Poor little in the Shura field

Xue Yu's fingertips were half-curled on the doorknob, her expression blank, and after a long while, she took a breath in shock.

He considered between walking over to get the pants back, and turning around and running away. It wasn't too thick-skinned, so he chose the latter in an instant.

But it's useless to choose, he has no time to run.

When he trembled his eyelashes and moved his toes back half a step, the man on the balcony turned around and looked over, locking his face firmly.

Xue Yu swallowed lightly, and met Ting's eyes, already too frightened by this development to speak.

Zhuang Xianting slightly narrowed his eyes.

The man at the door was covered with white scapes all over his body, so it was clear where the powder turned. He looked at the face of the other party's powdered scapes, and made a few preliminary guesses in his mind. Finally, he gently raised his eyebrows and asked, "Who are you?"

"How come there is a key to our house?" Before Xue Yu answered the last question, the man stepped on his vulnerable strength and continued to ask, with a smile in his tone, with a knife in his smile.

Xue Yu's legs were weak, and she had to close her legs tightly together, and the flesh in the seam squeezed each other, so she could barely stand.

He felt ridiculous.

Because Zhuang Xianting did not meet his expectations at all, and the expectations here refer not only to character, but also to all aspects.

The man has broad shoulders and a tight waistline, his back is strict with self-discipline, his stance is straight, his hands are steady, and his slender fingers are born for holding a scalpel.

Measuring with eyes, the man is about the same height as Xin Xiaoyan, and even the voice with the cold voice in the smile is thousands of miles away from him.

How did Yan Jueshen mistake him for Zhuang Xianting?

This is so far away...

So far, even the act of comparing the similarity itself seems absurd, like forcibly finding similarities between tigers and rabbits, which is funny and ridiculous.

"I am, I am..." Before Xue Yu could think of what to say, her lips were sunken by her teeth, she lowered her head and repeated the two words.

He has no legal status here as a ting, originally he was a ting, he is the partner of Yan Jue's deep ding, although it is a fake ding, dove occupies the magpie's nest, but he has not been discovered, so he can always use it.

And now that the rightful owner is back, even if he still wears the vest, he can no longer use it fraudulently.

Zhuang Xianting looked at the door.

Xue Yu faltered, her hands were intertwined and pushed into each other's fingers, her soft white skin was dyed red, her mouth was pursed and then opened, after lightly licking her dry lower lip, soft water appeared from the seam of her lips talk.

"I'm Xin Xiaoting's tutor."

"There is no charge for free scaping, so he let me live here."

Zhuang Xianting pulled the corners of his lips further, "Tutor? What are you teaching? Don't be nervous, I'm just asking."

"Chinese." Xue Yu found a subject that was not easy to overturn.

"Don't be nervous" is a commonly used polite phrase in social situations. It is impossible for Xue Yu to be really nervous. There are many risks for him to find out the reason for Ting, one of which is whether Xin Xiao is compatible or not.

Second, Zhuang Xianting is likely to ask for detailed details, such as which room he lives in at night.

But what he didn't know was that Zhuang Xianting had already filled in his character design.

In Zhuang Xianting's eyes, Xue Yu was Xin Xiao who found Ting's tutor, and later Yan Jueshen took a fancy to him, teaching Xin Xiao during the day and sleeping with Yan Jueshen at night, so it makes sense.

Very dramatic.

Even more dramatic is now, when Xue Yu's toes are tense and distressed, the door of a bedroom opens, and the boy walks out in a jacket, "I'll go out and have a look, I don't have to cook for me tonight..."

"Yes." Xin Xiao finished the last word under Xue Yu's wet gaze.

It's hard to describe how I felt at that moment, Xin Xiao's blood rushed to the top of his head in an instant, his temples swelled, and he wanted to run over and grab the arm of the person at the door, and ask him where he went and why he didn't come back until now.

But he saw Zhuang Xianting.

So he didn't move, he just restrained himself from standing and staring at Xue Yu.

Zhuang Xianting's gaze rested on Xin Xiao for a while, and he frowned while no one was looking.

He had an extremely delicate feeling about Xin Xiaoting.

He felt that Xin Xiao paid too much attention to this tutor, and Yan Jueshen could understand why Xin Xiao was so obsessed with finding someone?

After a few minutes of silence, Zhuang Xianting spoke first, "He said he was your tutor, is that right, Xin Xiao?"

Tutoring?

Xin Xiao doesn't pay much attention to grades, and he has little interest in studying. The word "tutor" is very far away to him, so his first reaction when he heard "Ting" was to look at Xue Yu in a daze.

Because of guilty conscience, Xue Yu avoided her gaze for a second, and then slowly shifted her gaze back.

He stood at the door like a little hamster who dared not come in, his eyes watered, as if he was waiting to be judged and exposed, but the pure black eyes were too round, surrounded by a circle of eyelashes, inexplicably pleading and pitiful.

Blink, blink.

Xin Xiao's scalp went numb.

When he remembered what his last name was, he had already lied, "Yes, he taught very well and was very helpful to me."

"People are nice too."

"That's why Yan Jueshen and I were so anxious to find him."

"..."

Xue Yu stared blankly at Xin Xiao, sweating and sticky palm slipped off the doorknob.

He was dumbfounded.

He really thought that Xin Xiao would expose him just now, telling him the details of how he occupied other people's position and how he got along with Yan Jueshen during this period of time, and labeled him shameless.

This is also in line with Xin Xiao's personality and behavior, after all, he still remembers how unfriendly Xin Xiao's eyes were when he saw him for the first time.

He didn't expect that Xin Xiao would help him, not only with the word "yes", but also with many untrue comments.

