Han Xun didn't have the self-consciousness of a bird walker, and said with a narrow smile: "Momo, even if my figure is perfect, you can't stare at me like this, I will be shy."
Fuck! shy? Shy your sister!
Ten million beasts whizzed by in Lin Mo's heart, wishing he could drag the shameless bastard out and beat him up a hundred times, but he believed that if he really did that, he would definitely be the one who got beaten up.
Dad, are you sure you're not pushing your son into a fire pit? Stuff it in a wolf's den
Fortunately, Lin Mo's psychological quality is excellent, he calmed down in a moment, closed the door with his backhand, and commented objectively and calmly: "Stop being narcissistic, can you be considered perfect just like you? Don't be ashamed of yourself."
The smug smile on Han Xun's face suddenly froze, and the invisible black mist began to rise in his eyes, and his peach blossom eyes narrowed slightly: "Oh, you mean you have seen a better figure than me? Who, tell me Listen, let me see and see."
Eighteen-year-old Han Xiaoren's body has not yet been finalized. No matter how much he exercises, the muscles on his body are at most well-defined. In any case, he is not as good as himself when he is sixteen or seventeen years old, and his body is in the golden age of men.
Lin Mo had to sigh with emotion, a villain is a villain, and he liked to use the bad trick of "seduction" in his two lifetimes. When he was seriously ill in his previous life, he used the excuse of helping himself to take a bath, not to mention eating tofu, and always loved to show off his good figure in front of him, and a few times he even showed off his 'fire', blushing Embarrassed and laughed at by him for a long time...
"...Who are you thinking about? Are you so engrossed?" Han Xun's voice was as sour as a thirty-year-old vinegar. He wondered if Lin Xiaomo was thinking about Chen Junxi? Hmph, can he compare with him in terms of his inactive body? Does Lin Xiaomo have other people he likes, or is there that shameless bastard who also wants to 'seduce' Lin Xiaomo? The more Han Xun thought about it, the more he felt that the second possibility was great, and a deep sense of crisis surged in his heart.
"It's none of your business," Lin Mo leaned over and twisted the towel in the basin, he glanced at someone's big bird from the corner of his eye, and the heat that had just dropped on his face rose again: "Hey, put on your underwear, you What does this look like."
Han Xun looked at Lin Mo's red ears and dodged eyes, and his mood immediately improved. He looked at Lin Mo with a frank and innocent face: "Who takes a bath wearing pants? Don't you all take off your clothes? We are both big Man, I'll show you off for free, I'm not shy, why are you shy. Hurry up, and wash my hair along the way. "
"..." Very good, Xiaoren Han, watch how I can fix you!
"...Hey, Lin Xiaomo, tap lightly, your scalp will be scratched off..."
"It's too hot, it's too hot, the skin is about to fall off..."
"Hey, water got in my eyes..."
"Left, left, right, yes, yes, rub again, hoo, tap, tap, ah—"
Howling came from the bathroom from time to time, and Lin Shu became more and more satisfied as he listened, his big eyes bent into crescent moons. My brother felt comfortable when he bathed him. This guy is so pitiful. It seems that there is no need to worry too much about him being able to snatch his brother away.
Lin Shu was not happy for a long time, and his little face collapsed. The newly built small building has 6 rooms upstairs and downstairs, one main room and living room, the room next to the kitchen is used as a small dining room, and the remaining four rooms are used as bedrooms, and a family of four just lives in one room. Lin Shu likes to cling to his elder brother. Although he has his own small room, he spends more time sleeping on Lin Mo's bed. In his room, there is only a children's single bed made by a carpenter in the village with pieces of wood. The size is 1.2x1.5. How could Han Xun's size fit in it.
Although the old bed in Lin Mo's room was not particularly big, it was the marriage bed used by Lin Jian and Cheng Huanxuan when they got married, and it was perfectly fine for the two of them to lie on. There was no problem at all. Han Xun went to the old lady's place to inquire about the enemy while Lin Mo was taking a bath. The old lady said with embarrassment that there were limited beds in the room at home, so he and Lin Mo could only squeeze together. Han Xun told her with a bright smile that he really didn't mind at all. He took the key from the old lady, opened the door of Lin Mo's room, fumbled to turn on the light, and looked around—although it was a bit too rudimentary, it was tidy. The bed was a bit hard, it would be better if it could be smaller. Lin Xiaomo fell asleep and rolled into his arms...
Han Xun's breath was hot.
He reluctantly moved his eyeballs away from the bed, opened the cheap denim backpack that Ahu had bought for him, and poured out all the clothes, wallet and mobile phone inside. The few cheap T-shirts, shirts, and shorts were all washed clean by Lin Mo. How could Young Master Han know how to fold clothes? He randomly folded these clothes a few times, and they looked barely neat. He held the clothes and opened the old closet. Lin Mo didn't have many clothes, but the clothes from the four seasons from childhood to adulthood plus Lin Shu's clothes basically filled a closet. The wardrobe is divided into three layers. The lower two layers are the autumn and winter clothes packed in plastic bags, and the top layer is the summer clothes that Lin Mo and Lin Shu are wearing these days. They are neatly folded and placed together.
