Everyone is fascinated by his tea

The next day, as soon as Zhou Min went out, he smelled the aroma of rice coming from below.

He is from the Northeast, so he doesn't often smell this smell, but he thinks that the smell of rice is a bit delicate.

For example, a person who cooks cuts a sausage carefully, with slender fingertips around a few chopping boards.

Zhou Min felt that this fox was too crispy.

Xiao Zai moved a stool by himself, and sat opposite Wen Dong, without saying a word, while watching him cook, while secretly stuffing a piece of sausage into his mouth.

Presumably the aunt is not around, usually he cooks, he is not so delicate, chop it up and throw it into the pot, the domestic cubs don't dislike it either.

It was the first time today, Zhou Min suddenly laughed and snorted, this time he had a good meal, and the cub should dislike it in the future.

"Are you up?" Wen Dong asked.

Zhou Min rubbed his hair and said 'hmm'. Seeing him go downstairs, Xiao Zai was immediately happy, and his saliva was still there, so he stretched out his arms to hug him.

Seeing the bruises and bruises on his neck, Zhou Min's face darkened instantly, and he lifted the cub's back collar to look carefully.

"Been beaten?" Zhou Min asked.

Zhou Chao couldn't understand.

Zhou Min pressed his bruise, and his tone softened, "It hurts?"

Zhou Qi couldn't speak, so he just said 'ah' and nodded.

The way the two of them got along was very strange, as if the child couldn't speak, and Zhou Min didn't teach him, so he just let him.

Wen Dong felt it just now, the child sat in front of him, not in a hurry to speak, just watched eagerly.

Zhou Min frowned, took out the medicine box from under the table, put the child on his lap, pulled off his clothes, and carefully disinfected it with a cotton swab.

The child was in pain and couldn't help fussing and shouting.

Wen Dong put the food on the table, looked at the child struggling on Zhou Min's lap and walked over to take the child from his lap.

"You wipe lightly."

Wen Dong wiped away the child's tears, unzipped the zipper, and put on layer after layer of clothes in a mess.

How could it be possible to take good medicine through such thick clothes.

"Are you sure this is your real brother?"

"Auntie is not here today."

Zhou Min frowned, who knows where the auntie went, the cub is wearing his own clothes today.

He also doesn't like being spoiled by Zhou Chao, even if he is too delicate, he has to get used to it if he is not used to it.

Wen Dong thought, in fact, Zhou Min is the crispy one.

After peeling off the child's clothes, he found that the wound on his body was not limited to the neck, but there were also light and shallow marks on the stomach.

Wen Dong took a deep breath, even when he wiped the cotton wool, he was afraid of scratching his skin.

Zhou Min narrowed his eyes slightly, looking at the injuries on his body, his whole body sank suddenly.

Knowing that Wen Dong rubbed lightly, the child hugged his neck, kissed him on the face with a 'baji', and then sat on the table obediently, eating today's new dish with a spoon.

Wen Dong cooked egg custard for him.

Zhou Min didn't know who to contact over there, anyway, his expression was not very good.

After a while, an aunt came to pick up the child.

Judging from Zhou Min's tone, it sounded like the old man's aunt.

Wen Dong thought, there is no way to get better with this matter.

"I'll take you to school later."

Zhou Min picked up the rice on the dining table, not at all unexpected, this little fox is really good at cooking.

Wen Dong stopped chewing rice, "Aren't you going?"

As far as he knew, the two should be in the same school, but he was one grade younger than Zhou Min.

Zhou Min wiped his mouth, took the bowl to wash himself, "I won't go."

There was a moment of silence in the air, until there was a sound at the door, Wen Dong looked towards the door, it was a strange face.

"Boss Zhou?" Seriously, his face was not very good-looking, "Xiao Chao was beaten?"

Usually when Zhou Min is not free, he takes care of Zhou's ailments most seriously, which is closer than his own brother.

The sound of washing dishes came from the kitchen, and Zhou Min let out a deep 'hmm'.

Seriously, he took two steps inside, only to see Wendong who had no presence at the dinner table.

Seriously and lightly, he glanced at the delicate-looking young man, nodded his head as a greeting, and walked quickly to Zhou Min.

"This is you, Jinwu Zangjiao?"

The serious voice is not small, and it seems that it is not intended to be small.

Just as Wen Dong was about to explain, Zhou Min walked over with no expression on his face, "Think too much, people are good students."

When passing by, he didn't even give him a look, as if the two were divided into camps like this.

Wendong's class was assigned to Class [-] and Class [-] of Senior High School.

Although he is a newcomer, he is good-looking and gentle, so it's hard not to like him.

Occasionally, when he heard his classmates talking about Zhou Min, he would interject a few words.

"Zhou Min, a sophomore in high school, didn't come today. You know, his stupid younger brother was beaten up in our primary school."

Wen Dong frowned slightly, "Silly brother?"

The front desk let out an 'ang' and explained to him, "You didn't know when you first came here, when his mother gave birth to his brother, it was difficult to deliver, and his brother was born like that, and his mother didn't make it through."

No wonder he always felt that the way the two brothers got along was a bit subtle.

Seeing that he didn't respond at the front desk, he thought it was because the topic didn't attract his interest, and then continued, "Then his mother didn't make it through, his father was about to throw the child to the ground immediately, if Zhou Min didn't stop him... "

"So he brought his brother out to live?" Wen Dong asked.

The front table waved his hand, "Who knows, but you usually stay away from him. He is abnormal, and fighting is commonplace. His brother has that brain, who knows if he has some disease?"

When school was over in the afternoon, Wen Dong walked up the stairs and unconsciously walked to Zhou Min's class.

