my hungry husband

Ever since Anle and Jiang Mingyu came back from Hunan, the two got along a bit awkwardly.

First of all, An Le didn't sleep with Jiang Mingyu anymore.

Logically speaking, Anle's soul is better, she won't be frightened out of her senses by ghosts, and she doesn't need to squeeze in with Jiang Mingyu anymore, but during the month she was away, Anle liked to rub against the boss's bed, and she felt that she slept very soundly.

Unexpectedly, when she came back, An Le took the initiative to go back to her room, and never got into Jiang Mingyu's bed anymore.

Because Jiang Mingyu is more homely, she doesn't come out of the room every day, and after sleeping in different rooms, the chances of the two meeting each other are much less.

It wasn't like this didn't happen before. At that time, An Le just came here and didn't have much contact with Jiang Mingyu, but even then, when the two of them met at home, An Le would raise the corners of his mouth, pick up any topic, and pull Jiang Mingyu to say a few words .

But now An Le walked around Jiang Mingyu instead. When the two ran into each other, An Le lowered his head, greeted vaguely, and ran away.

This situation continued until the end of the summer vacation, and became more serious after the school started in September.An Le was formally enrolled in a class this semester and began to take professional courses. He wanted to take credits quickly and take all the courses to the full. In addition to his special constitution, he dared not stay on campus or on the road at night. He had to go home and had to go home. I put the electives on Saturdays and Sundays, so I go out early in the morning almost seven days a week, and I don’t eat at home at noon, so I can only see them at night.

In the last semester, An Le would talk about what he had seen in school while having dinner, but this semester he only knew how to bury his head in hard work.

Jiang Mingyu speculated that An Le just wanted to reduce the time to eat with him, so he ate with his head down and ate very fast.

This kind of speculation made Jiang Mingyu a little bit shocked.

Even Jiang Hong saw that something was wrong, and asked Jiang Mingyu: "Did something happen to you during your summer vacation? Why did Brother An act strangely after he came back?"

Jiang Mingyu recalled, but didn't find anything special, so she shook her head.

"That's weird." Jiang Hong said, "Could it be puberty?"

Jiang Mingyu glanced at him.

Chef Jiang said seriously: "Some people can reach the age of 25 in adolescence, and they are rebellious when they are older. It is difficult to deal with."

At first, Jiang Mingyu didn't believe in Jiang Hong's puberty theory, until Jiang Mingyu once saw An Le feeding chickens in the yard.

The half-grown young man was squatting on the ground, holding the millet in his hand, but was in a daze. He was about to feed it into the chicken's mouth, but ended up poking it on the chicken's butt.

An Le quickly picked up the general and smoothed his hair, looking a little downcast from the back.

Jiang Mingyu walked over, bent down behind him, and touched Anle's cheek with the back of her hand from behind.

Unexpectedly, An Le threw the chicken away, jumped up, and ran back to her bedroom.

It was like seeing a ghost.

Jiang Mingyu stood in front of the chicken coop, looking thoughtfully at the direction An Le left.

On the other hand, Anle is really busy after school starts.

Although he has traveled to this world of supernatural writings and currently has no worries about food and clothing, and the only threat is that he may be taken away by ghosts anytime and anywhere, but he does not want to give up his studies.

Probably this is Xueba's persistence.

This semester, An Le was incorporated into the class, but he was in the International College, many foreign students, and most of the other Chinese students were in the same situation as him. They came in purely with money, and some rich second-generation students did not appear on campus at all. , plus An Le doesn't live in the school, he has a classmate for nothing, but he still walks alone.

But even so, the college still arranged a class guide for them.

Many tutors are young people who haven't graduated a few years ago. An Le's previous class tutor in college was a female teacher, who didn't look much older than them. If she wasn't a class leader, she would hardly be seen.

When I came to the International College this time, the classes were loose, and An Le felt that the instructor would remain invisible until graduation.

As a result, when he was called by the instructor to talk, he was still in a daze.

After he saw what the instructor looked like, he became even more confused.

The homeroom teacher looked at An Le with a smile, his peach blossom eyes drooped slightly, and said kindly, "Student An Le? Sit down and let's chat."

An Le's new class leader is named Jun Yi, not to mention his mighty surname, but his appearance is impressive.

