So cute, can't help it

Fang Shu was stunned for a moment, and was about to walk towards He Qing, when He Qing caught up with a gentle man wearing glasses.

"I haven't finished talking yet, why are you in such a hurry..." The man paused: "Are you there, little friend?"

"Come for the exam." It was Zhang Xin who came. Zhang Xin was wearing a traffic police uniform, and Fang Shu didn't recognize him at first glance.

Zhang Xin: "Have you finished the exam?"

Fang Shu: "Just finished the exam, He, the coach is my safety officer."

Zhang Xin looked thoughtfully at the handsome boy in front of him, and said to He Qing: "I probably guess why you need throat lozenges."

He Qing didn't speak, and naturally peeled off the lozenges and put them in his mouth, slowly drying his throat that was about to smoke.

Zhang Xin frowned and said: "I never thought that Brother He would have a day of sham business and selfishness. I have opened my eyes. Thinking about how many students you had under your command, it's not like you haven't been their security officer before, but it's just business, and you didn't keep any feelings."

But Xu Daofu is just the opposite. If the benefits are in place and he can use the relationship to solve it, he will definitely find the relationship to solve it.

From a certain level, many students know what kind of person Xu Daofu is, but they are still willing to choose him as a coach, and it is not completely untraceable.

Yu Wuwei was at a loss as he listened to the sidelines. What kind of fake public benefit?

Yu Wuwei tilted his shoulder, bumped Fang Shu lightly, and asked in a low voice, "Xiao Shu, can you understand what Coach He and the others are saying?"

Fang Shu touched the tips of his embarrassingly red ears indiscriminately, and said nonsense with a sullen face: "I don't understand either."

He Qing interrupted Zhang Xin's banter, his voice still sounded a little hoarse: "Don't you have something to say?"

Zhang Xin waved his hand: "It's not something very important, you send the children back first, and I'll contact you to talk about it when I'm done."

Fang Shu's ranking is not high, there are not a few students who come out before he finishes the exam, and there are people coming and going around, it is really not a suitable place to talk.

He Qing nodded, and left the examination room with Fang Shu and Yu Wuwei.

Yu Wuwei thought of something, and the other party wrote: "After the test of subject three, there will be basically no problems in subject four. Xiaoshu, do you want to sign up for subject four together?"

Fang Shu was puzzled: "Can I apply now?"

"You can apply on the same day after you finish the test for subject three." He Qing took the call, and the phone in his pocket rang.

He Qing picked up the phone, frowning quickly.

Yu Wuwei said with great eyesight: "I know the way back to school. Coach He, if you have to do it beforehand, Xiaoshu and I can take a taxi back."

He Qing opened the door of the passenger seat: "I'll take you back first."

Maybe because he saw that He Qing's expression was not right, Yu Wuwei chatted with Wang Nan on WeChat along the way, but did not speak.

The car was surprisingly quiet. When he got out of the car, Fang Shu saw He Qing's unrelenting brows, let go of the handle, and sat back in the passenger seat: "Brother He, I'll go with you."

He Qing turned his head and asked, "Don't you have classes?"

Fang Shu shook his head: "The class on Friday afternoon is an elective class. It takes a three-week rotation. This week, there is no class."

He Qing was silent for a moment, "Mmm", started the car and drove away.

Yu Wuwei, who wanted to pull Fangshu out to celebrate: "???"

……

The car drove out of the urban area and came to a hospital in a rural town.

He Qing unbuckled his seat belt, touched Fang Shu's hair: "You stay in the car, I'll go in and have a look, and I'll be out in a while."

Fang Shu said yes.

After waiting on the spot for ten minutes, He Qing helped an old man with gray hair out of the hospital.

The old man limped as he walked, chattering endlessly: "I said it's nothing to do, why do I have to waste my time for a trip? My body is very strong, but it's just a fall, what can happen?"

He Qing stood still and let the old man chatter.

When the old man saw that he couldn't move him, he pointed the sign at the hospital, and said angrily: "The hospital is ruined, and I made a claim to contact other people without my consent, and I will never come here again!"

He Qing was helpless: "If the hospital doesn't contact me, are you going to keep it from me?"

"What are you hiding?" The old man said stubbornly: "Isn't it common to fall once or twice while doing farm work? It doesn't matter whether you talk about small things or not."

He is a person who puts one foot in the coffin, how can he be so particular.

"You don't care." He Qing sighed: "But how do you want me to explain to Dad Xinxin?"

The old man bent his back, as if the valve core had been pinched off by someone, he fell silent for a moment, and let He Qing help him into the back seat.

"If he was really filial, he wouldn't have left his family behind at such a young age, and asked me to send a white-haired man to a black-haired man..." The old man poked his neck and wanted to argue a few words. The little boy swallowed the words back.

"Whose baby is the little guy next to you? He looks so beautiful, even prettier than a female doll."

He Qing glanced at the little boy's reddish ears: "My family."

The old man blurted out in a daze: "When did you get married, and the children are already this old?"

He Qing: "..."

The old man realized, no, He Qing is only thirty, the little guy looks small, but he is still in his teens, He Qing can't get married and have a baby when he is in his teens, right?

The old man raised his eyebrows coldly: "Are you fooling me?!"

He Qing didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and without further explanation, he drove the old man home.

