My daughter-in-law, Teacher Qin

Teacher Qin with a smile on his face intuitively said the wrong thing when he saw this, and hurried forward, holding up his mobile phone to show him in front of "oil face" Mr. Ji.

Ji Cheng's eyes glanced at the phone screen, as if he was going to be angry with Qin Shu after reading it, he turned around without saying a word, went into the kitchen and took a spatula to stir fry the wok.

The fart sharing cheated my daughter-in-law away.

Qin Shu, who was following behind him, looked like a puppy holding a toy ball in his mouth to show his master a compliment. Now he followed him into the kitchen eagerly holding his mobile phone.

"This is a shared bicycle, you are angry, I'm sorry, I said the wrong thing."

Standing next to Ji Cheng, Qin Shuhao frowned, and deliberately softened his voice to talk to Ji Cheng.

The man neatly put the stir-fried shredded pork with celery in the pan on a plate, moved sideways like a crab to the vegetable washing table, rinsed the wok and continued to add oil.

Qin Shuhao didn't seem to hear what he was talking to.

"Ji Cheng, what's the matter with you, talk."

Qin Shuhao was not afraid of Ji Cheng's anger, because Ji Cheng probably wouldn't be angry over such a trivial matter.

But he knew this big man, Lao Ai lost his temper because of a little thing, and it was all because of himself, just like a child.

Ji Cheng's left arm hangs down on the side of his leg, fitting into the seam of the hard black sports shorts, which is as cold as his mouth now pursed into a straight line.

Qin Shuhao looked at him pitifully with his round glasses on his head, and his two hands were already one step ahead to hug Ji Cheng's arm.

"What's the matter with you? Why are you upset? I don't want you to see me off because I think it's too troublesome for you to run back and forth."

Teacher Qin, who has always been reserved, acted coquettishly, how could Boss Ji bear it.

Throwing away the pot in his hand, he wrapped an arm domineeringly around the ignorant idiot beside him.

"Me and my car can't compare to the 299 deposit?"

When Ji Cheng said this, he stared at Qin Shuhao with aggrieved eyes.

"..."

Qin Shuhao was stunned for two seconds after listening, and then stopped the smothered smile.

Looking at Ji Cheng with sparkling eyes, she smiled at him with her delicate mouth, "Why are you so childish."

Hearing this, Ji Cheng tilted his head and snorted very unconvinced.

Qin Shu was so funny seeing him like this, but he could only explain to him patiently like he was explaining math problems in class.

"Now there are such sharing tools all over the streets of Tangcheng, such as umbrellas, bicycles, and chargers."

He recalled the scene when they were in high school, and added in a pleasant voice, "There is also a shared eDonkey!"

Unexpectedly, Mr. Ji's face became even darker. Qin Shuhao quickly closed the corners of his mouth and asked him again.

"What's the matter? Don't you think life has become very convenient..."

Ji Cheng turned his eyes back to look at his little idiot again, with a long breath.

"What do I want a convenient life? I just want you."

As soon as he finished speaking, Qin Shuhao lowered his head shyly, his cheeks were hot.

Ji Cheng wasn't much better either, he had a hard character in his bones, so he wouldn't talk sweet words.

Today's words are rushed out of my mouth, and I feel a little weird in hindsight.

Boss Ji, who has no language talent, half turned around and continued cooking, pretending to be indifferent.

Teacher Qin refused to look up, and slowly moved his head out of the kitchen with his hair hanging down and covering half of his ears.

Almost at the door, Ji Cheng reminded him with his back turned, "There is a threshold under your feet."

"Oh... oh..."

By the time they had dinner, the two of them had regained their composure. It was really unmanly for a blushing sentence to make two people who add up to half a hundred shy.

Qin Shuhao found out that the shared bicycles were on the way to get off work. Today, for the first time, people from the city government placed shared bicycles on the small road at the back door of No. [-] Middle School.

Orange and silver-white stitching, the small frame in front of the car is narrower than the general bicycle frame.

He looked over curiously, took out his phone and followed the instructions above.

It only costs less than 300 yuan to use a car anytime and anywhere, and the available cars displayed on the mobile phone map are densely distributed and the number is huge.

