serious about love

As soon as the door opened, Ni Qing received a reminder from her son's eyes. Not only that, but he also came up to her before she crossed the threshold and whispered to her.

"Mom, he is my monitor, Jiang Muxing."

Ni Qing glanced at the young man standing by the shoe cabinet at the sign of his son. He was tall and straight, dressed in clean and tidy clothes.

Jiang Muxing called out politely: "Auntie."

Ni Qing responded with a slight smile: "I listen to mention you often."

Yan Hao's face became hot, and she couldn't help muttering: "I don't have it."

"One bite, one squad leader, haven't you yet? Mom will record the number of times for you next time." Ni Qing stepped over the threshold, teased his son, and said to the boy very casually, "Are you still used to living here?"

Jiang Muxing opened his lips: "Very good."

Yanhao sneaked aside Jiang Muxing, wanting to know if he was just being polite, or if he really felt good, and even liked it here.

Jiang Muxing turned his head slightly to look over, Yanhao immediately lowered his eyes.

Ni Qing didn't capture this scene, otherwise she would have smelled a bit of youthful and pure secret love, she put the suitcase in the porch: "That's good, I'm still worried that you two won't get along with Hao Hao's father."

"After all, the teachers who make up the lessons live with the students, and they must be supervised, and there will be some normal and reasonable small frictions."

Yan Hao said without even thinking about it: "We are still classmates, friends."

At the end, he added loudly: "I have no friction with him!"

Ni Qing who was just joking: "..."

Jiang Muxing, who is calm on the surface but completely opposite in his heart: "..."

After the banquet, turn around and leave.

There was something weird in Ni Qing's eyes, his son looked very nervous.

It's just...what's there to be nervous about?

Ni Qing's eyes swept over the young man who stood there with his head slightly lowered and kept his face down.

-

Yan Hao just went to the toilet and came out, his mother had already chatted with Jiang Muxing, and Xiao Jiang yelled very fluently.

Jiang Muxing didn't show any impatience, and answered every question.

Yanhao is full of admiration, his mother has worked hard in the business circle for many years, and as a manager of a large company, she has an aura in every gesture, but Jiang Muxing is not at all cramped and calm.

The scene of throwing papers must be a brain twitch, not nervousness.

Yan Hao wanted to shrink to the wall to eavesdrop, but he noticed Jiang Muxing's gaze. The plan failed, so he had to sit down dejectedly.

"Mom, didn't you say that you will return to China soon? Why did you fly back today?"

Ni Qing took a sip of water: "There is a temporary change in the itinerary."

Yan Hao peeled the apple candy and ate it: "Let me know in advance, and you don't have any."

Ni Qing coughed: "I still want to surprise you."

Banquet: "..."

Ni Qing patted his son's arm, "Okay, I heard from Xiao Jiang that the first round of review has already started, will you be too tired?"

Yan Hao's tongue was wrapped in sugar, and a lie came out of his mouth: "No."

As he spoke, he secretly touched Jiang Muxing with his shoes, asking him to add some credibility to himself.

Jiang Muxing kept silent.

Yanhao was a little angry, the candy was crunched by him, he finished eating it quickly, and took another one and peeled it off.

"How old are you, and you still love sweets so much."

Ni Qing blamed her, but her expression was indulgent. She patted her son's head and said, "Okay, then let Xiao Jiang help you with your homework, and mother will go to the room to lie down."

Yan Hao said "Oh", and as soon as his mother entered the room, she said to Jiang Muxing: "Squad leader, what did you say to my mother?"

Jiang Muxing smelled the sweet aroma of apples in his breath, and his Adam's apple rolled up and down: "Tell me about your studies."

Yan Hao muttered: "There is nothing to say about this."

"We discussed how to improve your grades most effectively, about my tutoring plan." Jiang Muxing said, "The other thing is, how to relieve your stress."

Yan Hao was sucking on candy, he probably wouldn't have a day of... brushing the questions to the point of emotional breakdown, right?