After arriving at the destination, the old man called He Qing: "It's getting late, stay and chat with my old man, I'll leave tomorrow, I'll cook some dishes."

The old man fell to his waist, and it was inconvenient to move. He Qing was not at ease leaving him alone, so he looked at the little boy.

Fang Shu hurriedly said, "I'm going to rest on the weekend tomorrow, and I'm not in a hurry to go back."

He Qing smiled, stopped the old man walking towards the kitchen, raised his sleeves and said, "Did you put the dishes in the kitchen? You should rest well, or I will cook. Jiaojiao, come and help Brother He?" "

Fang Shu obediently helped He Qing move the vegetables back to He Qing's kitchen.

He Qing's family background is not bad. Although the house he lives in was built more than ten years ago, He Qing has renovated it several times, and he has all natural gas exhaust fans.

He Qing put the newly picked fresh vegetables on the stove. The old man had an accident and didn't have time to clean them. The roots of the vegetables were still stained with dirt.

Seeing that He Qing was tidying up the stove with ease, Fang Shu volunteered, "I'll wash the vegetables."

He Qing raised his head, and the little boy had already stood in front of the vegetable sink, with his sleeves rolled up, the cool water washed over the little boy Bai Shengsheng's arms, and the splashed water droplets flew onto the little boy's clothes.

The little boy didn't notice it, carefully choosing the dishes, his white fingers making the water splash.

He Qing stared at the little boy's fingers, and unconsciously stopped what he was doing: "Jiaojiao, do you want Brother He to find you a waistband?"

Fang Shu lowered his head, saw a wet spot in front of him, and said without raising his head, "Yes."

He Qing took off the apron from his body, and attached the little boy from behind, his muscular arms raised in the air: "Lean back, brother He will help you tie it."

Fang Shu didn't think much, leaning back with his hands on the edge of the vegetable sink, keeping a distance from the vegetable sink, the top of his hair brushed He Qing's chin.

He Qing paused, and lowered his eyes to look at the little boy's delicate ears.

"Brother He?" Fang Shu tilted his head in doubt, what is he in a daze for?

He Qing gave a faint "hmm", stretched his arms without changing his face, and looped them around the boy's waist on both sides, and tied the apron on his upper body.

Feeling that He Qing's arm was pulled away, Fang Shu lowered his head, ready to continue washing the vegetables, when suddenly there were two footsteps behind him, and He Qing's strong arm came up again.

Fang Shu raised his head in puzzlement.

He Qing bent down, rested his chin on the little boy's shoulder, and said in a low voice, "It wasn't fastened just now, Brother He will tie it up for you again."

"Okay." Fang Shu didn't doubt it, and worried that He Qing might be inconvenient, he raised his hands and bent slightly.

He Qing paused in the air again, and for a while, he poked in along the apron.

Fang Shu's knees softened, and his hands almost fell into the water of the vegetable sink.

He Qing lowered his eyes, pressed his lips against the little boy's ears, and opened the zipper through the apron with his hands.

The kitchen faces away from the sun, and the temperature is the lowest in the whole house. The cold air hits the skin, and Fang Shu unconsciously tightens his knees.

Don't you want to cook?

Before Fang Shu could continue to think, He Qing untied his belt, slightly bent his leg, and pushed his knees apart.

Fang Shu trembled all over, firmly grasping the edge of the vegetable sink.

The faucet of the vegetable sink was turned on, and the water continuously washed the vegetables in the vegetable sink, splashing countless water droplets, some splashed on the vegetable sink table, and flew onto the fingertips of the books above.

Fang Shu curled up his fingers subconsciously, lying on the wall of the vegetable sink and trembling weakly, as if a pair of invisible big hands were clamping his neck, his mouth was open, unable to utter a word.

"Bump—"

The kitchen door was suddenly knocked from outside, and a thin figure was vaguely reflected on the frosted glass.

"What are you two doing? Why haven't you cooked a dish for half a day?" The old man's angry voice came from outside the door, resounding through the kitchen.

Fang Shu bit his lip, turned his head with trembling wet eyelashes, and signaled He Qing to stop.

As if He Qing didn't hear the movement outside the door, he leaned over and pressed against the little boy's earlobe, sucking blood to the corner of the little boy's mouth.

Fang Shu's ears were filled with the sound of water, his teeth were easily pried open, and his thin shoulder blades propped up his clothes in a clear arc.

In a daze, Fang Shu heard the old man say again: "When you finish cooking, the day lily will be cold. Come out, come out, let me cook."

coming in!

Fang Shu's nerves were tense to the extreme, and he kept shaking his head.

Seeing the kitchen door being opened little by little, He Qing couldn't help but squeeze out a "tsk" from his throat, and pulled down the apron on the little boy's waist.

The old man pushed open the door, and He Qing came out of the kitchen with a well-dressed little boy in his arms, with an apron loosely tied around his waist.

"What's wrong with the little guy? Are you feeling unwell?" the old man asked.

He Qing pressed the little boy's flushed face to his chest without looking back: "Motion sickness. I'll send him upstairs to rest."

How long has it been since getting off the car, still motion sickness?The physique is also too bad.

The old man walked into the kitchen thoughtfully, and was dumbfounded the next moment.

Let alone cooking in the kitchen, there is no fire, and the water in the vegetable sink is running all over the floor.

The old man was so angry that he blew his beard and stared: "Young people are just unreliable!!!"