No one in the school seemed to know that the one who was cast aside by them was supposed to be the favorite of heaven, and everyone's impression of him was limited to the word 'bad'.

There are mountains of books piled on the table in the corner, arranged randomly, and even a few books have been torn so that they can no longer see their original appearance.

Silently cleared the table.

When I walked to the school gate, I found that there was a lot of noise at the school gate, as if they were surrounded by a car.

Wen Dong looked at the very familiar license plate and raised the corners of his lips slightly.

Zhou Min did have the capital to have people surround him.

That Land Rover is a luxury that ordinary people can't afford for a lifetime, and it is enviable enough for nouveau riche.

Zhou Min is a person who says he has a big temper, and he is really big.

But if you want to be careful, no one will be more careful than him.

It's not bad at all.

Wen Dong knew what he was doing.

He is new here, and in a class that has already taken shape, outsiders like him are most likely to be isolated and bullied.

Money is not everything, but without money, nothing is possible.

His eyebrows were slightly drawn, hiding the smile at the corners of his eyes.

Under the envious eyes of everyone, Wen Dong got into the car.

From then on, those people will not and dare not do anything to Wendong.

"Why did you remember to pick me up?" Wen Dong asked him.

Zhou Min didn't say anything, it was obvious that he had a bad temper at the moment.

Wen Dong didn't ask either.

When the two returned home, Wen Dong was still cooking, while Zhou Min sat slumped on the sofa, as if extremely tired, closing his eyes and not speaking.

"How is the younger brother's matter resolved?" Wen Dong asked him while chopping vegetables.

"I took it back."

His voice was a little cold.

In the empty living room, there was one person missing, and it was inexplicably empty.

Because Zhou Min wasn't strong enough, he didn't have the ability to fight against the mayor except to solve the matter by force, and the child who bullied Zhou Chao happened to belong to the mayor's family.

At that time, if Mr. Zhou hadn't stepped forward, I'm afraid Zhou Min would not have come out well.

Feelings may be so wonderful.

Even though the two of them had met for less than a day, he was already lost because of the loss of the boy in front of him.

Wen Dong familiarly took out the medicine box from under the table.

When the cold cotton wool fell on his forearm, Zhou Min subconsciously tightened his flesh and slowly opened his eyes.

"Caught by a child?"

Zhou Min frowned slightly.

Looking at the few scratches on the arm, it was scratched by the cubs at home.

When grandpa took him back, the cub was unwilling to hold on to his arm and howled, but Zhou Min had no excuse to let him stay.

Grandpa can let him go to a better school, and there is a way to make people in the school support Zhou Chao.

These are all things he cannot do.

Just like Wen Dong in front of him, this young man really likes him, but he can't ruin other people's lives because of selfishness.

"No need to clean up." Zhou Min retracted his arms, "Tomorrow there will be a new driver to take you to and from school."

Smart as Wendong, even if he doesn't tell, Wendong will know why the cub didn't come back.

Wen Dong threw the cotton wool into the trash can, his eyes fell on Zhou Min's reddened ears, and he squinted slightly, "What about you?"

Zhou Min got up, but didn't speak again.

"Why punish yourself for the mistakes of others?"

The only answer to him was the sound of footsteps fading away.

The beef noodles on the table were still fragrant, but they were left quietly on the table overnight.

Before going out, Zhou Min was one step ahead of him.

The two got along like this for half a month, even if they met at school, Zhou Min still wouldn't even give him a look.

He is the enviable No. [-] student in his grade, while Zhou Min is just a bad student who is labeled as a school bully.

But thinking about it carefully, Zhou Min didn't do anything bad at school.

The boundary between the two was drawn very clearly by Zhou Min.

Zhou Min was changing shoes at the entrance, and when he was about to go out, he suddenly looked at Wen Dong who was eating at the table, and said silently, "You don't need to tidy up the desk for me, and you don't need to leave me notes."

Wen Dong's fingertips turned white while holding the chopsticks. After a while, he calmed down and met Zhou Min's eyes calmly.

"After that, please wash your school uniform and underwear yourself."

Zhou Min was taken aback, his brows furrowed slightly, and the burning started from the base of his ears.

"Isn't there an aunt?"

Wendong calmly walked outside the balcony, stepped on the stool, took the large underwear hanging on the balcony, and threw it on the sofa, "I'm dismissed."

"Who allowed you to do this?" Zhou Min stared at the boy who was arranging his clothes on the sofa, holding back his anger for no reason, "Since when did it start?"

Wen Dong's eyes twitched slightly, "On the first day I moved in, I was responsible for everything about you."

"What are you crazy about!"

Zhou Min had never seen such a crazy fox.

"Is this crazy?" Wen Dong slightly raised his eyebrows, with a vague smile on his lips, "Is it you who provoked me?"

Zhou Min felt like he was in a dream, and he swallowed a sip of strong wine, listening to his friend's teasing.

"The fierce girl is afraid of pestering her husband. She thought she picked up a small white flower. Who knew she was a thousand-year-old vixen!" Seriously, a few people leaned forward and back together with laughter, "I said, why don't you just follow, Boss Zhou?"

"It's only been half a month. People have hinted at you several times. If you don't have any ideas, you can say it earlier. We are bad, but don't do that!"

Zhou Min glared at him, but Wen Dong's words echoed in his ears.

'Pick me back, don't you pay a price, Boss Zhou? '

Swallowing a gulp of strong wine, Zhou Min silently ground his teeth, it was terribly frightening.

The author has something to say: Zhou Min: What price?

Wen Dong: Promise with your body [smile]