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Of course Zhou Yan didn't agree to Qin Ting's request as a joke, he replied like this: "I don't have to have that job, I didn't think so much before, fortunately you reminded me, actually I think about it, There is no supermarket that accepts half-day summer jobs, so let’s forget about it. As for what do you hire me? Are you a prostitute?”

Qin Ting felt a sense of loss for his answer. He scratched the palm of his hand and could only explain the last sentence: "No, I'm just talking casually, don't mind."

"I don't mind," Zhou Yan said, "Go back, it's too late later, do you know the way out? Or I'll take you to the bus station?"

"Farewell," Qin Ting said quickly, "I remember, I remember, besides, I really don't want to take the bus, I just take a taxi."

"Then be careful," Zhou Yan said, "Don't take those cars that are like private cars, and you can't take rides. It's better to take a taxi with a taxi certificate. There have been quite a lot of bus accidents recently."

Qin Ting also knew that those dirty and wretched taxi drivers took advantage of their careers to do things worse than animals to beautiful girls, but he didn't know if there were any good men. He sighed and said: "Taxi drivers have to be careful Be careful, but I'm fine, I'm awesome, I'm a big man, if any beast dares to touch me, I'll fucking crush him."

Zhou Yan smiled: "That's good."

With Zhou Yan's last words of concern, when Qin Ting went back, he really carefully stopped a regular taxi before leaving. He didn't go to the supermarket this time, but went home directly.

Dad hasn't come back yet. When he came in, only my mother was playing a song on the stereo and studying cooking in the kitchen.

"Hey baby," my mother immediately turned off the fire and came out of the kitchen when she heard his movement, "I'm back, how is class today?"

"Mom," Qin Ting went to turn off the stereo, "You have a great song, aren't you afraid that when you're cooking, the people inside will yell and scare your shovel away?"

"Don't interrupt," my mother smiled and slapped him lightly on the shoulder, "How is class going?"

"It's good," Qin Ting went to the refrigerator to get a glass of watermelon juice squeezed by his mother, and said after taking a big sip, "Besides, Mom, you must have called the teacher before I came back, right?"

"I asked," my mother said frankly, "but I still want to hear what you have to say. Sure enough, son, you are as shameless as always, and you listened very well? Qin Ting, you are very good Just talking and playing with mobile phones in class? Then you are very good!"

Qin Ting saw that his mother was still talking well, and he didn't know why, so he suddenly lost his temper. He had no choice but to follow the wind and go to smooth his mother's hair with his tail between his legs.

"Mom, I didn't listen much in class. It wasn't my first day there, so I didn't get used to it. But, Mom, let me tell you, I'm at the same table with me in the cram school. That's my classmate. He is very nice, do you know why I came back so late, because I went to his house, I couldn’t understand what the teacher said, but he was patient, willing to explain in detail, and taught me the whole afternoon class.”

After his mother finished listening, she rolled her eyes, suddenly grabbed her son's hand, looked at Qin Ting with an indescribable expression, and said, "Honey, you don't listen to the class, and this class is about beautiful girls." My son, let’s forget it soon, we can’t have puppy love, and the college entrance examination is one year away, the worst thing about love is love!”

Qin Ting opened his mouth and was about to kneel to his fucking brain.

"Mom, my classmate is male!" Qin Ting argued.

The mother, who was at the forefront of fashion, immediately burst into anger, pointed at him with a finger painted with bright red nail polish, and yelled at him mercilessly: "You fucking have sex? Oh, no wonder I talked to you yesterday You were so excited when you said you molested a little girl, how dare you like men?"

Qin Ting almost cried to his mother on his knees.

How the hell can you think like that?

"I don't like men!" Qin Ting roared unbearably, "Mom, can you tell me, which sentence in the previous paragraph did you hear that I want to fall in love early and also fucking like men? of it?"

The old mother who was overwhelmed by her imagination wiped her eyes and made a final decision: "You are willing to listen to someone who is willing to patiently teach you as long as you are so pissy. What is love?"

It's your uncle!

If it wasn't for his mother in front of him, Qin Ting would really have to scold him.

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The little girl who read the article should pay attention to safety when taking a taxi.

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