That student turned sex

After Ji Xiaoyu finished speaking, she saw her father staring at her and shaking his head secretly, with disapproval in his eyes.

It means that this matter should not be said to bother her brother.

She shut up wisely, lowered her head to eat, and even picked up a piece of fish into the bowl, trying to block her mouth.

She didn't speak, and the table fell silent again.

Ji Xiaohan lowered his eyes, and flicked the chives in the bowl aside, after a while, flicked them back lightly, the silver metal chopsticks were between green and white, flicked back and forth several times.

Obviously, his mind was not on eating at all.

Ji's father didn't want his son to worry about these trivial matters. Seeing him like this, he put a chopstick of carrots into Ji Xiaohan's bowl.

"Xiaohan, don't worry about this," Ji's father said in relief: "You are now in the third year of high school, and the task is the college entrance examination. You just need to take care of your studies. I have a number of other things with your mother, ah."

After hearing this, Ji Xiaohan didn't say a word, and stopped with the chopsticks in his hand.

He was noncommittal to his father's words, he felt that his father didn't count.

No kidding, his dad really doesn't count, he thinks everyone is a good person, this is a small fight.

Ji's father really didn't count. After he finished persuading Ji Xiaohan, he turned around and talked about other things with Ji's mother, without worrying about it at all.

"Tomorrow the construction site is also on holiday. You will take care of them at home, and I will go to the hardware store to do some small work." Ji's father confessed.

Ji's mother nodded: "don't worry, I will."

As he said that, he asked Yan Mo again: "Is there anything you want to eat tomorrow?"

Yan Mo originally listened to their conversation while eating.

I didn't know what I heard on the way, so I took out my mobile phone to send a message to someone.

This meeting was typing, when Ji's mother interrupted her, her hands shook, and the phone almost fell to the ground.

Yan Mo quickly turned over the phone, looked up and smiled at Ji's mother: "I'm not picky, you can do anything, really!"

Seeing the sincerity of what he said, Ji's mother stopped asking.

Just ask it once, and if you ask again, it is embarrassing the child.

Seeing that Ji's mother stopped talking, Yan Mo heaved a sigh of relief, turned on the phone again and finished sending the message.

During the period, he secretly glanced at Ji Xiaohan.

But Ji Xiaohan didn't notice his abnormal behavior at all.

His mind was still on the matter of the yard being splashed with paint.

His father didn't let him take care of it, but it didn't mean he could really take care of it.

Who knows what kind of virtue the paint-splashing person is, and what grievances or grievances he has.

What if there is more excessive behavior later?

Even if parents can resist it, grandpa can't, it's terrible to be frightened when he gets older.

If this matter is not resolved, how can he rest assured when he returns to school.

Ji Xiaohan still has some guesses about the identity of the person who did this——

Splashing paint on the wall of his house in the middle of the night, more than once or twice, must be someone who has a festival with them.

But their family usually has fewer enemies.

According to the behavior of my parents, I usually see that everyone is polite and courteous, neither fights nor grabs, and has no way to offend others, and the relationship between neighbors is usually very good.

In this way, this matter may not have much to do with parents.

There is a great possibility that it has something to do with him. After all, he used to fight or have conflicts with others in school a lot.

Ji Xiaohan thought for a moment holding his chopsticks, and decided to ask someone tomorrow.

Just as he thought of this, someone touched his hand suddenly, his thoughts were interrupted, and he looked sideways.

Yan Mo brought the fish soup to his hand and reminded him: "Don't think too much, just drink the soup, it will be cold later."

The white and rich fish soup in the bowl swayed slightly.

It was freshly served and still steaming.

Ji Xiaohan put down his thoughts and picked up a bowl to drink the soup.

The soup is not hot, the fragrance is very strong, and the warmth melts all over the body after drinking it.

Not long after, the family was full and put down the dishes one after another.

Yan Mo stood up, subconsciously going to clean up the dishes.

Yan Mo, an eldest young master who is not very good at doing housework, might get hurt if he accidentally slipped his hand and smashed the bowl.

Thinking about it, Ji Xiaohan took the chopsticks away from his hand, and pressed his shoulder with one hand: "You sit and wait."

With a strong tone, Yan Mo sat back in an instant.

Ji Xiaohan cleaned up all the bowls and chopsticks, and put all the broken bones on the table into a bowl.

He took the bowl and poured the fish bones into the silent rice bowl in the corner of the yard.

He silently rushed out of the main room, buried his head in the bowl, bit the bone, and his teeth creaked.

Yan Mo sat there watching Ji Xiaohan feed the dog, and looked around boredly, wanting to see if there was anything he could use.

Ji's father and Ji's mother are busy cleaning, and Ji Xiaoyu is also serving dishes.

Only Grandpa Ji sat motionless at the table.

Yan Mo thought for a while, smiled and went to help the old man's arm: "Grandpa, let me help you wash and sleep!"

Ji Xiaohan went to the kitchen with the dirty bowl.

