contract lover

Ye Zhe'an has been tutoring the boy for two months.

In the past two months, except for the boy who often looks at himself in a daze, there is nothing wrong with each other.

"Chris, you're distracted again."

Ye Zhean said sternly.He is a serious and responsible person. Since he signed the contract, no matter what the other party's purpose is, he will fulfill the content of the contract.

Chris withdrew his distracted gaze, and focused his gaze back on the Chinese reader in his hand, "Sorry, you continue."

Ye Zhean closed the reader, "You are tired, take a rest."

Chris exhaled, leaned on the back of the chair and looked out the window and continued to be in a daze. Ye Zhean followed his gaze and looked out the window. The jacarandas all over the yard were as magnificent and dazzling as the deep sea.

In July, the summer in Los Angeles is almost over.Ye Zhean thought.

After lunch, Ye Zhe'an sat on the sofa and closed his eyes to rest his mind. When he felt that he was about to fall asleep, he opened his eyes.

Chris was sitting in the chair opposite, watching him motionless.

Ye Zhean frowned, thinking he would restrain himself, but Chris didn't respond.

He stared at Chris for a while, and felt an unspeakable sadness in those beautiful eyes.

He was looking at someone else through him.

In the afternoon, Ye Zhe'an had something to do at school and had to end early, so Chris sent him out.Just as he was about to turn around after saying hello, his arm was pulled, "Miss Ye, I want to hug you, is that okay?"

Ye Zhe'an looked at him, trying to read something from his eyes, but there was nothing in those eyes except longing, he said: "As your tutor, a hug is nothing, but I want to Knowing why, I can't hug my students at the door for no reason, it's against my credo in life."

The pain that Ye Zhe'an had never seen appeared on Chris's face, and the strength of holding Ye Zhe'an made him ache, Ye Zhe'an's brows frowned even tighter, "Chris, let go."

Chris didn't let go, almost begging him with an expression, the pain in his arm became more and more intense, Ye Zhe'an said sharply: "Chris, let go!"

He pushed Chris, and Chris took a few steps back, bumped into a pillar in the hallway, propped his hands on the shoe cabinet next to him to keep his butt from sitting on the ground.

Ye Zhe'an's heart skipped a beat, and he couldn't figure out why such a tall and burly person would be so embarrassing with a light push.

Seeing that he was fine, he took a deep breath and said, "Sorry, I'm going back first. If you want to chat with me, call me an hour early next weekend."

When he was done, he turned and walked away.

When the bell rang for the end of get out of class, Luo Yuan packed up his textbooks and walked out of the classroom with his arms in his arms.

There was a rush of footsteps behind her, and a female voice said, "Teacher Luo, please wait a moment!"

Luo Yuan turned around and looked at the girl in front of him with a smile: "What's the matter?"

The girl rubbed her chest and panted, she didn't know if it was because she was running too fast or something, her face was red, she looked up at Luo Yuan, "Mr. Tell me about it again?"

Luo Yuan raised his wrist to check the time, "It's getting late today, come to my office at noon tomorrow."

"Thank you, Teacher Luo!" The girl raised a big smile and waved her hand at him, "Then I'm leaving, Teacher Luo, goodbye, Teacher Luo!"

Luo Yuan also waved at her, turned around and walked downstairs.

Before returning home, he went to the bank, then went to the fruit supermarket to buy some fresh fruits in season, and then returned home.

When I got home, the new nanny was playing with Xiao Niannian on the children's mat in the living room.Xiao Niannian has been doing nothing but lying there eating her fingers for more than three months, but recently when she sees someone she is close to, she will open her arms to hug her.

"Wait, baby, daddy go wash your hands." Luo Yuan put down his things, ran into the bathroom quickly, washed his face, washed his hands, cleaned up, and then ran out, holding his precious son in his arms and holding him high.The nanny said with a smile: "After waking up in the afternoon, I drank half a bottle of milk, and I have been lying here waiting for my father. I finally got my father back. Look at him, how happy he is."

"Really, Xiao Niannian misses Dad?"

Luo Yuan hugged and kissed and sniffed his son, sucking on his face and head, until the little guy giggled aloud before giving up.He watched the little guy's eyebrows and eyes more and more like Ye Zhe'an, and sometimes he couldn't help wanting to kiss him, as if kissing his son was kissing Ye Zhe'an.

Luo Yuan admits that he has not forgotten Ye Zhean, and often tries to think of Ye Zhean like masochistic, although there are not many things that can be recalled, it is better than forgetting completely.

"Where's my mother?" he asked the nanny.

"By the way, I forgot to tell you," the nanny lowered her voice mysteriously, "The eldest sister has been unable to sleep at night recently, and complains of back pain over and over again. I see, it's just doing manual work, seven or eight a day. Sitting there for hours without moving your nest, how can your waist not hurt.”

Luo Yuan frowned after hearing this, and said: "Thank you, auntie, I understand, you cook first, I will take Xiao Niannian to find my mother."

He went downstairs with Xiao Niannian in his arms, and came to the door of a house in the building behind him familiarly, knocked on the door, and after a while, the door opened, and seeing him, the elder sister who opened the door turned sideways, "It's Xiao Luo, come in quickly, oh, this kid looks more and more like Xiao Luo, he must be a handsome man when he grows up."