Jiang Muxing looked at Yan Hao: "Your mother cares about you very much."

Yan Hao was about to speak when she suddenly remembered that Jiang Muxing's mother was in a nursing home, and the sugar in her mouth became less sweet.

Jiang Muxing said softly, "Let's do the paper."

Yan Hao came back to his senses: "Stop saying yes?"

Jiang Mu didn't talk nonsense, and pointed to the wall clock to show him.

Banquet: "..."

-

Ni Qing came out after lying down for a while, holding a white gift bag in his hand: "Xiao Jiang, Auntie didn't know what you like, so she bought this for you."

Look at the banquet, it is a sailing boat, it is the same master's work as the one on his desk, limited edition, each boat has an ID number and code, he told Jiang Muxing in a low voice.

"This is a sailing ship, ride the wind and waves, set sail."

Hearing the words, Jiang Muxing took the gift bag slightly, and lowered his eyes and said, "Thank you, Auntie."

For some reason, Yanhao felt that Jiang Muxing liked this gift very much, and he became happy: "Mom, where is mine?"

Ni Qing held her wavy hair and looked very elegant: "It's in the room, you can get it yourself."

Yan Hao asked: "What is it?"

Ni Qing went to get the small leather bag on the sofa: "It nourishes the brain, grows taller, and nourishes the liver."

Banquet: "..."

The next moment he turned his head abruptly, and found that the corners of Jiang Muxing's lips were flat, and the side profile was very three-dimensional and handsome, but also very dull.

Yanhao suspects that Jiang Muxing laughed just now, but he has no proof.

-

Ni Qing walked towards the door with her purse in hand.

Yan Hao was taken aback for a moment: "Mom, do you want to go out so late?"

"It's an old friend's game." Ni Qing changed back to the high heels, "You and Xiao Jiang go to bed early."

Yan Hao threw the date into his mouth: "You will still work when you return to China, without me."

Ni Qing was picking up the keys on the shoe cabinet. When she heard this sentence, she walked up to her son, hugged him, and kissed him on the forehead: "Baby, I am very happy that you are acting like a baby. Mom will pick you up from school tomorrow, be good."

Jiang Muxing was next to him, Yanhao was a little embarrassed, afraid that he thought he was still a child.

"You take the secretary," Yan Hao came out of her mother's arms, "don't drink too much."

Ni Qing felt that his son had really grown up, and he was talking like his father.

"Take it with me, don't worry, Mom will show up and meet your Aunt Gui later."

Yan Hao spat out the date stone, and remembered something: "Mom, did you call Dad to tell him he's safe?"

"We'll fight as soon as we get off the plane."

Ni Qing's ending sound overlapped with the sound of closing the door.

Come in a hurry, go in a hurry, very busy.

Yanhao went to the refrigerator to get two cans of lotus root juice, and gave Jiang Muxing one: "Squad leader, do you want me to help you put together the sailing boat?"

Jiang Muxing clasped the ring of the lotus root juice with his fingers, hooked it up, and his voice was caught in a "chuck": "No need."

As soon as the good words came to his lips, Jiang Mu handed him the can of lotus root juice that he was about to open.

It's natural and casual.

Yan Hao was so excited that he took it with both hands, almost holding the lotus root juice in his arms, holding it foolishly, not knowing how to drink it.

Jiang Muxing raised his hand to cover his brows and eyes, with a helpless look: "Good feast."

The banquet was so dull: "Huh?"

Jiang Muxing said in a deep voice, "Do you want to cover the heat with your body temperature?"

Yan Hao's face turned red immediately: "No, I... that... I am..."

He stuttered, and a flash of inspiration: "I was thinking about something, and then I forgot."

It can be regarded as finding an excuse, and Yan is so relieved.

Jiang Muxing's face twitched slightly, he opened another can of lotus root juice, and asked casually, "Are your parents abroad?"

"Well, I went there a few years ago to expand the market over there."

