Dressed as The School Grass’ Ex-boyfriend

Zheng Que's heart is the thickest among several people. In normal times, he doesn't care how Ying Jiao and Jing Ji show their affection. If you have that time, you might as well just bow your head and play a game.

But today, with something in his heart, he was a little unhappy, and wanted to divert his attention, so he was the first to speak, but he didn't expect that two sentences would be thrown back by Yingjiao.

Zheng Que sat down again, gloomily dug a large mouthful of mashed potatoes and stuffed it into his mouth.

Ying Jiao chatted with Jing Ji for a while, only to feel refreshed, grabbed a piece of okonomiyaki, and just wanted to put down the phone and continue to eat. Seeing Zheng Que's depressed face, he paused, turned on his phone again, made a few numbers and sent it to Zheng Que.

Zheng Que didn't understand it for a while, thinking that he was going to have another show, and asked vigilantly, "Brother Jiao, what does this mean?"

"The password for the door lock." Ying Jiao took a sip of hot pomelo-flavored black tea and said casually, "Have you been to my house in Cen Yuewan? It's the door lock password there."

Zheng Que's throat choked, and the circles around his eyes were almost red.

His parents had a bad relationship. There was a big fight for three days and a small fight for five days. In fact, he went home tonight, but he couldn't stand the quarrel and the sound of things being thrown in the house, so he ran out again.

He didn't want to stay in that house for a second.

"Brother Jiao, I..." Zheng Que took a breath, his lips moved, and he wanted to say something. But they are used to hurting each other, and those sentimental words can't be said at all.

"Eat." Ying Jiao interrupted him and said lightly, "You can live as long as you want. Don't worry, it's my mother's house, and it has nothing to do with the winner."

Last year, Yingjiao and Zheng Que had an appointment to play at the villa in Haoyuewan. Who knew that Yingshengjun came over with a woman on the way.

Although Yingjiao kicked Yingshengjun out in the end, his interest was almost ruined.

"Thank you, Brother Jiao." Zheng Que recited the password several times in silence, kept it in his heart, and thanked Ying Jiao.

Yingjiao nodded and said nothing.

On the other side, after chatting with Ying Jiao for a while, Jing Ji was in a better mood. He packed his things, and like last time, after lying on the bed and writing most of his homework, he went to the bathroom to take a shower and then went to sleep.

The next day, there was a gathering among the relatives of the Jing family at the Jing family.

Jing's father's parents had long since passed away, and there was no one in his hometown. The people who came were relatives from Zhao Jinfeng's side.

Zhao Jinfeng is a local, and the family conditions are quite good. When Jing's father bought the house they live in, the down payment was given by Zhao Jinfeng's family.

She has three sisters in total, and they are not very different in age from each other, and the children born are at most four years apart, barely the same age.

At around nine o'clock in the morning, several sisters from the Zhao family came with their husband and children.

Father Jing and Zhao Jinfeng had already bought the vegetables and were busy in the kitchen. But just like that, Father Jing still didn't forget to call Jing Ji out and let him and Jing Miao accompany the guests in the living room.

Jing Miao had a good relationship with several cousins, and soon they chatted, and deliberately put Jing Ci aside.

Several people whispered, and from time to time they came together to say something, and their eyes couldn't help glancing at Jing Ji, with mockery in their eyes.

Jing Ji was too lazy to care about their little tricks, sitting on the end of the sofa silently reviewing mathematical formulas in his heart.

Sister Zhao glanced at him, and whispered to Second Sister Zhao: "Look at that, this time I finally see a little human."

Second Sister Zhao snorted: "Embroidered pillow, a straw bag, what's the use of looking good."

Sister Zhao took a kiwi fruit and said while peeling: "Yes, just like his mother. Speaking of mother, let me tell you, I met that woman on the road last time."

Zhao Sanjie likes gossip the most, so she immediately joined the conversation when she heard the words: "What's the matter?"

Sister Zhao took a bite of the kiwi fruit and said, "You don't know, that arrogance, tsk tsk. Wearing a red dress and carrying a Prada on her back. She passed me arrogantly, holding her daughter in one hand and her husband in the other, It's like going to a jewelry store to buy a necklace."

Once the women gossip, they will forget the occasion, and the voices of several people can't help but get louder.

Jing Ji was beside him and heard their conversation clearly.

From passing through to the present, this is the first time Jing Ji has heard about the original mother.

