She walked into the kitchen, just in time to see a bowl of noodles poured into the trash can, together with the chopsticks, as if thrown in by someone carelessly.
Has anyone been here.
After all, her son can't cook either.
After thinking about it, Xunmu went upstairs and stood in front of her son's door for a while before knocking on the door with a sullen face.
After a while, the inside was opened, revealing a beautiful and lovely face with a cold expression.
The boy's deep blue eyes reflected the light, showing a hint of impatience. The thin, pale crimson lips were slightly raised, but the curvature was not friendly, on the contrary, it was strangely lazy and vicious.
The black broken hair is messy, and a few strands of dull hair stand on the top of the head randomly, which makes it look even more cute.
However, such a cute boy raised his eyebrows and said in a cold tone, "Why are you knocking on my door?"
When I heard his tone, I found my mother and became angry.
But she didn't want to quarrel, held back her displeasure, and asked him: "Who cleaned up the living room? I saw a bowl of rice in the trash can in the kitchen. Who did it?"
The boy narrowed his eyes and tilted his head.
The skin exposed by the neckline was fair and smooth. He leaned against the door frame with a mocking expression: "You bought it to spy on me, tutor."
Xunmu froze for a moment, "Has Xiao Chu been here?"
She frowned tightly, "They cleaned up the living room and made you a bowl of noodles? Then you..."
Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by the other party. The young man smiled beautifully, "I threw that bowl of rice into the trash can, didn't you see? I also let her go."
Xunmu gritted her teeth, angry and helpless, "Can your child understand something? That's the tutor my mother hired. How could you treat him like this?"
The young man raised his hand thoughtfully, rubbing his white fingertips on his lips, the pale crimson lips looked very attractive, he raised his eyebrows and said lazily: "Oh... why can't you treat her like this? It's not like you don't know , I don't like women. If you find me a male teacher, I might be more interested in it."
Hearing this, Xunmu was furious as if she had been touched, "What are you talking about!"
The young man raised his eyebrows slightly, leaning against the door frame without opening his mouth.
Xunmu glared at him, didn't bother to speak, took out her mobile phone, and called the little teacher.
Xun Zhou watched her movements, but he didn't close the door and go back to the room, instead leaning against the door frame and waiting lazily.
Yu Chu was still on the phone with his mother.
The mother and daughter were chatting on the phone when an incoming call notification came in suddenly. Yu Chu took down the phone and took a look. It was the parent's number that he called that day.
She casually said a few words to the original mother, hung up the phone here, and only connected to this number.
"Hello?" said a calm female voice.
Xunmu turned on the hands-free, the voice came to the boy's ears clearly, and he raised his curled eyelashes.
Yu Chu was holding the phone, and an apologetic female voice came from the other end: "I'm sorry, Teacher Xiao Chu, our family, Ah Xun, is ignorant and has caused you trouble."
The boy lowered his eyelashes.
The voice in the hands-free was still soft and gentle, "It's okay, he's fine."
The young man sneered slightly, his delicate and lovely eyebrows were smiling like a mockery.
Xunmu glared at him, then apologized, "Look, Xiao Chu, do you still have time to come over next week?"
There was a pause.
Xun Zhou stared at the milk jug on the counter.
Finally the girl said: "Well, I'm free."