There was silence outside the room.
There was no sound of footsteps.
He lowered his eyelashes and waited for a while, raised his hand, and pulled out the exercise book from last time from the shelf.
The clock was still ticking.
Xun Zhou glanced at the pointer again.
Suddenly there was the sound of vehicles passing by outside the window, as if something had driven into the courtyard.
The young man raised his eyes, the deep and beautiful pupils flashed an undetectable light, he got up from the desk, went to the window and opened the curtains to look.
It's Xunmu's car.
The boy's eyes, which were originally slightly bright, dimmed silently again. He stood there silently, and after a while, he dropped the curtains and returned to the desk.
He glanced at the clock.
It's been more than fifteen minutes.
Xun Zhou frowned slightly, and the situation of that day appeared in his mind. He didn't do it on purpose that day...
Without paying attention to strength, she didn't notice the muffled sound of her elbow hitting the table.
The bruising marks seem to be severe.
And it was raining that day, is it possible that she really didn't get in the car in time to avoid the rain.
or because...
The young man lowered his eyelashes silently, recalling his own voice, "Get out".
He stopped breathing suddenly, and after a while, he slowly pursed his lips again, looking at the sunny sky outside the window.
Fair and beautiful fingers, like the luster of milk, lightly rubbed the edge of the phone on the table.
Another five minutes ticked by.
Xunzhou suddenly frowned very irritably, threw away the exercise book in his hand, took out a bag of potato chips and tore it open, biting a few pieces but felt irritated again, so he simply kicked the chair away expressionlessly, with a cold face go out.
Xunmu and the old nanny are in the living room.
Seeing him, Xunmu's brows and eyes softened slightly.
I heard that her son was willing to accept the teacher she was looking for last time. He is willing to obey, which should mean that his son's attitude towards him has shown signs of softening.
So Xunmu opened her mouth, wanting to say something.
However, before her friendly words came out, the beautiful and fair boy glanced at her, but immediately frowned and said in a harsh tone: "What are you doing back?"
Xunmu: "..."
She retracted the speculation that her son had softened his attitude.
She turned cold, "Why can't I come back?"
Xun Zhou didn't speak any more, he went to the refrigerator in the kitchen and took out a can of cold drink.
Xunmu glanced at him: "Drink less. The rain has just stopped for a few days, and many people are sick these days. You should also drink less cold things these days..."
Xun Zhou's movements suddenly paused.
Eyelashes fluttered slightly like butterfly wings, and he pursed his pale lips, "Are you sick a lot?"
Xunmu didn't know how her son grasped this important point, but she was very pleased that the other party was willing to talk to her. She nodded and softened her tone, "A lot of people caught cold a few days ago."
Xun Zhou remained silent, and opened the jar.
Xunmu warned again, "So drink less."
The boy who had a peaceful voice just now suddenly curled his lips into a sneer. On that pretty baby face, cold blue pupils were exposed under the curled eyelashes.
"It's none of your business. I'm dead and it's none of your business." The boy's lazy voice fell, and then he walked upstairs with his long legs.
Xunmu was taken aback for a moment, then was too angry to speak.
Why is his attitude so changeable today
Xun Zhou returned to the upstairs room, closed the door, leaned his back against the door lightly, and took a sip of the cold drink in his hand.