Han Xun frowned, put the clothes aside temporarily, stacked two stacks of clothes that were obviously children's and stuffed them into the corner of the closet, and then put his own clothes next to Lin Mo's.
It's much more pleasing to the eye now.
Han Xun frowned, closed the closet, put the bulging wallet aside, and prepared to hand it to Lin Mo later. Then, he took the black mobile phone and the charger and got into trouble. Where should this thing be hidden? In case Lin Xiaomo finds out, he will definitely be kicked out. If you don't carry it with you and make a phone call every day to report that you are safe, Ah Hu may come to your door at any time, this thing is completely a hot potato.
What's more depressing is that there is no signal at all when it is turned on.
The sound of footsteps going upstairs suddenly came from outside, Han Xun couldn't care so much, he quickly turned off the phone and threw the phone in the corner under the bed, grabbed a book from the desk, and sat by the bed pretending to flip through it.
Lin Shu and Lin Mo went upstairs together, and the little chubby saw the villain sitting on his brother's bed with a big face, his mouth was so pouted that he could hang a bottle of oil, and his little eyes didn't have much resentment.
But his father disciplined him very strictly. No matter how unhappy Little Pangdun was, he would not dare to do impolite things to the guests. If he really dared to play around like other children, his father would definitely beat him and punish him for copying textbooks.
That person is really annoying, and I will never play with the broken car he gave me again.
"Okay, don't be upset, go to bed early tonight, and brother will cook something delicious for you tomorrow." Lin Mo patted Lin Shu's shoulder with a smile.
No amount of delicious food can save Lin Shu from his depressed mood at the moment, he nodded sullenly: "Okay."
"Let's go, brother help you make the bed."
"Um."
Lin Shu's room is next to Lin Mo's. His bed is very small, and it will be made up in a while. It rained for two consecutive days, and the temperature has dropped temporarily, so there is no need to blow a fan at night. There are many mosquitoes in the countryside, so Lin Mo found some mosquito coils for Lin Shu to light.
"Brother, give me that math book on the table. I don't know how to do a few questions. Tell me about it."
Lin Mo followed Lin Shu's chubby paws and saw that it was a junior high school Mathematical Olympiad, and he suddenly felt his head was getting bigger. If it were him who was really fifteen years old, the questions in this book would probably be five or five. Now the thinking questions in the workbook alone are enough for him to struggle with. How can he do these? But he didn't want his family to find out the abnormality, and he didn't want to lose face in front of his younger brother, so he had no choice but to bite the bullet and hand the book to Pangdun.
Lin Shu folded the footer on purpose, and easily found the question marked with a red pen. He handed the book to Lin Mo. Lin Mo read the question three times and understood the meaning of the question, but he didn't know how to do it. solve problems.
Han Xun waited in the room, but Lin Mo didn't come back for a long time, so he couldn't sit still, so he walked to the next door. The door was ajar, he knocked on the door, and Lin Mo's voice came from inside: "The door is not locked, you can open it and come in."
"Oh," Han Xun walked in, saw Lin Mo sitting at the small desk, frowning while looking at the book in hand, while writing and drawing on the draft paper, he asked, "Are you still working on the questions so late? "
Lin Mo said without raising his head: "Well, Xiaoshu asked me to explain to him how to do this problem..."
Han Xun leaned his head to read the questions in the book. He was not used to reading simplified characters, so he understood after two or three minutes. Then he looked at Lin Mo's messy problem-solving steps written on the draft paper, and said: " Your thinking is wrong, you shouldn't use this formula, you should do this... "
Lin Mo was so disturbed by this question that his head stopped, and when he heard Han Xun's meeting, he immediately handed over the pen and paper obediently, and Han Xun calculated the correct answer in a few strokes by pointing to the blank space on the draft paper. Because the detailed steps were omitted in the middle, Lin Mo still didn't understand the calculation process and results, so he could only say, "Forget it, you should explain this problem to Xiaoshu."
In the past few days, it was the first time Han Xun saw Lin Mo talking to him so, um, 'obediently', and his mood was so good that he burst into tears. He smiled and said, "Okay."
Looking at his peach blossom eyes full of happiness and his handsome face stretched out, Lin Mo's heart throbbed uncontrollably. In a trance, recalling Han Xun's frowning and forced smile in the last period of his previous life, comparing the two sides, there was a trace of guilt and inexplicable sadness in his heart.
When Lin Mo came back to his senses, Xiao Pangdun was already fighting with Han Xun. There were still many problems that Xiao Pangdun had marked in the book. In order to confuse Han Xun, he pointed them out one by one. Han Xun calculated all these problems without even frowning, and even a few Lin Jian couldn't beat him. When explaining to Xiaopangdun, not only did he speak in a simple, vivid and easy-to-understand manner, but he also said a few allusions behind these classic Mathematical Olympiad questions from time to time. It doesn't work, and the hostility in my heart has been reduced a lot.
Lin Mo has to admit that Han Xiaoren, who works hard and looks like an elite, is much more pleasing to the eye than when he is usually cheap and playful.