Qin Shuhao has been taught by his parents to be diligent and thrifty since he was a child.

When I was in middle and high school, I was catching up with the country's vigorous promotion of "green life" and "CD-ROM action", so Qin Shuhao has been riding a bicycle to school by himself, and there is almost no food left.

Ji Cheng drove him off every morning, and then drove back in the opposite direction to Chengnan Auto Repair Factory.

There is no need to send him away, it is a waste of money and not environmentally friendly, so Qin Shuhao fell into this "Mo. Bai" trap.

Today's dish is Qin Shuhao's favorite scrambled eggs with tomatoes. He and Ji Cheng have never made this dish with the same taste, and the taste of the two of them is different from that of his mother.

Ji Cheng held the white porcelain sea bowl and pushed the dishes to Qin Shuhao's chest. Qin Shuhao, who was biting the chopsticks, let out a "huh" and looked at Ji Cheng.

"The scrambled eggs with tomatoes I ate in college never had eggs."

Ji Cheng picked up a piece of fried meat and put it in Qin Shuhao's rice bowl, "Canteen?"

Qin Shuhao nodded, "I don't even want to eat in restaurants outside. The scrambled eggs with tomatoes are served on plates. The tomatoes are cut into big pieces, and the scrambled eggs are so broken that I can't pick them up with chopsticks."

Hearing this, Ji Cheng glanced at his scrambled eggs, and then cast his eyes on the tip of Qin Shuhao's nose.

"Eat more now and make up for what you didn't eat before."

I wasn't there before, but now I'm here, and you can do whatever you want.

When going to bed at night, Qin Shuhao sneezed and coughed again, Ji Cheng wanted to hug him to sleep and Qin Shuhao would not hug him.

During the few days when they went out to travel during the Dragon Boat Festival, the temperature was extremely low, which was completely different from Tangcheng.

Qin Shuhao came and went again and again, and his weak body really had the symptoms of a cold.

Ji Cheng got out of bed and gave him two cold medicines, and despite Qin Shuhao's struggle, he still held him tightly in his arms.

Sharing a cold is also sharing, and Ji Seung only wants to share it with his little idiot.

Fuck the bikes, if Shu Hao doesn't let him take him to work in the future, he will have to collect the bikes in the back street and throw them into the trash.

Ji Cheng was thinking about this in his heart, and he didn't dare to tell the little idiot in his arms himself.

If Shu Hao knew that his control over him was close to paranoia, then this little idiot would definitely think it was his own fault again.

When he woke up the next day, Qin Shuhao spoke with a strong nasal voice, and his throat also felt a little sore.

He drank some porridge while eating, and put the cold medicine that Ji Cheng gave him yesterday into his trouser pocket.

When they went out, Ji Cheng had already dragged Qin Shuhao into his Mercedes-Benz on the grounds that he was going to the northern ring of the city to see the new factory site.

Teacher Qin wondered whether the kid in his family was acting angry on purpose or if he really had something to do to go to Beihuan, so he shut his mouth and obediently got in the car and asked Ji Cheng to see him off.

Ji Cheng, it's just a donkey that doesn't look back, Qin Shu is very good-looking, so I understand.

The car was parked at the front door of No. [-] Middle School. Qin Shuhao hadn't been to the front door since he and Ji Cheng lived in Longwan. Before getting off the car, he asked Ji Cheng if he would go home for dinner at noon.

The man stared at him fiercely like a hungry wolf, "Wait for me to pick you up at noon."

Of course, Mr. Qin could only agree with a smile and say yes, his bicycle cannot be ridden today.

Step by step, he walked into the school gate. It was early today, and there were not many students in the school. Qin Shuhao saw two familiar figures at a glance.

The two people walking in front of him were Li Yuan, who was "flying" on a skateboard at the front, and Zheng Fang, who was tall and tall, slowly following behind.

It wasn't that Qin Shu had a crooked mind, he felt from the very beginning that it was unusual for these two to have a good relationship.

Zheng Fang is usually calm and not very talkative. When he comes to the office to hand in his homework, he puts down his homework and leaves without saying a word. In some respects, he is a bit like his family Ji Cheng's temper.

In addition, Zheng Fang seems to have feelings for Li Yuan...

