mistook boyfriend for brother

Su Mu was stunned, struggling subconsciously, Ye Jingmo increased his strength.

He held Su Mu's arm, and the cold temperature of Su Mu's arm went straight up from his palm: "Don't move! Aren't you cold? Half of it is wet! They are all men, lean closer to me It's all right again!"

Su Mu came back to his senses, and turned his head to look at Ye Jingmo inexplicably.

"What's wrong? Did it hurt you?" Ye Jingmo was puzzled, and relaxed his grip on Su Mu's hand.

Su Mu withdrew his gaze and shook his head: "Let go! It's not convenient to walk like this, I will lean towards you!"

"Oh! That's fine!" Ye Jingmo nodded, let go of Su Mu's arm, and changed his hand to hold the umbrella, but the umbrella was still tilted towards Su Mu.

Su Mu kept his word, and no longer deliberately distanced himself from Ye Jingmo, and took the initiative to lean in Ye Jingmo's direction.

The corners of Ye Jingmo's mouth raised, and he felt much happier.

The two of them walked in silence for a while, passing many milk tea shops in restaurants on the way, and some students without umbrellas stood bustling at the door, some of them were from No. [-] Middle School, and some had jobs.

Ye Jingmo took a glance and found the topic to break the silence: "The president is very careful! He even brought an umbrella when he came out for lunch."

"Yunze reminded me to bring it, he is more careful." Su Mu replied.

"That was Jiang Yunze just now?"

"Ah."

"You went to work to fight in groups just because of him?" Ye Jingmo's tone rose, with some questioning and disbelief.

Su Mu glanced at him: "The news is very good!"

"Unexpectedly, our president's after-school life is quite rich, clubbing and fighting are all there!" Ye Jingmo said this in a strange way.

As he said that, his gaze moved down to look at Su Mu's waist, and he stretched out his hand to lift the hem of his clothes.

Su Mu's waist was exposed, white and thin, but wrapped in a bandage.

"What are you doing!?" Su Mu was startled, and quickly pushed back the hem of his clothes.

"President, don't fight in the future! Look at you, you are so delicate, you can get hurt even if you deal with a few miscellaneous fish!" Ye Jingmo looked at Su Mu, and said inexplicably.

If those few "bad fish" were here at this time, they would probably vomit blood with anger: Is he delicate? ?What is he called delicate? !Can you touch your conscience and speak! ?

"Huh?" Su Mu didn't understand what Ye Jingmo meant.

"I'll come to you, Brother Ye, if I have something to do in the future! Brother Ye will cover you!" This sentence rolled on the tip of Ye Jingmo's tongue, and he swallowed it down again, replacing it with:

"Everyone is a civilized person! We should use a peaceful method! Leave some evidence and report to the police, and let the police handle it!"

Su Mu was expressionless and silent for a while, and only uttered two words: "Trouble!"

"Fuck! Our president is so arrogant!" Ye Jingmo blurted out.

Su Mu looked at him, and suddenly smiled: "You think I'm weak? Can't beat others? Seriously, you may not be able to beat me, I have practiced muay thai!"

Seeing him smile, Ye Jingmo was also happy: "Hey! When will you come to compete?"

Su Mu withdrew his gaze and said leisurely, "No, civilized person!"

Ye Jingmo opened his mouth, wanting to speak, but didn't know what to say.

What he didn't expect was that Su Mu actually spoke, which sounded like he was explaining: "I went to look for them not only because of Jiang Yunze."

"Two weeks ago, there was another student in our class, who was also a poor student, and was stopped and robbed by someone in the same position. I reported to the police and reported to the school that time, but it was useless. The amount they robbed did not constitute a crime. They are still underage, and the school police can only warn about education, which is nothing to them."

"Relying on this, they continued to do whatever they wanted, and robbed Jiang Yunze of his living expenses. If they didn't care, they would definitely bully other poor students in the future."

"As the class monitor, and also as the president of the student union, I must do something to protect the interests of the students. If we can't solve it with civilized means, we can only use their way of handling things to solve it. Just beat me up and be honest! "

After Ye Jingmo heard this, he was silent for a while, and said seriously: "The president just needs to handle the school's internal affairs with peace of mind. For things like fighting, you should find the school bully."

Su Mu looked at Ye Jingmo, not quite understanding what he meant.

