After Rebirth, I Am the White Moonlight of All The Big Brothers

Chapter 6: The male protagonist haunts and flirts

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"Just," the boy swallowed, "fuck him!"

"What if I don't agree?"

Yi Ci suppressed the discomfort, smiled and took out a pink envelope from his schoolbag: "Does it look familiar?"

The tone is harsh and the eyes are provocative.

Jiang Fuyue frowned.

That is…

"I didn't expect your writing to be quite good, but the handwriting is a bit ugly, no wonder Ling Xuan didn't read it—"

boom!

Before he finished speaking, there was a sharp pain in his jaw, and Yi Ci was stunned.

Jiang Fuyue bent her elbow and pushed him firmly against the wall.

The boy smelled the faint fragrance again, and loosened his hand, the basketball that was originally carried by the net suddenly fell to the ground, bounced a few times, and stopped moving.

But his heart couldn't calm down, thump, thump...

Dance endlessly.

Jiang Fuyue took the opportunity to snatch the envelope from him, her tone was very calm, but her eyes were sharp: "Where did it come from?"

Yi Ci was still immersed in that strange and novel feeling, and didn't respond for a while.

Until the woman suddenly exerted force, almost holding him out of breath: "I picked it up!"

"Where did you pick it up?"

"Beside the trash can in the corridor." He watched Ling Xuan throw it casually with his own eyes, and he didn't throw away the key.

"Have you taken it apart?"

"No!"

Jiang Fuyue pressed even tighter, "Have you seen it?"

"Cough, cough, cough... panting, out of breath...you, murder..."

"Did you see it?"

"Really not! If you don't believe me, check... the seal... it's not torn..."

Jiang Fuyue took a look and found that it was indeed intact, she immediately let go, put the letter in her pocket, turned and left.

"Hello—" Yi Ci leaned against the wall and yelled at her back.

Jiang Fuyue didn't even look back.

The boy grunted and touched his neck, "Hiss..."

Hard enough!

He leaned over to pick up the basketball, stomped out the cigarette butts on the ground as if venting his anger, and strode away.

And all of this was clearly seen by the three pairs of eyes in the car.

"Yo ho, I've taken off my trousers, that's it?" The seventeen-year-old boy was leaning in the back seat, out of shape, his long bent legs trembled, as if he still couldn't get enough of the scene just now.

Linnan No. 1 Middle School, right

Tsk tsk, it seems that his high school life will not be too boring in the future.

"Sit down." Suddenly, a cold voice came from beside him.

The boy froze all over, his legs stopped shaking, and he quickly sat up straight: "Uncle..."

This sound actually made the driver in the front row hear a bit of flattery.

The little prince of the Zhong family, the well-known devil king in the whole capital, is there today

However, looking at the other person sitting in the back seat, the driver is not surprised at all.

The man's eyes were cold, his sitting posture was upright, and he could see the sense of distance at a glance. Even though he had been driving for him for three years, he still didn't dare to look directly at the other person's face.

Some people are not in the world even if their feet are in the dust.

"Uncle, you see, school is over now, why don't you come back tomorrow? Anyway, there is no rush for a day or two."

"After you go in, someone will take you to report."

"But… "

"get off."

Zhong Ziang bit the bullet and didn't move: "Well... can the pocket money be increased?"

The man turned his eyes coldly and looked at him. In an instant, the young man felt a burst of cold frost hit his face, which made him tremble: "Dang, I didn't say anything."

Then he opened the car door and fled.

After watching the boy enter the school gate, the man could barely look away.

The driver thought about it: "Master Jiu, do you want to wait for the young master?"

"No need. Go back to Yutianhua Mansion."

"yes."

Suddenly, the phone rang along with the sound of the engine. The driver turned off the engine and glanced at the screen: "It's Missy."

The man stretched out his hand, with a big palm with well-defined joints, his skin color was cold and white, and blue blood vessels were faintly visible on the back of his hand.