Jun Yi has gentle eyebrows, slender eyes and a bit low at the end of the eyes. When looking at people silently, it is like a spring breeze blowing. At the same time, his lower lip is slightly thick, and his lips are in the shape of a smile. The whole appearance makes people feel good , I couldn't help but want to keep my eyes on his face for a while.

If Jiang Mingyu is as beautiful as porcelain, Jun Yi is as beautiful as wood art.

An Le was immediately shocked by Teacher Jun, sat down on the chair honestly, and asked, "Teacher, what's the matter?"

Jun Yi smiled and said, "Relax, it's just because you're a student living outside, I'll understand the situation."

Jun Yi asked An Le some family problems, An Le made up that Jiang Mingyu was his relative, and talked nonsense, Jun Yi kept smiling from beginning to end, and did not show any doubts.

"You didn't apply for the school's dormitory." Jun Yi said, "After a few weeks, the homework will be heavy, and you may go back late at night. Is this convenient?"

An Le quickly said: "I didn't take the evening class, I have to go home every day, otherwise my family will worry."

Jun Yi smiled and said, "If your family members are worried, you can also live in a student dormitory. I think getting in touch with your classmates will help you in your college life."

An Le knew that it was strange for him to go to school in the eyes of outsiders, but he had to insist: "My family asked me to go back at night, and before dark." He smiled at Jun Yi apologetically, with a bright and helpless face, "Sorry, Mr. Jun, our house is strictly controlled." If you enter the door late, you will be caught by ghosts.

Jun Yi reached out and patted him on the shoulder, and said kindly: "The special situation of your family has been filed with the Student Affairs Office. I'm just making a suggestion. After all, I hope you can communicate with your classmates more."

An Le made good use of the students' "obedience" to assure Teacher Jun: "I will definitely get along well with my classmates."

The two of them talked a few more words, and the conversation ended. Jun Yi got up and sent An Le out of the office. Only then did An Le realize that Jun Yi was taller than he imagined, and his physique should be good.

There are such teachers in the school, it is estimated that the salary of the International College is very high.

An Le waved at Jun Yi: "Teacher Jun, I'm leaving first."

Jun Yi nodded.

Just as An Le turned to leave, Jun Yi suddenly said, "Going into winter in the second half of the year, the sun will set earlier and earlier. It will be very difficult to go home before dark."

An Le looked at Jun Yi, not understanding what he was going to say.

Jun Yi smiled, his peach blossom eyes were charming: "Be careful on the road."

An Le came out from the class teacher, except for the impression that the teacher was a handsome guy, he didn't take this conversation to heart.

In order to meet the old friends of the School of Management, An Le deliberately chose the courses of the School of Management, but his major was too different, so he could only meet them once a week.

An Le walked into the classroom and saw Yan Zhinan sitting in the corner typing on the keyboard from a distance, ran over a few steps, sat next to him affectionately, and said hello, "Hey, great writer."

Ever since they ate hot pot together, a great friendship has developed - although only An Le thinks so unilaterally.

The corners of Yan Zhinan's mouth were pulled down extremely. He was very unhappy to be interrupted. He closed the computer cover and said, "Can you let me finish writing?"

An Le said innocently: "You write, I won't bother you."

Yan Zhinan looked like he wanted to hit him. An Le knew that Yan Zhinan didn't want others to read what he wrote, so he asked curiously, "What are you writing, a novel?"

After coding for such a long time, An Le couldn't think of anything else except novels.

Maybe Yan Zhinan is an X-point master, who changes [-] times a day, so he is always typing on the keyboard.

Yan Zhinan let out a "huh-huh" as a tacit consent, and An Le became even more curious: "What kind of novel is it?"

Just when An Le thought that Yan Zhinan would not answer, he said, "Write everything."

"Wow." An Le pretended to be surprised, and said, "I also write romance novels."

Yan Zhinan really wanted to hit him.

Yan Zhinan raised his black-rimmed glasses, leaned close to An Le, and said grimly, "Actually, I'm writing horror novels, the supernatural kind, where ghosts bite off your head as you walk."

An Le: "..."

An Le was frightened to be honest for a while, and sat quietly next to Yan Zhinan playing with his mobile phone, but Yan Zhinan didn't chase him away, instead he scribbled and drew on his notebook.

After a while, An Le asked in a low voice, "Have you ever been in love?"

Yan Zhinan couldn't keep up with his brain circuit at all: "???"