Yan Hao drank two sips of lotus root juice, the coldness and sweetness rushed into his throat, which made him tremble.

"The two of them are not in the same city, and each has its own company to manage, which is not common at ordinary times, let alone me."

Jiang Muxing remained silent.

Yan Hao pursed his lips. His family is in Shenghu District, the house is hundreds of thousands of square meters, and it is built like a palace, but no one lives there.

During the winter and summer holidays, he would fly abroad to find his parents, and the house was always empty.

This apartment has become his home, but he can only live in one high school, and he will move out after the college entrance examination next year.

After that there will be a home for four years.

Yan Hao really wanted to say these words to Jiang Muxing, wanted him to rub his hair, and hoped that one day he could open his heart in front of him and be the most authentic Yan Hao.

-

Around midnight, Yan Hao finished listening to the listening part of the day, pulled on the earphones, turned off the MP4, and got ready to sleep.

More than half an hour later, he opened his eyes and stared at the ceiling, insomnia, unable to fall asleep.

It's not the pressure, but the restlessness of youth. To put it bluntly, I just miss Jiang Muxing.

The banquet was good enough to listen to the music on the MP4, and he couldn't lie down after listening to it. He got up, went out barefoot, and sneaked into Jiang Muxing's room in the dark.

The moonlight was very hazy.

Taking advantage of the light, Yan Hao saw the sailboat on the bedside table, and was startled.

Jiang Muxing put it together before going to bed.

Yanhao came closer and bent over to check the sailboat. Jiang Muxing played very well without a single mistake.

"Anything will..."

Yan Hao muttered something, then turned her head, staring at Jiang Muxing on the bed, unable to control herself, squatting down, leaning on the edge of the bed to look at him.

"Squad leader."

Yan Hao tentatively called softly: "Are you asleep?"

No response.

Yanhao licked her lips: "I..."

"Meow~"

Suddenly there was a cat meowing downstairs, Yan Hao was so frightened that he fell to the ground, almost paralyzed.

The meow sounded like a woman crying, or a baby crying, in heat.

It sounded terrible and creepy.

You can't laugh or cry, come to peek at the person you like in the middle of the night, and catch up with the cat called Chun, what is this?

The cat should be a girl, and after a while, the male cats in the community started to make trouble, one after another.

Yan Hao's surging desire was almost wiped out by them.

-

The bed in the guest room was 1.8 meters. Jiang Muxing was lying on his back, his slender limbs stretched freely, and there was no place for another person to lie down.

Yan Hao wondered how to squeeze in.

Just when he was about to give up, Jiang Muxing turned over, and the seat became vacant.

Yanhao quickly climbed onto the bed, lay down carefully behind Jiang Muxing's back, moved closer, and then closer, rubbing the tip of his nose against his pajamas, sniffing him greedily.

The cat downstairs meowed so loudly that it became more and more wavy.

Yan Hao was worried that Jiang Muxing would wake up, so he didn't dare to do anything else, just sticking to him.

As a result, he fell asleep unconsciously.

Jiang Muxing turned around, looked down at the person next to the pillow, and sighed for a long time: "I don't sleep well in the middle of the night, come and crawl on my bed, and see what you make up when you wake up tomorrow."

Yan Hao slept soundly.

Jiang Muxing pushed back his bangs and kissed the little mole between his eyebrows.

The room was silent.

Yanhao was dreaming, kicking her legs not quite honestly.

Jiang Muxing put the air conditioner on him, supported his head with one hand, stroked his white and tender cheek with the other, and traced it casually with his rough fingertips.

"Squad leader..." Yan Hao slightly opened his mouth to breathe, and let out a sticky dream, "You hug me..."

Jiang Mu was hardened.

Yan Hao waved his arms, frowning, with a crying expression on his face: "Squad leader..."

Jiang Muxing took him into his arms, locked him in his chest, and coaxed him in a hoarse voice: "Okay, hold it."