Qin Shu really hoped that he was thinking too much, and walked forward with a shake of his head.

"Alas……"

Li Yuan, who bought a new skateboard, couldn't restrain his vanity, and came to school on the baby he just bought yesterday.

Sliding the skateboard and walking forward quickly, the wind brought it up messed up his pot-headed hair curtains, and when he looked back, he saw their math teacher besides Er Gou following behind.

Li Gulu, who was born with an unusual brain circuit, turned his feet flexibly, changed the opposite direction and slid towards the school gate.

"Hello~ Teacher Qin."

The skateboard was skating fast, and Li Yuan greeted Qin Shuhao with his messy hair.

Zheng Fang, who was walking ahead without much energy, also turned around and greeted Qin Shuhao.

Qin Shuhao looked at the energetic Li Yuan and felt that he was full of energy after a day's work, and followed his two class representatives to walk behind.

Zheng Fang used to say that Li Yuan has no brains, and he likes to show off, but he has no real skills.

Because of this, Li Yuan once blew his hair and beat Zheng Fang's dog's head violently, but he himself proved time and time again that Ergou was right.

Li Yuan, who was five meters away from Qin Shuhao and the others, began to be dishonest again. He wanted to pretend to be thirteen in front of his teacher, and the child was not mature enough.

The feet on the ground "slip" and the skateboard "gallops".

Li Yuan smiled with a small round face, and moved his feet on the skateboard, imitating the tricks in the video teaching yesterday.

Just as he was about to lift the skateboard and show off a beautiful midair flip, he crashed the show.

The newly bought skateboard has not formed enough tacit understanding with him, and he is not very obedient. Li Yuan's three-legged cat's kung fu is not proficient in those tricks, and he just has a heart that wants to play tricks.

The skateboard rubbed against the floor and ran forward. Li Yuan lost strength in mid-air. When he was about to step on the skateboard, Gulu's body had already run far away.

"Ah..." His ankles hit the ground, and his legs fell to his knees on the newly paved asphalt road of the school.

"Gollum!"

Qin Shuhao looked at Zheng Fang who was walking in front of him and ran forward after Li Yuan fell to the ground.

He also hurried forward to check on Li Yuan's situation.

Li Yuan, who couldn't play handsome enough, fell like a dog and ate shit, and his knees hit the asphalt road like eggs hitting a rock.

With the skateboard under one arm, he was supported by Zheng Fangchou and scolded all the way, before he limped to the classroom.

As for Teacher Qin, he was dumbfounded the whole time as Zheng Fang pulled Li Yuan up from the ground like he was disciplining a three-year-old child, and followed them blankly.

Classmate Gulu still needs his help.

The grade director suspended the inter-class exercises of classes one and two, and ordered the monitors of the two classes to take the students to their lecture theater for a small group meeting.

Li Yuan walked to the back with the boys in class one, and sat down next to Zheng Fang, who had the cat in the corner.

The grade director who has become a "not long in the middle" gave them sonorous plans for the future with his rimless glasses whose clothes were about to fall apart.

Now it is the first semester of the second year of high school, and they are faced with a decisive problem. Some students' grades are not good enough, and it has reached the time when art majors are needed to assist in the entrance examination.

It was precisely because Classes [-] and [-] were top science classes in their third grade that the grade director pulled them out alone for a small meeting.

"I know that everyone is used to staying in the top class, ha, this, everyone is very good, this is what every teacher and student must admit, but, among us students, there are indeed some children who need to rely on This art will climb the ladder in the future college entrance examination..."

When the grade director said it, Li Yuan hid beside Zheng Fang and talked with him in a low voice, whether he still had to poke his head out to see the situation of the grade director.

"What kind of arts do you think our school's science class can do? Besides sports, it is martial arts. The old class is so desperate that everyone can learn art."

What Li Yuan said was correct. In his school, most of the art students were liberal arts students, and most of the science students were sent to the stadium.

A boy in the front class heard Li Yuan's complaints, and turned his head to agree with Li Yuan. Zheng Fang stared at Li Yuan's brow parted in the middle and revealed his forehead without a word.

At the end of the class exercises, the grade director asked everyone to go back to the classroom, and repeatedly warned everyone to pay attention to this matter.