The eldest sister who opened the door praised Xiao Niannian, Luo Yuan smiled embarrassedly, "Elder sister, I'm looking for my mother."

"Your mother is inside," the eldest sister led him through the cardboard boxes all over the floor, and brought him to a door. "Go in by yourself. I still have work to do, so I won't accompany you."

Luo Yuan pushed open the door and walked in.The room was large, without furniture, only a large square table was placed in the middle, and four women of about the same age occupied each side, lowering their heads and fiddling with the colored paper in their hands.

This thing is similar to the stickers I played with when I was a child. The difference is that this sticker is very large and hollowed out.First, the pattern is engraved on the machine, and the excess parts of the corners are manually peeled off, and the usable parts are left to be packaged and sold online.What Mother Luo and the others have to do is to remove the excess.The work is not difficult, just be patient.

When Luo Yuan entered, Mother Luo was beating her waist with her hands behind her back. Seeing him coming in with her grandson in her arms, she said dissatisfiedly, "Why did you bring him here? The smell is strong here, and the child can't bear it. Hurry up and take him away."

Luo Yuan stood still, "Mom, take him back, I'll do it for you for a while."

Mother Luo frowned, "After making this thing, your hands are full of barbs. You are still young, so you can't spoil your hands like this. Let's go quickly. I don't have many pictures left, and they will be ready soon."

Luo Yuan didn't want to leave, but it was absolutely impossible to ask his mother to help, so he was stunned for a while, then turned and went out.When the door was closed, I heard someone inside talking.

"Sister, your son is really filial. He even knows to work for you when he comes back from get off work. It's not like the two boys in my family who wait for me to support them when they don't go to work all day. Hey, I'm so angry."

"No, you see that your son is good-looking and filial. Why do you think your life is so good?"

Mother Luo replied modestly and a little proudly: "Don't praise him, he is sometimes disobedient..."

Luo Yuan hugged his son and left, walked downstairs, he took a deep breath, and changed the stale air in his lungs, and was about to leave when he heard someone call his name.

"Luo Yuan!"

Luo Yuan turned his head and saw Shen Siming coming down the stairs, raised his eyebrows, "Are you... just came out of Chenchen's house?"

Shen Siming's eyes flashed, "What are you doing here?"

"My mother works upstairs, I'll come and see her." Luo Yuan continued to ask, "When did you come? Are you staying at Chenchen's house? Why didn't you two tell me?"

Shen Siming said impatiently, "I'm afraid you might misunderstand."

Xue Chen spent a lot of time explaining the oolong two months ago. Luo Yuan didn't believe it at first, but after Xue Chen described what happened that morning to him, he believed it. Then he laughed so hard that he couldn't straighten up, and praised Xue Chen as a living treasure.

Xue Chen stared at the sky speechlessly, he complained: Shen Siming obviously provoked everything, why did he end up being a living treasure in the end?It's obviously a movie with two male protagonists, why is he acting as a comedian?

Luo Yuan didn't know how to explain that the "living treasure" in his mouth and the "living treasure" understood by Xue Chen did not mean the same thing.And in Luo Yuan's view, Shen Siming is not innocent at all.

He said meaningfully: "I saw you coming out of Chenchen's house like this, I'm afraid the misunderstanding is deeper."

Shen Siming did not answer, and directly changed the subject: "I have received the money."

Luo Yuan nodded, "Oh, just receive it."

Shen Siming asked: "Are you tired of paying me so much money every month?"

"You won't believe me when I say I'm not tired," Luo Yuan said, "but I don't want to owe you, so don't say anything that won't let me pay it back. As long as I still have the ability to make money, I will definitely pay it back, every month Pay it all back."

Shen Siming looked at him for a while, then said "whatever you want", turned around and left.

"Hey, where are you going? Where's Chenchen? Do you want to go to my house for dinner today?" Luo Yuan called to him.

"There is an appointment." Shen Siming waved his hand and walked away without looking back.

When Shen Siming arrived at the hospital gate, he called Xue Chen, "I'm here, how long is it?"

"Wait a minute, I have the last two patients here, and they will be fine soon." Xue Chen tilted his head and clamped his mobile phone, and quickly typed the case on the computer with both hands.

"En." Shen Siming hung up the phone, walked into the outpatient building, found a chair in the lobby and sat down.

About 10 minutes later, Xue Chen came down and started making calls as soon as he got out of the elevator. Just as he put the phone to his ear, he saw someone waving at him not far away, "Little hard!"

Xue Chen: "..."

He walked over, "Is it over yet? It's been two months and you still haven't had enough?"

Shen Siming stood up, "You haven't gotten used to it after listening to it for two months?"

"Hard to hear." Xue Chen turned his head and walked towards the door.

Shen Siming followed, "I think it's not bad, it's quite fluent."

"Shen Siming!" Xue Chen suddenly turned around.

Shen Siming didn't stop the car, but subconsciously hugged him.

The smell from Shen Siming's body spread to the tip of his nose, Xue Chen's heart skipped a beat, and he couldn't speak, so he asked instead, "Why did you invite me to dinner all of a sudden?"

Shen Siming's hand froze on Xue Chen's waist for a few seconds, and he let go, "Thank you for taking me in last night."