The little brat he looked at turned out to be the gong

"Teacher," Mo Chenyang moved his wrist, accompanied by the crisp sound of the shackles: "I just watched a movie, so it won't really send me in?"

Ji Si leaned against the car window, sneered and said nothing.

Mo Chenyang asked again: "Teacher, is it illegal to watch movies?"

"Shut up," Ji Si glared at him, "Is it reasonable for you to watch the film?"

Mo Chenyang pursed his lips and looked at Ji Si eagerly.

Ji Si's mind was shaken by this look, he tilted his head, and his Adam's apple moved.

Mo Chenyang's small eyes were like those of a large golden retriever dog, and his heart seemed to be tickled, and the itching spread along the blood to his limbs, making him feel uncomfortable.

"Bar or go home?" Shang Zhehua broke the somewhat weird atmosphere in the car.

Mo Chenyang looked at Ji Si.

Ji Si squeezed the center of his eyebrows, looked out of the window, and quickly looked back: "Go home."

Shang Zhehua nodded, raised his chin and pointed at Mo Chenyang: "What about him?"

"Together." Ji Si kicked Mo Chenyang's calf, and could feel the strength of the boy's leg muscles.

If Mo Chenyang wasn't his student, and he was a little older, maybe the two of them could have a one-night/love or something.

Pity……

Ji Si's thoughts were interrupted by Shang Zhehua's sudden brake, and his head hit the back of the driver's seat. It didn't hurt much, but it made him very upset: "Your driver's license is fake!"

Shang Zhehua glanced at Ji Si through the rearview mirror, stepped on the accelerator, and then slammed on the brakes as soon as the car started moving.

"Fuck!" Ji Si put his hand on Mo Chenyang's leg, and finally stabilized himself.

Shang Zhehua turned his head and said word by word: "The driver's license is only fake."

"Shang Baobao, you can have a snack, maybe the traffic police will come and let you get out of the car in a while!" Ji Si raised his hands and pulled his hair, and straightened it in the rearview mirror.

Shang Zhehua said: "My rank is higher than him."

Ji Si glared at him, leaned on the back of the chair and closed his eyes to sleep.

Closing his eyes, Ji Si felt that his mood was calmer. Just now, he actually put his hand on Mo Chenyang's thigh, which was just a little bit away from the heel of his leg. It's so fucking exciting!

And he actually had that kind of thought about Mo Chenyang just now.

Ji Si took a deep breath and calmed himself down, but he hadn't finished his breath, and half of his mind was stilled, when the shackles rang, and then the back of his hand was gently scratched warmly.

Before he could react, his body was wrapped in warmth. Mo Chenyang leaned against his body and said, "Teacher, this is the second time you have brought me to your house."

Ji Si slammed his elbow on Mo Chenyang's chest reflexively: "Shut up."

Mo Chenyang leaned back, and even the one with Ji Si leaned slightly towards him.

"Teacher, you're beating a student." Mo Chenyang covered his chest, complaining.

Ji Si cast a glance at him: "It deserves it."

Mo Chenyang smiled: "Teacher, are you interested in me?"

Ji Si choked in his throat, and looked at Mo Chenyang from top to bottom with the same eyes that looked at Chinese cabbage: "Only you, the gap between your teeth is not enough."

"No, Lao Ji, I remember you were good at this?!" Before Mo Chenyang could refute, Shang Zhehua spoke first.

"You got kicked in the head by a donkey!" Ji Si roared.

Sitting on the side, Mo Chenyang looked at Ji Si, who was furious, and slightly curled his lips.