An Le said coyly: "I mentioned romance novels just now, so I just asked casually."

As he spoke, he sighed deeply.

Yan Zhinan was speechless at his jumping thinking, and he didn't want to be his relationship mentor, so he simply ignored him, when someone came towards them.

Three or four boys came, surrounded An Le, and said, "Brother Le, do you know that there is a new escape game?"

Last semester, An Le became acquainted with a few male students who like to sit in the back row because of playing games. In the eyes of these students, An Le is a big local tyrant of the International College. Whoever hit him, he would pay for it, and the exclusive customer service would wake him up every day. He was like thick golden thighs, and they respectfully called An Le "Brother Le".

An Le didn't expect that he could also be in the "brother" generation, and he always led this group of people to fight together, as if he became their boss.

Yan Zhinan didn't play with them, and turned around to face them with his butt. An Le didn't care, and said to his classmates: "I know, you survived the desperate situation, and it's still in the closed beta."

The students immediately showed envious eyes and said, "It's hard to find an invitation code for the internal test. There are hundreds of them on Taobao. You must have a way to get it."

The subtext is "Brother Le, after you get the number, let the brothers have fun together".

Isn't it just a few hundred yuan? After a trip to Hunan, the Que family father and son actually counted his remuneration and sent it to his account through Cui Huan.

This is the first commission that An Le himself has received, and it was earned by his "hard work" from subjugating demons. Currently, he can only use it to play games.

An Le immediately said: "No problem, I'll buy it when I get back tonight, one invitation code per person."

The male students smiled and said, "Let's go black, let's go."

At this time, the teacher walked into the classroom, and the students dispersed in a rush. An Le took out his notebook and prepared to listen carefully.

Yan Zhinan saw him switch from game boy to student master mode in an instant, the corners of his mouth twitched, and then he smiled helplessly, still the same.

When Anle was leaving school, Jiang Mingyu was studying such issues as "the causes of older puberty" and "how to help children get out of the rebellious period" in the study.

He didn't realize that his position on An Le was a little skewed. He should have read materials like "What to do if your marriage is in a cold war" and "Teaching you to understand your wife's psychology".

Hearing An Le's voice coming back, Jiang Mingyu closed the webpage and walked out of the study.

They met in the yard. When An Le saw Jiang Mingyu's face, she lowered her head nervously and said softly, "Boss, I'm back."

Jiang Mingyu said "hmm". He was not a person who was good at inquiring about his health, but now he had been thinking about it for a long time before he asked, "How are you doing at school?"

An Le replied obediently: "Very good."

So the two fell silent.

No one spoke, and the atmosphere was a little awkward and sticky. An Le noticed that Jiang Mingyu was looking at him, and his whole body was so hot that he wanted to run away.

Just as Jiang Mingyu was about to reach out to make him raise his head, Jiang Hong yelled beside him, "It's time to eat."

Jiang Mingyu withdrew her hand and said, "Let's go eat."

An Le nodded and followed behind him.

The meal was quiet, and the Mid-Autumn Festival was coming soon, which was the season when chestnuts were on the market. Jiang Hong used fresh chestnuts to make a roasted pork with chestnuts.

Huang Chengcheng stewed chestnuts and pork belly together. The chestnuts were dipped in gravy and put into his mouth. They were both pink and glutinous. An Le focused on eating the whole time, his eyes fixed on the dishes and nothing else.

Jiang Mingyu hesitated to say anything, seeing that he was eating well, she didn't say much in the end.

After eating, An Le cleaned up the dishes and went to her room.

Jiang Mingyu couldn't help calling him to stop, and said, "Shall we chat?"

Unexpectedly, Anle backed away in horror, shook his head and said, "Next time, I have something to do." He turned and ran into the bedroom, shouting as he ran, "I have an appointment with someone, I want to play a game!"

Jiang Mingyu was stunned, and Jiang Hong shook her head: "Hey, let me say it's the rebellious period. Sir, Brother An doesn't want to talk to you at all."

Suddenly an arrow pierced Jiang Mingyu's body.

"Instead of talking to elders like us, it's better to play with friends of the same age."

Another arrow hit.

Jiang Hong looked at her husband sympathetically, and decided to let him recognize the cruel reality: "Games are more important in the hearts of older teenagers."

Jiang Mingyu felt that she had been tied into a sieve.