The driver handed over the phone.

The man put it to his ear: "Sister."

"Xiao Jiu, have you guys come to Linhuai yet? How is Zi Ang? Did he cause you any trouble?" The woman's voice was soft and watery.

"It's here, no trouble." Concisely.

"Has the transfer office been settled yet?"

"Um."

"Which school is it?"

The man glanced out the window, "Linnan No. 1 Middle School."

"The top five key middle schools in Linhuai City should be good."

The man frowned, and the scene he saw just now flashed through his mind: the girl held a cigarette in her hand, and rudely and forcefully pushed the boy against the wall. The two seemed to be fighting for a pink envelope, or were they just flirting

In short, it is not the behavior that normal high school students should have.

Remembering that Zhong Ziang is also a demon king, Xie Dingyuan felt that the eldest sister was too optimistic: "I don't think so."

"Xiao Jiu?" The woman became nervous when she heard the words, "Did Zi Ang cause trouble again?"

"… No."

"That's good. Your brother-in-law and I can't control it anymore. He only listens to you now. Whether you beat him or scold him, don't be soft-handed. The fact that he can cause such a big trouble this time shows how spoiled he is usually. sharp… "

Xie Yunzao also said a lot, the man just listened quietly, and rarely opened his mouth unless necessary.

At the end of the call, Xie Dingyuan rubbed his temples wearily, and told the driver: "Let's go."

Jiang Fuyue finished climbing the stairs and was about to take out the key when the door opened.

Brother Jiang was wearing an apron, timidly standing behind the door to make way for her: "Sister."

"Yeah." Jiang Fuyue put on her slippers and walked inside.

Little brother Jiang was still in charge of the dinner, but Jiang Fuyue took the initiative to take the bowls and chopsticks, set them up, and served the rice.

Under Jiang Xiaodi's slightly surprised gaze, she calmly put a piece of tofu into her mouth, and said after chewing, "Don't you want to eat?"

"...I want, I want to eat."

"Straighten your tongue before speaking."

Little brother Jiang lowered his head in embarrassment, then obediently said.

Jiang Fuyue resisted the urge to rub the top of his hair, coughed lightly, and continued to eat.

Seeing Jiang Chenxing eat a potful of rice again, still unsatisfied, Jiang Fuyue has already calmed down.

"Sister, I'm going to wash the dishes!"

Jiang Fuyue hummed lightly, and stopped rushing to do it.

After washing the dishes, Jiang Xiaodi sealed the part of the clean food left for his parents with plastic wrap and put it in the refrigerator, drooling and swallowing.

When he returned to the room, he found that his sister was standing at the desk, flipping through his exercise book.

Jiang Chenxing thumped: "Sister..."

Jiang Fuyue turned her head back, and said in a discussing tone, "We share half of the table, is that okay?"

The original owner never did homework, so this desk was basically used by Jiang Xiaodi.

"Hmm! Of course! I, I'll put away my things..."

"No, I'll just sit here." The table was already clean, but there was a pile of Jiang's textbooks in front, which didn't affect the use.

Jiang Chenxing ran to the living room and brought a stool in, looking at her with shining eyes: "Sister, sit down."

When he was young, Jiang Chenxing liked to cling to Jiang Fuyue the most, but Jiang Fuyue wanted to go to school, so he could only stay at home alone, so he dreamed of going to school with his sister.

But the real situation is that there is a gap of nearly 6 years between siblings, and it is impossible for them to be in the same grade or even in the same school.

For this reason, Jiang Xiaodi hid and cried for a long time, and then this wish evolved into doing homework with his sister as the next best thing.

But Jiang Fuyue, who is in high school, doesn't do homework at all, and sometimes she doesn't even carry her schoolbag home.

Expecting to fail again, Jiang Xiaodi still stubbornly leaves half of the table empty, hoping that a miracle will happen one day.

So, is it time to show up