"The school bully is also elected by the students of No. [-] Middle School. They all regard me as a school bully. Naturally, I have to fulfill some obligations of a school bully! If someone in my school is bullied, then I must take care of it, and I must do it for you. They came out!"

"So if you encounter something like this that requires a fight again in the future, you come to me! Don't go alone again!" When Ye Jingmo said this, he looked at Su Mu with extra seriousness.

Su Mu also looked at him with complicated eyes, Ye Jingmo realized that what he just said was inappropriate, he looked away, and said carelessly: "As the president of the student union, you are in charge, you go to another school to fight, don't you?" Want to steal my job? Let me tell you! No way! I want to be a veritable school bully!"

Su Mu was silent for a while, then smiled: "I never thought that our third lieutenant colonel is quite righteous!"

"That's right!" Ye Jingmo also smiled.

The two looked at each other and smiled, without saying a word all the way, and continued to walk forward. The rain was dripping and the cold wind was blowing, but the hearts of both of them were extremely warm.

……

In the blink of an eye, it was the National Day holiday. In the second quarter of Friday afternoon, Ye Jingmo just went to the bathroom and came back, and the papers on the table were piled up like a hill.

The class was bustling with people moaning and complaining.

"There are seven math papers in total! One set a day is not much, and it won't take much time!"

"There is an exam when I come back from the National Day! Don't assign too many homework, just one paper a day, and give me a good review in the rest of the time! Classical Chinese words, comprehensible recitation, read more, don't lose the basic points! Blame me for not reminding you guys! When the time comes, comprehensively recite a wrong question and copy it ten times!"

"As for the English homework, I didn't want to assign it at first. I wanted you to spend all your time on reviewing, but our English class relies on doing the usual reading to find the sense of language and accumulate new words. This comes with an exam. Don't feel unfamiliar, one paper every day!"

"I physics..."

"My chemistry subject..."

Wu Fan and Qin Nuo were holding a stack of papers in their hands, facing the front and back desks, their voices were lively, but their faces were expressionless, imitating what the teachers said.

"I didn't say much, but I ended up with seven math, seven Chinese, two essays, seven English, three essays, five physics, four chemistry, six biology, four geography, history and politics!"

"Good guy! There are 48 fucking papers!" Wu Fan lost his mood and was furious.

"Dad! Your cell phone rang just now! Your grandma's call!" Seeing Ye Jingmo coming back, Wu Fan changed his expression quickly.

Ye Jingmo nodded, pulled out his phone, and leaned against the window to answer the phone before class was over.

The phone beeped for a long time before being picked up.

"Hello! Grandma? Why did it take you so long to answer the phone?" Ye Jingmo worried anxiously.

The other party was silent for a while, and a commanding voice sounded coldly: "It's me! Have you finished school? Come back quickly after school, I'm eating at home today."

Ye Jingmo's face darkened: "Got it!"

The person on the opposite side hummed in a low voice and hung up the phone.

The man on the opposite side is Ye Baihan, Ye Jingmo's father whom he doesn't see several times a year.

After school, Ye Jingmo came home and opened the door.

The dining table was full of sumptuous meals, grandparents and Ye Baihan were sitting at the dining table.

Ye Baihan was still wearing a suit, his coat was taken off and he was sitting at the dining table, but he was still holding a mobile phone in his hand, sending messages with a sullen face.

"Little Mo is back! Hurry up, go wash your hands and prepare to eat!" Grandma heard the movement and got up to greet Ye Jingmo.

"Okay!" Ye Jingmo responded, lowering his head to change his shoes.

Ye Baihan frowned, raised his eyelids and glanced at Ye Jingmo: "Didn't you leave school early? Why are you coming back now? I'm waiting and I still have things to deal with! Look at this, it's been delayed again!"

Ye Jingmo lowered his eyes, his eyes were deep. He changed his shoes freely and did not respond to Ye Baihan.

After Ye Jingmo washed his hands, he sat down at the dining table, took the meal from grandma, and ate with his head down.

Ye Baihan finally put down his phone, and looked at Ye Jingmo with sharp eyes: "How is your study?"

Ye Jingmo ate without raising his head: "That's it!"

Ye Baihan frowned: "Why did you talk to me?"

Ye Jingmo's face was expressionless, he ate his meal to himself and didn't respond, Ye Baihan's handsome face was as black as the bottom of a pot.