"Hey, Ergou, I think you are very suitable to go to the playground to play big swords, 歘歘歘~" Li Yuan said while gesticulating with the sound effect for himself, and his lower legs were not moving yet.

Seeing Li Yuan's dishonesty, Zheng Fang got a headache, and went downstairs by his ear, and Li Yuan slapped the back of his hand and yelled.

"This is at school, can you give me some face? Hey, Ergou, Gazi... No, Brother Gouzi, oops, it hurts, Zheng Fang, Zheng Fang, Zheng Fang, Brother Fang, Lord Fang, let me go ..."

Qin Shuhao's math class was in the third and fourth periods in the morning, and his throat was dry and swollen after Classes [-] and [-] taught in two consecutive periods. Qin Shuhao had a premonition that he was going to be sick and didn't take it to heart.

At noon, Ji Cheng drove him home again. After lunch, Qin Shuhao still felt uncomfortable in his throat. Only when Ji Cheng saw the cold medicine cardboard he threw into the trash can did he realize that he was still suffering.

Made a cup of dandelion granules for Qin Shu to drink. This idiot didn’t know that he had a sore throat and Ji Cheng wanted to take him to the hospital. Qin Shuhao held his wrist and refused to go. Maybe he’ll sleep tonight , it will be fine tomorrow.

As a result, it turned out that Qin Shuhao overestimated his body and self-healing ability.

When Qin Shuhao went to bed at night, he only felt his throat was itchy and dry. When he woke up the next morning, his gums were already indented, and his ears ached along with it.

The movement of the throat will also involve the pain in the mouth. Qin Shuhao finally understands what it feels like to be able to breathe. He thinks that Liang Jingru must have experienced this kind of illness, and he knows that it is more uncomfortable than him.

Seeing that he was in so much pain that he couldn't eat breakfast, Ji Cheng brought white sugar and put it into his porridge bowl spoonful after spoonful.

"It's annoying enough, it's sweet enough."

Qin Shuhao had a pimple on the inner wall of his mouth, and it would cause pain when his mouth rubbed against each other, so he had to hold his cheeks between his thumb and fingers to talk.

Ji Cheng helped him stir the porridge bowl, and said in a cool voice, "The season is changing, the book is good, please leave, I will take you to the hospital."

"Of course," Qin Shuhao pinched his cheek, "Ji Tian still has class, I invited Mr. Qika so I must have time."

Ji Chengcai didn't care so much, he stared at Qin Shuhao downheartedly as he finished his porridge in one gulp, and then forced him to ask for leave from school.

Qin Shu really didn't want to go to the hospital. Ever since his father was in a car accident and was sent to the hospital for emergency treatment but died, he had a shadow over that place. He grabbed Ji Cheng's hand and asked him to stop at the outpatient clinic at the gate of the community.

When I entered the outpatient clinic, the single beds in the outpatient department were filled with old people and children receiving IV drips, without even a place to sit down.

Ji Cheng walked up to a young doctor who was giving injections to children, paid him 500 yuan, and drove home with Qin Shuhao.

Qin Shuhao was in a daze and was watched by Ji Cheng as he changed into comfortable pajamas. Ji Cheng opened the window of their master bedroom and closed the tulle curtains that Qin Shuhao had changed not long ago.

After a while, the doorbell of their house rang, and Ji Cheng went to open the door. The doctor just now was brought into their bedroom by Ji Cheng with a medical kit.

Sitting on the big bed, Qin Shuhao opened his mouth foolishly. After reading it, the doctor told them that Qin Shuhao had otitis media.

It's not yet a severe inflammation, but it's still very serious. The IV drip will work the fastest, but it will take at least three days, depending on Qin Shuhao's recovery.

Qin Shuhao stuck a needle into his wrist, and Ji Cheng bought a small table when he went out. Qin Shuhao leaned against the head of the bed and just put the needle-pricking hand on the table, which was at the right height.

Ji Cheng didn't go to the auto repair shop, and Qin Shuhao's drip has three big bottles, one of which was added by the sound to prevent possible infection caused by changing seasons.

At noon, he made Qin Shuhao steamed egg custard, sprinkled it with a little sesame oil and Veda, and put it on the small table propped on the bed with a white porcelain bowl.