Zhuang Xianting smiled again, but didn't add any other questions, "Well, then it seems that you like him very much. It's good that nothing happened. Recently, there is chaos outside, and the little teacher should try not to go out if he can."

Before the little teacher Ting himself could respond, Xin Xiao's fingers jumped, and he couldn't help but shouted, "Don't call him that."

Zhuang Xianting has a gentle temper, even if the child is so rude to him because of a meaningless name, he is not angry, but still rolls his eyes, "Why don't you call him that?"

Xin Xiao turned his eyes away, originally he wanted to just say his name, but he only opened and closed his mouth for two seconds and then closed it again.

first name.

Up to now, he still doesn't know the name of this person who suddenly moved into the house and has kissed Yan Jueshen so many times.

Xueyu was very knowledgeable about current affairs, her eyelashes curled up a few times, and in the silence as if Xin Xiao's tongue had been snapped off suddenly, she said, "Pei Xueyu. Just call me Pei Xueyu."

Zhuang Xianting's voice was like water, "You're so good, Mr. Pei."

Xin Xiao "..."

Xin Xiao didn't want to be entangled in the matter of calling Ting, let alone make a joke because of it, he lowered his head and took out his mobile phone, briefly explained the situation to Yan Jueshen, then raised his head, wanting Xue Yu to enter his room.

It was also this raising of the head and this angle that allowed him to see Xue Yu slenderly trembling between her legs, Xin Xiao changed his face slightly, and his tail stood up vigilantly, "Are you uncomfortable?"

Xue Yu managed to hold her own but was pulled out of strength like 3

0340 Two knees, weak voice "ah, no..."

"What happened? You were touched by a zombie?"

Xin Xiao was still very concerned about the time between Xue Yu's disappearance at the crossroads and her reappearance at the door, thinking that Xue Yu's strange appearance had something to do with her disappearance during this period.

Xue Yu still shook his head, his face seemed to be redder, his shoulders trembled uncontrollably, "...No, can you go back to your room first?"

Xin Xiao is not very good at reading facial expressions, at least he can't see that Xue Yu wants to send him away quickly. He frowned slightly, "I have nothing to do when I go back to my room."

Xue Yu rushed to his last word and blurted out, "You Ting, you have homework to do."

"No."

"You Ting, I asked you to do Ting yesterday, did you forget?"

"I didn't forget, no."

Xue Yu insisted, "Go and see it again, it will be placed next to your desk."

If he can't hear that this is a chaser, Xin Xiao's brain will grow in vain.

But Xue Yu and Zhuang Xianting have only met each other for a long time, and if you have anything to say, you can only say it when he is not present. Xin Xiao felt a not-so-positive emotion, wiped his neck and said, "I can't listen without him, I can't listen."

Make it clear that you will never take the sting attitude.

In fact, Zhuang Xianting was also curious about the reason why Xue Yu chased Xin Xiao away, he turned his eyes, covered with a smile, his eyes were gloomy.

Xue Yu was a little annoyed, seeing that he couldn't leave Xin Xiao, half of the hidden factors in his body were eliminated, met Shang Zhuang Xianting's eyes, and said quickly, "Can you, don't hold my things all the time ..."

Xin Xiao froze for a few moments, then turned his head to look over.

He didn't pay much attention to Zhuang Xianting when he came out just now, but now he condescended to divert his attention when he heard this sentence.

Perhaps it was because his temperament was too inconsistent, but he noticed the important point at a glance, and his eyes were fixed on the white object in Zhuang Xianting's hand.

It can be said with certainty that the average height of three people who live here is 1.8 meters and above, so it is self-evident who is not suitable.

Zhuang Xianting "..."

The man rarely paused for a moment, his arms were slightly stiff, and he hung the object back to its original place.

At that moment, Xue Yu wanted to cut open the protective window and jump down. This mood reached its peak after 5 minutes, when she saw Ting Yan appearing behind him.

Xin Xiao can help him, but Yan Jueshen may not.

Yan Jueshen probably didn't know that he existed at all. From Yan Jueshen's perspective, it was Zhuang Xianting who was with him during this time.

Yan Jueshen closed the door and walked into the house. When he passed by Xueyu, his pace slowed down a bit, but after a short while, he walked to the dining table familiarly, as if he was asking Zhuang Xianting, "Is the meal ready?"

"It's done." Zhuang Xianting replied to him.

Out of expectation, Xue Yu rolled his eyes blankly because of this scene, and after a while he heard Xin Xiao whispering to him, "I told him, you are my tutor, you should not be exposed, first Let's eat."

Xue Yu hummed slightly, but still found it strange that Yan Jueshen couldn't tell the difference between him and Zhuang Xianting.

But there was no time to think about it right now, Xue Yu followed Xin Xiao, and just about to sit down, a force pressed on his waist, and he suddenly staggered and sat on the man's lap.

Yan Jue covered the back of one of his hands deeply, buried it in his neck and took an impatient breath, the sound of breathing was still exhausted from running for a day, "Honey, I'm so tired, let me hug you."

Xue Yu almost exclaimed

He made a sound, he could feel Zhuang Xianting looking at this side, his scalp was numb, his fingertips slightly pushed the hands on his waist, and reminded embarrassingly, "I'm not..."

Fearing that Zhuang Xianting would quarrel with Yan Jueshen because of this later, Xue Yu emphasized again in a low voice, "I'm not your wife."

Hearing the trembling sound, the man holding him froze.

Two or three seconds later, the five fingers loosened slightly, and the man released him apologetically, apologizing gracefully.

"Sorry, wrong hug."