"People are doing well now." Zhao Sanjie's tone was sour: "No way, if you look good, men will eat that way."

Erjie Zhao still had a cold face: "It's just a black-hearted person wearing a good skin. The child cheated when she was less than one year old. Is this kind of woman still a person?"

"You said she's a ruthless mother. They all live in the same city, and they don't live far from each other. She never let her son live at her house for a day, nor did she buy anything for her son."

Zhao Sanjie listened with relish, and just as she was about to say something, she suddenly met Jing Ji's gaze.

She coughed a little embarrassedly, and quickly changed the subject bluntly.

By twelve o'clock, a table of food was ready. The men sat together and exchanged cups, while the women secretly showed off their husbands and children.

Several children of the Zhao sisters are very good. Sister Zhao's son just took the local 211 exam this year. The sons of second sister Zhao and third sister Zhao are the same age.

Sister Zhao took out a tissue and wiped the corners of her mouth, proudly: "I'm all from the experience of people who have come here. If a child goes to college, he must not take the ordinary one, otherwise, he will suffer a big loss in the future when he takes the postgraduate entrance examination and finds a job."

She glanced back and forth between Jing Ji and Jing Miao, and said, "Miao Miao's grades are good, and if you continue to maintain it, I will hopefully be the same as your brother. Jing Ji..."

She smiled vaguely: "Auntie doesn't ask you too much about your grades, just don't cause trouble to your parents."

Zhao Jinfeng choked abruptly, and quickly gave Sister Zhao a wink.

She is the person who can't see Jing Ji's goodness the most. Jing Ji's grades have improved, which makes Zhao Jinfeng feel aggrieved and panicked during this time.

Who would have thought that when the little beast like a second-rate child really made up his mind to start working hard, his grades would be so good?

Originally, with the two children in the family, every aspect of her birth would crush Jing Ji. But now, let alone Jing Miao, even her nephew, who was admitted to 211, was hanged and beaten in front of Jing Ji.

After all, this kind of thing is not a long face, Zhao Jinfeng didn't tell her sisters, but she didn't expect to roll over at this moment.

Sister Zhao didn't understand what she meant, and continued: "Look at how little you talk, how will you work after you graduate from high school? You don't want to be a waiter with your character."

Jing Ji lifted her eyelids and glanced at her, and took the last braised duck wing she liked.

Sister Zhao, who was one step behind and stretched out her chopsticks: "..."

Zhao Erjie also said: "Your aunt is right. If nothing else, your brother entered the top 50 in the grade last exam. In the future, 985 University will definitely not run, you can't study, you have to be somewhere else..."

"Second sister!" Zhao Jinfeng's face was flushed, and he couldn't listen anymore: "Don't say it anymore."

"What's the matter, Jin Feng?" Erjie Zhao slowly put on disposable gloves, took a big bone, glanced at Father Jing, who had an unnatural look on his face, and said, "You're just thinking too much, worrying about one thing and another, but some If you don't say it directly, the child won't understand it. Just like Jing Ji, in his situation, he won't go to work after graduating from high school..."

Zhao Jinfeng took a deep breath and interrupted her: "Second sister, Jing Ci's grades are good."

After saying a word, the eyes of the people on the table turned to her instantly, with sympathy in their eyes.

If it's hard to be a mother then, with Zhao Jinfeng's temper, it's rare to be able to call Jing Ci's bad result a good one.

Just as Sister Zhao wanted to say something, Father Jing put down his chopsticks and said embarrassedly, "Eldest sister, second sister, Jing Ci is doing well now."

Elder Sister Zhao and Second Sister Zhao didn't believe it.

Zhao Sanjie burst out laughing, and she straightened her face: "Really? How many places have you advanced this exam?"

With the virtue of this little beast, I am afraid that it has changed from the last one to the second last. Maybe it was because of the last one exam day.

The table full of people looked at Father Jing in unison.

Father Jing wiped his face, trying to make his face look more natural, and said embarrassedly: "Jing Ci was the first in the school last time, and he also participated in the National Mathematics League."

The voice fell, and the table suddenly sounded one after another gasping sound.

"How is this possible?"

"Positive, positive?"

"No. 1 in the whole grade of the provincial experiment?"

Father Jing nodded stiffly.

The three sisters of the Zhao family immediately blushed like ducks strangled by their necks, unable to spit out a word.