Ji Xiaoyu watched Yan Mo enter the grandfather's house, turned around and followed into the kitchen, quietly abducted Ji Xiaohan's arm in the kitchen, and said curiously: "Brother, what is the relationship between you and that classmate of yours?"

"What does it matter? Just ordinary classmates."

Ji Xiaohan didn't know what Ji Xiaoyu was thinking.

Wash the dishes, rinse them with water, drain them and put them in the cupboard.

Ji Xiaoyu looked at him with relentless eyes: "Just an ordinary classmate?"

"Yeah." Ji Xiaohan rubbed his chopsticks with his hands and rinsed them under the faucet. Annoyed by Ji Xiaoyu's stare, he asked, "What do you mean by asking this suddenly?"

"It's not the WeChat message you sent me last time!" Ji Xiaoyu couldn't forget being "wronged" by Ji Xiaohan, "I read that post later."

Ji Xiaohan leaned against the cupboard and inserted his chopsticks into the chopsticks basket. Hearing this, his face felt a little uncomfortable.

If I had known earlier, I wouldn't have asked Ji Xiaoyu, and had found trouble for myself.

"That's all nonsense."

"I know," Ji Xiaoyu smiled and closed the cupboard door, implying: "However, what do you think about him? I'm curious!"

"Don't be so curious, you think about things every day, why don't you go take a bath?" Ji Xiaohan ignored her, turned off the kitchen light, and came out to take the door: "I think about me all day, and I don't study hard. .”

Ji Xiaoyu was choked up by him, and curled her lips secretly: Hey, I became angry from embarrassment!

At around ten o'clock, Ji Xiaohan finished washing, sat on the bedside and played with his mobile phone, waiting for Yan Mo.

After Yan Mo took a shower, he came out wearing Ji's father's old clothes.

Because Ji Xiaohan didn't have so many old clothes for him to wear, he had to find his father's old clothes. Father's clothes were very loose, and Yan Mo couldn't fit them tightly, so he could make do with them.

But Yan Mo brought underwear and so on.

They didn't have anything to change for him, and the numbers were different.

Yan Mo wiped his hair, and when he came in, Ji Xiaohan sent him to sit down at the table.

"I'll write the English test paper later!" Ji Xiaohan kicked the chair without raising his eyes, and said.

Yan Mo stared at his feet on the chair, Ji Xiaohan's feet were very white, with a layer of fluorescence under the light.

Yan Mo didn't speak, Ji Xiaohan withdrew his foot and looked up at him: "What's wrong? Do you have any opinions?"

"No." Yan Mo looked away abruptly, and sat down with a pen.

He stared at the test paper with a "painful" light in his eyes.

I have to write the test paper the night before the holiday. Is there anyone in this world who is more difficult than him?

But there is no way, even though it is a holiday, who asked him to take the initiative to send it to his door to ask for make-up lessons.

Yan Mo shook his head, put aside his messy thoughts, and began to write the paper.

Ji Xiaohan turned on his phone and sent a message to those who were still in touch with him among his junior high school classmates.

The mute of the phone will not affect Yan Mo.

The room was very quiet, and for a while, only the rustling of the pen tip across the paper and the faint thud of fingers tapping the screen could be heard.

"Xiaohan, do you think the person who splashed the paint is the person we met at the police station last time?"

Yan Mo was halfway through the paper, and suddenly turned around to ask Ji Xiaohan.

Ji Xiaohan was typing to ask his classmate where the flower shirts were hanging out recently, when he heard him ask, he stopped and went to see Yan Mo.

The two suddenly looked at each other and saw the same meaning in each other's eyes.

In fact, just now Ji Xiaohan also suspected that the group of people with flowered shirts did it.

Among the people who had an old grudge against him, the ones with the worst relationship were those in the floral shirts.

In the past, they always talked about teaching him a lesson, but until now, no one has come to trouble him.

Perhaps, they changed their tactics and harassed his family members instead.

However, Ji Xiaohan didn't expect that Yan Mo had the same idea as him.

"Tomorrow, let's ask them first? Confirm?" Yan Mo said.

"It's not us." Ji Xiaohan sent the message before answering Yan Mo lightly: "I'm going."

"Ah?" As soon as Ji Xiaohan finished speaking, Yan Mo put down his pen, turned around, put his hands on the edge of the bed, and stared at Ji Xiaohan: "You can't do it alone! There are so many of them, it's dangerous! You You must take me with you!"

Ji Xiaohan didn't leave him alone, he pulled the quilt to cover himself up: "I don't take you, you write papers at home!"

"I agreed to make up lessons for you. I'll go out and come back. You just happened to do a set of papers."

Yan Mo quit, took off his shoes, climbed onto the bed, and whispered in Ji Xiaohan's ear, "I just finished the exam today! Why don't you just relax a little tomorrow?"

Yan Mo's whole body was pressed against the quilt, as heavy as a big dog.

"No!" Ji Xiaohan pushed him away with a look of disgust: "I don't know what you did in the exam, so I just want to relax and play! I don't have much time to keep making up lessons for you. If you can't Hurry up and adapt to this rhythm by yourself, if you don’t get better grades later, I won’t care about you.”

