bed.

He looked down at Fang Zhong who was sitting cross-legged on the bed in shorts.

"Hey hey hey..."

Fang Zhong smiled wretchedly on his supposedly handsome and unrestrained face, holding something in his arms and clutching it tightly with both arms, as if he had stolen something.

Ji Cheng propped himself up on the bed and sat down without any change on his face, "What are you messing around with again?"

Fang Zhong took out the things hidden in his arms with a look of disgust, and stood up abruptly.

Holding the table next to him, he unpacked the carton and put the things into the projector above the TV.

A set of movements, from Fang Zhong standing up and then sitting down as before, is as smooth as flowing clouds and flowing water.

Holding the remote control to turn on the movie mode, Fang Zhong talked to Ji Cheng again.

"Brother, don't you know what I'm messing around with?"

He poked Ji Cheng with his elbow, with a sly smile in the corner of his eyes.

"What are you pretending to do? If you don't know what I'm talking about, you're still here?"

Ji Cheng was still calm, he casually glanced at Fang Zhong's own name broadcast on this TV, and then looked at Fang Zhong with general eyes.

"Don't talk nonsense about Qin Shu in the future, he doesn't understand anything."

"Huh?" Fang Zhong played with the remote control.

"Qin Shuhao, that stupid boy is so stupid no matter how stupid he is, how could he not understand."

Ji Cheng breathed through his nose for a moment, his eyes remained unchanged, and his voice was cool, "Don't take him down, or you will be beaten."

The movie started, a couple, the man is tall and tall, the woman has long hair and a small pointed face, looks good, in every respect.

Fang Zhong didn't want to talk to Ji Cheng when he saw the TV, his eyes flicked to the TV without blinking.

After a while, there was sound on the TV, and Fang Zhong twisted his neck guiltily and looked at the door.

He said to himself again, "It's okay, it's okay, the sound insulation in my room is not bad."

Ji Cheng didn't speak, and sat on the carpet in the same posture as he sat down at the beginning, watching TV without changing his expression.

On the TV, the tone of the picture is ambiguous, the limbs of the men and women in it are twisting, and the protagonist's breathing has become rapid. Some places have been mosaiced, but the general outline can still be seen.

Fang Zhong, who was sitting on the side, stared at the TV, swallowed hard, and his voice was heard clearly in Ji Cheng's ears. He himself was as stable as a mountain.

The video ended with a loud and rapid scream, and Fang Zhong turned off the TV while holding the remote control in his sweaty palm.

He turned his head to look at his unresponsive brother, and couldn't help teasing.

"I said, buddy, why do you always look like a lump of dirt? Have you seen this thing before?"

Ji Cheng turned his head to look at him, "Apart from you, where can I spend my time looking at this stuff?"

"Hey? What's wrong with me? Look at what you said. I didn't want to grow up quickly. People, this is the only way for you and my brother to grow into adults."

Ji Cheng knocked away Fang Zhong's paw on his arm with one wrist, "Oh."

Fang Zhong still wanted to pull him to talk nonsense, but he couldn't hold back the reaction below him.

He bent over and hunched over, clutching his belly and opened the door, "Oh dear, I'm going to pee."

Ji Cheng looked at the TV with a blue screen, and the picture on the TV just now flashed through his mind.

Suddenly thinking of a certain idiot that shouldn't be remembered at this time, my heart beat suddenly.

Turning his eyeballs left and right, he stood up and took out a bottle of water from his schoolbag to drink.

Qin Shuhao went home and wrote his homework in his room for less than 10 minutes, when two guests came to the house.

The elder brother of his aunt's family took the college entrance examination last year and went to university in this city. Today he came to their house for dinner and also came to deliver things to his father.

Qin Shuhao's mother Li □□ got off work late today, Qin Shuhao greeted his brother and his brother's classmates and waited for his parents to come back.

"Brother Kai, you and..."

"Brother Hui."

"Brother, you and Brother Hui wait for my mother first, I'll go up and do my homework first."

Zhang Kai, the elder brother, brought Qin Shuhao and the others to visit his uncle and grandpa's house to visit New Year's greetings since he was a child. Knowing that his younger brother is gentle, he waved him to do his homework quickly.

Qin Zhenghai arrived home half an hour after his wife, and bought a lot of vegetables at the vegetable market on the way.

After Qin Shuhao finished his math, his mother called him to the kitchen to help, while his father was directed by Li □□ to go shopping.

"Stupid child, how can you leave someone's guests alone."

Li □□ was washing the water spinach in his hands and chatting with Qin Shuhao.

Qin Shuhao stood next to his mother, "But brother Kai is not considered a guest."

"Hey," Li □ after washing the dishes, picked up the dishes and put them on the chopping board.

"Your brother can't do it either. It makes people think that you, the little master, don't want to see your relatives. Little fool, go to the balcony and get Mom a head of garlic."

"Oh, alright."

Qin Shuhao touched the back of his head and turned to the balcony.

Teacher Li was left alone with a wry smile, holding a knife to cut vegetables.

Qin Shuhao walked through the living room and entered the second bedroom. Through the balcony and the sliding door of the second bedroom, he saw a thrilling scene. His brother and the classmate he brought were talking to each other...

The two of you circled me and I hugged you, his elder brother was a little taller than that Hui elder brother, while kissing that man's lips and biting him, the two leaned against the balcony as if they couldn't see him.

Qin Shuhao's feet seemed to be driven into nails, he couldn't move, he didn't have the strength to push the door, and he couldn't make a sound.

All that was left was a pair of dull eyes staring straight at the astonishing picture in front of him, his brain had stopped functioning.

His brother and a boy, why do they hug each other, and... kiss each other...

After standing stupidly for a long time, the two people on the balcony found him first.

Qin Shuhao has already stood like a stone statue.

Zhang Kai reacted first, still holding his "classmate" in his arms.

The big boy was frightened and slipped into Zhang Kai's arms, refusing to let Qin Shuhao see his face.

Qin Shu felt that he was dreaming at this moment, who is he?Where is he?What is he going to do?

The whole world has changed.

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