The younger generation of their family even more, all stared at Jing Ji, their jaws dropped.

In the second half of the dinner, the atmosphere was eerie and quiet. After lunch, the three sisters of Sister Zhao did not stay to chat, have afternoon tea or something like they used to, and they all quickly retreated on the grounds that they had something to do.

Jing's father and Zhao Jinfeng's faces were even hotter, and even Jing Miao felt uncomfortable, so he told Jing's father and ran out.

Only Jing Ji returned to his small room like no one else, and sorted out the homework that had been written and put it in his schoolbag. When unzipping the zipper, his hand accidentally touched the phone inside.

Jing Ci hesitated for a few seconds, took out his phone, called up the WeChat interface, and was slightly ecstatic.

I don't know what Yingjiao is doing now, whether he has done his homework well...

Just as he was thinking, the phone suddenly dinged, Xu was in a good mood, and it happened to be the news of Yingjiao.

[Pride]: There are some questions that I can't do.

Jing Ji quickly replied——

【King】: Which question? Take a photo for me.

[Pride]: I prefer you to tell me face-to-face.

Jing Ji was stunned for a moment, and thought about the reply--

[Jing]: Then you save first.

The sentence "I'll tell you after school starts" is still being entered, and new news from Yingjiao comes in.

[Pride]: Little classmate, are you coming to my home to do your homework?

Jing Ji's fingertips paused, and his typing stopped.

Do you want to do homework at Yingjiao's house?

For some reason, Jing Ji was suddenly a little nervous.

The cursor flickered in the input box, and Jing Ji's finger stayed on the Jiugong grid, and didn't move for a while.

[Pride]: Are you coming?

Jing Ji was still hesitating, but Jing's father suddenly pushed the door and walked in: "What are you doing hiding in the house? I finally took a vacation, and I don't know how to come out and talk to your mother for a while, why are you so ignorant!"

Jing Ji closed his eyes, his heart swayed, and he typed——

【King】: Come.

[Pride]: Go downstairs.

[Pride]: You go downstairs now.

Jing Ji's heart beat fast, his hand crooked, and the phone fell on the bed with a bang.

When Father Jing saw it, he was immediately angry: "Okay, you're still playing with your phone! Didn't you hear me talking to you?"

Jing Ci hurriedly stuffed the textbooks into his schoolbag. For the first time, he did not put them in order of size. He said to Father Jing, "I'm going to my classmate's house to do my homework." Then he rushed out of the room.

Father Jing walked out and roared: "Are you going to contact your friends again? Don't go! Stay at home for me!"

Jing Ji squatted down to change his shoes: "I made an appointment with my classmates."

"What about an appointment..." Before Father Jing finished speaking, Jing Ji had already opened the door and walked out, and the security door clacked, isolating his voice from the room.

Jing Ji pressed the schoolbag on his back with his hand and ran downstairs quickly. The closer he got downstairs, the faster his heart beat.

Standing in front of the heavy door of the unit building, Jing Ji took a deep breath and opened the door.

Ying Jiao was half-sitting on the bicycle lazily, when he heard the movement, he raised his head and smiled at Jing Ji: "It's quite fast."

The wind blew his open blue jacket, and the white shirt inside was clinging to him, and the thin waistline could be vaguely seen.

In front of him is the dark corridor of the unit building. Behind him, the sun shines brightly.

"You..." Jing Ji's throat tightened, and he finally spit out a sentence: "How do you know my home is here?"

"Last time you showed me the exercise book you bought on Taobao, I saw it." Yingjiao put away his phone, walked over, naturally reached out to take his schoolbag, and hung it on the handlebar.

Jing Ji asked again, "Are you here for something?"

"It's okay." Yingjiao chuckled and patted the back seat of the bicycle: "Get in the car."

Jing Ji didn't move, just looked at him fixedly.

"Okay." Ying Jiao smiled and compromised: "You see it, there is indeed something wrong."

"What's the matter?" Jing Ji immediately became nervous. It must not be a trivial matter to make Yingjiao come to his house on holiday, right? Is it related to his family?

It was windy outside, so Ying Jiao pulled the zipper of his jacket up for him, and rubbed his thumb lightly against his chin. He looked into Jing Ji's eyes and whispered, "I really miss you, I can't help it."

The author has something to say: did you find it, the scheming boy of arrogant brother has not concealed the wolf's tail~

I am arrogant! ! The old mother screamed for an assist.