The atmosphere at the dinner table suddenly became extremely suffocating.

"How do you talk? What father is like you? You don't come back a few times a year, and you are so fierce to your son when you come back?" Grandpa Ye Jingmo couldn't stand it anymore, and his tone was more fierce than Ye Baihan.

Ye Baihan glanced at his father, and his aura weakened. He softened his tone and said to Ye Jingmo, "I heard that you are often late? Did you fight and cut class before?"

Ye Jingmo swallowed the shrimp in his mouth: "Yes."

Ye Baihan's anger was aroused by Ye Jingmo again: "I will pay you so much money every semester, for your living, for your clothing, for you to go to Lincheng No. [-] Middle School, I want you to study hard No, it's not to let you go to school to embarrass me!"

Ye Jingmo's face was expressionless, but his eyes were dim, and he picked up another crystal shrimp with his chopsticks.

"Do you think you only lost your own face? You lost my Ye Bohan's face! How could I, Ye Bohan, have a son like you!" Seeing that Ye Jingmo was indifferent, Ye Bohan gritted his teeth angrily.

Ye Jingmo stopped, looked at Ye Baihan, a mocking smile curled up on the corner of his mouth, and his tone did not fluctuate: "Oh! Son? Isn't it? In your heart, I should just stick your Ye Baihan label, and you can't throw it away if you want to. burden?"

"You! What are you talking about?? I'm doing this for your own good!" Ye Baihan was shocked and annoyed, and patted the table.

"Are you doing it for your face?" Ye Jingmo continued to smile mockingly, hitting the nail on the head.

"You!" Ye Baihan's eyes widened.

"Am I wrong? Since I was a child, how many times have you cared about me? Do you really treat me like a son?" Ye Jingmo said the most aggressive words in the calmest tone.

Ye Baihan became angry from embarrassment, stood up and raised his hands towards Ye Jingmo's face.

"Stop! What are you doing! Have you had enough trouble?" Grandpa Ye Jingmo slapped his chopsticks on the dining table with a loud and majestic voice, full of anger.

Ye Baihan gritted his teeth, stopped his hands and stared at Ye Jingmo.

Ye Jingmo looked calm, picked up the bowl, and continued to eat as if nothing had happened.

Ye Jingmo was in no pain, but Ye Baihan felt uncomfortable in his heart, but because of Ye Jingmo's grandfather, he couldn't help it, so he could only hold back his stomach and poke at the rice in the bowl viciously .

Not long after, his cell phone rang.

"Hey, um, what's the matter? Okay, I got it! I'll go over now!" Ye Baihan looked at the watch on his wrist, got up, put on his coat, gave Ye Jingmo another hard look, and then slammed the door and left.

Ye Jingmo didn't raise his head, the rice in the bowl was almost finished.

The two old men lost their appetite holding bowls.

"Oh! What a crime! Xiaomo, grandpa and grandma are sorry for you!" Grandma sighed, blaming herself very much.

Ye Jingmo smiled: "Grandma, I don't blame you! It's fine now, I have you!"

"Stop moaning and sighing! Eat! Xiaomo is right, we are fine with us! What do you want those two beasts for?" Grandpa grabbed a chopstick of food and stuffed it into his mouth.

Ye Jingmo smiled brightly, and picked up a shrimp for each of his grandparents.

Ye Baihan hasn't come back since he left that day, and what happened at the dinner table didn't have much impact on Ye Jingmo's mood.

Four days before the National Day, Ye Jingmo, Wu Fan, Shen Junyang and others went to Internet cafes and bars to have a good time twice.

On the fifth day, Han Ruyue, Sun Yuxiang, Chen Jingjing and more than a dozen Class [-] students joined in. They set up a milk tea shop and worked together to make up homework from [-]:[-] in the afternoon until after [-]:[-] in the evening.

In the remaining two days, Ye Jingmo will spare three hours to solve extra physics and mathematics problems, as well as to review Chinese a little bit.

He would often harass Su Mu on QQ if he had nothing to do. Although the other party was indifferent, the only response to him was:

【s.】：【smile】【smile】

【s.】: Is there something wrong with you? ?

【s.】:...

【s.】: You are poisonous!

But he still harassed with a dead skin, and enjoyed it.