Qin Shuhao lost for two hours and finally finished the biggest bottle. Now his wrist is cold and swollen and placed on the table. Ji Cheng found him a stand, and Qin Shu read the paper book for two hours.

There were copper-yellow sesame oil flowers floating on the pale yellow egg custard, and Ji Cheng gave him a stainless steel spoon.

Qin Shuhao held the spoon in his right hand and cut open the egg custard bit by bit, and the dark grease rushed into the gap he cut.

The egg custard had a faint aroma, and Qin Shuhao only had an appetite all morning.

Ji Cheng cooked a simple bowl of noodles for himself, and the two men ate with the bowl cross-legged on the small table on the bed, just like the way of eating on the Northeast Kang.

Qin Shu ate a bowl of fragrant and non-greasy egg custard before he hoped that his inflammation would recover as soon as possible.

When Ji Cheng came back after washing the dishes, Qin Shuhao asked him if it was okay if he didn't have to go to the auto repair shop today.

"I'm the boss, what are you afraid of?"

Ji Cheng stood by the bed and looked at the hanging bottle, half of the second bottle hadn't gone down yet.

He pinched the IV adjustment frame, looked down at Qin Shuhao's hair, "Does it hurt, I'll adjust it a little slower."

Sullen yellow hair swayed with his head, "It doesn't hurt, this speed is fine."

Qin Shu struggled to speak well, his mouth opened and closed, and the fire bumps in the grinder throbbed and hurt.

He was frowning and talking now, wishing he could cut off the piece of flesh in his mouth with a knife.

At the same time, he blamed himself in his heart, why didn't he pay attention to his own mouth, and now the two people who have been killed are at home, and the math in their class is going to an important chapter.

At noon, Ji Cheng lay down next to him and slept for a while. Their double bed was huge. Qin Shuhao opened his legs and read a book to pass the time, and Ji Cheng also let go and lay down.

In the middle, Qin Shu really wanted to go to the bathroom, seeing Ji Chengping's sleepy face with a little indifference, he didn't dare to call him.

He raised his head and looked at the hanging bottle hanging on top of his head, thinking that it was time to change the medicine after a while before calling for someone.

As a result, Ji Cheng didn't sleep for a long time and woke up.

The man who just woke up opened his eyes and stared at Qin Shuhao's side face. This idiot blinked his eyelashes like a puppy afraid of being beaten. Ji Cheng stared at him for a while, Qin Shuhao finally looked down at him.

"Ji Cheng, I want to go to the bathroom."

Ji Cheng accepted the idea that "the most beautiful moment is to wake up and see the person you love lying in your arms".

He got out of bed and picked up the hanging bottle hanging on the wall, and took Qin Shuhao's needled wrist to lead him to the bathroom.

Entering the bathroom, Qin Shu's embarrassment escalated, he could only rely on Ji Cheng to pull down his pajama pants and the pants inside, his delicate face turned red irregularly.

Ji Cheng laughed at him when he looked like a little wife, hung the bottle on the hook on the bathroom wall, and pulled his pajama pants with one hand.

"Good book, why are you so easily shy? There will be more such things in the future."

Due to the repair of the car, Ji Cheng's palms and even the pulps of his fingers bear some rough marks.

He pulled down his cotton pajama pants and accidentally rubbed against Qin Shuhao's leg, and his sensitive skin dodged for a while.

Ji Cheng laughed at him again, "So afraid of me? Then what if I carry you to the bathroom from now on?"

Qin Shuhao was held by Ji Cheng with one hand, and the other hand was about to cover his mouth, "Don't, don't say it..."

The man stopped teasing him, and stood behind him supporting Qin Shuhao. Qin Shuhao, who had the door open in front, felt that he couldn't pee.

The bathroom in their house is not too small, but the toilet is separated from the sink outside, and the space is very airtight.

Qin Shuhao lost control and imagined the shameful voice that would appear in a while.

Ji Cheng urged him from behind, "In the future, if I get an injection, I will have to rely on you, idiot, hurry up, go back and change the medicine bottle."

Qin Shuhao gritted his teeth and looked back at the hanging bottle behind him. There was really only a little left. He turned his head with a dignified look, closed his eyes and began to solve the major issues in life...