Yan Mo lay on the quilt and let him push, but didn't move.

Looking at him eagerly with eyes open, his tone was a little soft: "That's no good, you have to control me... You don't care about me, I can't get into college."

He didn't ask Ji Xiaohan how much time he had to make up lessons for him, so he kept on focusing on this point.

"But isn't it a four-day holiday? I'll go with you tomorrow... just relax... okay?"

Ji Xiaohan couldn't push him, so he had to give up.

He didn't answer, took out his mobile phone to watch things, and didn't speak.

Yan Mo continued to stare at him.

He lay down like this for a while, until Ji Xiaohan's phone responded, and Ji Xiaohan opened the chat interface to reply to the message.

Seeing that Yan Mo still didn't give up, he seemed to be planning to confront him tonight.

"it is good."

Ji Xiaohan couldn't beat him, so he finally agreed.

Yan Mo smiled, and almost leaned over to kiss Ji Xiaohan, but fortunately he reacted in time, got up, sat back and obediently wrote the question.

No matter how the silhouette looks, how happy it is.

After Ji Xiaohan replied thank you, knowing the scope of activities of Huashi Shirt and the others, he put away his mobile phone and stared at Yan Mo writing the paper.

When going to bed at night, Yan Mo still slept outside.

Ji Xiaohan slept on the inside, he was directly wrapped in the quilt and facing the wall.

It may be that he was a little tired from the exam and the car ride, Ji Xiaohan soon fell asleep.

Yan Mo turned sideways, stared at the back of his head for an unknown amount of time, and then fell asleep.

In the middle of the night, Ji Xiaohan suddenly felt that his whole body was bound by something in his sleep. He couldn't breathe and woke up.

When he woke up, he found that Yan Mo's arm was pressed on his neck, and a leg was also stepped over and pressed on his leg.

Not only that, but his face was still pressed against his neck, and the hot air of his breath was blown all the way to his ears.

What kind of sleep is this!

Ji Xiaohan was speechless, so he could only move Yan Mo's legs and arms down, and turned half of his body slightly.

Yan Mo grunted and moved his face away.

Ji Xiaohan found that he hadn't woken up, he let out a breath, and closed his eyes to sleep again.

In the end, within half an hour, before he fell asleep, Yan Mo lay down on his stomach again.

This time it was even more extreme, not only did her legs wrap around his legs, but her arms also wrapped around his waist.

That movement is very skilled and smooth.

Ji Xiaohan suspected that Yan Mo regarded himself as a pillow in his sleep.

Usually in the dormitory, he can be seen sleeping with things at night.

But such a sleeping habit is really bad.

Ji Xiaohan feels so tired!He didn't want to sleep in the same bed with Yan Mo anymore, and regretted it.

The point is, Yan Mo's arms are hot, and he feels that he is sweating all over, which is uncomfortable!

It wasn't that he was suffering from heat, but that he was suffering from dryness in his heart.

Why didn't this happen last time?

Ji Xiaohan thought about it, and finally judged that it was probably because he had a nightmare last time, so he couldn't remember it.

If he had known that Yan Mo slept like this, he should have asked his father to think of a way to make the bed wider.

But now, in the middle of the night, there was nothing he could do, Ji Xiaohan sighed.

What troubled him the most was that he couldn't break Yan Mo's hand.

Not only could it not be broken, but Yan Mo hugged him tightly in his arms in his sleep, just like a child who is afraid that his doll will be snatched away, Ji Xiaohan is now forced into Yan Mo's arms inside.

……

Ji Xiaohan struggled for a while, but gave up helplessly, with a look of lovelessness on his face.

Fortunately, Yan Mo's arm was only around his waist, not on his neck, so he wouldn't be out of breath, and the weather wasn't as hot as before, so he could bear it.

Ji Xiaohan closed his eyes and forced himself to sleep.

Until he fell asleep in a daze again, he never thought of waking Yan Mo up and letting him let go.

The next morning, Yan Mo woke up first.

When he woke up, he saw Ji Xiaohan's peaceful face in his arms, sleeping peacefully against his chin.

Yan Mo looked at the familiar scene, smiled, moved his chin slightly forward, and put his mouth on Ji Xiaohan's nose.

Then he closed his eyes again and continued to sleep.

So, when Ji Xiaohan woke up, he found that he just fell asleep in Yan Mo's arms all night.

Yan Mo's mouth was still close to the tip of his nose, if he moved it further down, he didn't know what would happen.

And then, Ji Xiaohan realized that something else was wrong, and he was startled immediately.

The boy was very angry in the morning. He was dry last night, and it will be even hotter now. His trousers are stretched and stretched.

Ji Xiaohan quickly pushed Yan Mo away, got out of bed, and went to the bathroom.

Yan Mo opened his eyes slowly, his arms were empty for a moment, he was not used to it, he pulled up the quilt, hugged it, and took a deep breath.

Made it last night.

The author has something to say: give you a warm hug~

Thanks to the little angels who irrigate the nutrient solution: Yan Su, who happens to be in full bloom