The water jet fell into the toilet, and anyone who was not deaf could hear the sound clearly.

After Qin Shuhao solved it, he put on his pants indiscriminately, turned around and was about to go out, his ears were red.

Ji Cheng held up the medicine bottle and went back with him, without saying a word, for fear that he would be shy.

After changing the last bottle of medicine, Ji Chengban removed the small table and lay on the bed with him in his arms.

Qin Shuhao didn't rest at noon, but now he felt sleepy, so Ji Cheng took away the book he put under the pillow.

The two of them lay down and sat down, chatting casually, and finally Qin Shu fell into a drowsy sleep.

Like a pervert, Ji Cheng described Qin Shuhao's sleeping appearance bit by bit, and took out his cell phone to secretly take countless photos of him.

Qin Shu slept peacefully, Ji Cheng took off his glasses for him, and his eyelashes drooped obediently under his eyelids.

Ji Cheng leaned close to him and kissed Qin Shuhao's thin eyelids, the idiot's glasses trembled so Ji Cheng thought he was about to be woken up by himself.

Ji Cheng chose a photo that was most suitable as a desktop and set it as the phone's lock screen and wallpaper, and sat down in front of Qin Shuhao's face contentedly looking at him, as if he missed every breath Qin Shuhao took next.

If Qin Shuhao opened his eyes now, he might be frightened by Ji Cheng.

After more than an hour, Ji Cheng finished reading Qin Shuhao and went out of the bedroom to answer the phone.

Over there was the captain of the decoration team he contacted, and the two discussed the prices in detail about the various materials for decoration.

Ji Cheng was going to the decoration company to look at the materials today, but because Qin Shuhao was going to lose a little bit, he asked the people there to call him.

After Ji Cheng left his home, he started from scratch, and he cherished even a single screw when repairing cars with his old master.

Now he is not short of money, but every original part and accessories of the auto repair shop must be carefully selected, and the price needs to be checked by him, the boss.

Opening a new factory is the first step. Ji Cheng does it himself. He wants to build four five-meter-high lifting platforms. The people there may steal the building materials to obtain intermediate profits.

Ji Cheng made a phone call for more than an hour, and Qin Shuhao, who opened his eyes in a daze, habitually raised his hand and rubbed his words, only to realize later when he saw the infusion tube with a section of red hose.

His hands must have moved around while he was sleeping, and when he looked up at the bottle, there was only one-tenth of the medicine left in it.

Qin Shu was flustered, what about Ji Cheng?

The blood came back before the back of his hand was punched, should he pull out the needle now?

"Ji Cheng?"

He yelled, and looked at the slowly growing blood red of the infusion tube, and Qi frowned hard.

The other hand slowly tore off the medical tape, pinched the flat pillow and pulled it out.

The blood in the vein still flowed out from the needle's eye, and the back of Qin Shuhao's hand was also slightly swollen.

Ji Chenggang opened the door and came in as the infusion tube with a piece of blood drooped to the floor.

The man saw the hand lying flat in front of him, and the infusion tube that had returned blood, and strode forward.

He found the alcohol swab left by the doctor from the bedside table, took Qin Shuhao's hand and pressed the needle hole that was still bleeding out.

Qin Shuhao was a little afraid that Ji Cheng would teach him a lesson, so he admitted his mistake like a primary school student, "I accidentally punctured the needle while I was sleeping."

No matter where Ji Cheng wanted to teach him a lesson, it was too late for his heartache, so he kept the words in his heart and didn't say anything, just blindly helping him stop the bleeding.

The next day, Ji Cheng asked the doctor to come to give his little idiot an injection, and watched Qin Shuhao infuse every step of the way.

Qin Shuhao's illness finally improved on the third day when he ate takeaway for lunch.

When Qin Shuhao entered the grade group office at 10:30 on the Friday when he returned to school, he saw his class representative Li Yuan and Lin Xu standing next to him being scolded by the physics teacher of the second class.

"You two, one ranked 31st and the other ranked [-]th, you still haven't listened to the class well, Lin Xu, are you planning to learn long-distance running in the future, or are you planning to grab a pencil and draw sketches?"

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