People are rejoicing: My childhood sweetheart is Qiao Yingzi

Chapter 8 Misunderstanding!

Time flies so fast, and in the blink of an eye, a whole morning passes quietly under the pens of Yingzi and Fang Yifan.

After the two families had lunch together, Song Qian and Tong Wenjie met to go shopping. Fangyuan decided to go see the birds, and the two children were left at home to study on their own.

In Qiao Yingzi's room, Qiao Yingzi, who had been studying questions for a long time, raised her sore neck and stretched her limbs around.

Only then did he notice that outside the window, Fang Yifan's hands were typing something on the keyboard. Driven by curiosity, Qiao Yingzi quietly opened the door and came behind Fang Hou'er.

"Cthulhu Mythos...?"

The slightly confused female voice woke up Fang Yifan who was immersed in his own world. When he looked back, Qiao Yingzi was already standing behind him.

"Did you finish your homework? I saw that you were doing your homework. I was afraid that the sound of my typing on the keyboard would disturb you, so I came out."

"Fang Hou'er, what's on it? I can't understand it at all. Does history need to understand this?"

Yingzi was quite puzzled.

"What? This is the material for my next book. I'm collecting it."

"Collecting materials? Is it difficult?" Yingzi leaned forward while supporting Fang Yifan's chair with both hands, looking at the densely packed materials Fang Yifan had sorted out, and asked strangely.

"It's not difficult to do anything else, but the Cthulhu Mythos is too fragmented, and there are various materials from the European Middle Ages. There are too few materials on the Internet, and I need to spend a lot of time sorting them out." Fang Yifan was very distressed said.

With a little time after school, Fang Yifan has been sorting it out for a month, but the progress is still not ideal. At this rate, it will probably take 2 months to finish it alone, and this is still during the holiday. situation.

However, the vacation between the second year of high school and the third year of high school is pitiful, with only less than a month. It can be said that this is basically an impossible task.

For this reason, Fang Yifan was also troubled for a long time.

Seeing the distressed look on Fang Yifan's face, an idea flashed through Qiao Yingzi's mind. Once this idea appeared, it became more and more ingrained in her mind and could not be erased.

"Yingzi! What's wrong with you?" Fang Yifan waved his hand in front of Qiao Yingzi, calling back the stunned Qiao Yingzi.

"Ah - oh, it's nothing. You go ahead. Do you want to eat fruit? I have strawberries and cantaloupe in the refrigerator."

"Halmi melon, thank you." Fang Yifan returned to his seat to continue collecting information, while Yingzi went to the kitchen.

Just when Fang Yifan sat down seriously and focused his eyes on the screen, a cry of pain instantly made him stand up.

It's Yingzi!
Anxious, he ran to the kitchen as fast as possible, and saw Yingzi squatting on the ground, her two delicate eyebrows already knitted together, holding her hands in pain, and blood dripping down under the cover of her clothes.

Fang Yifan quickly entered the kitchen, took out the paper towel he carried with him, and quickly wrapped Yingzi's injured finger to stop the bleeding.

"Why are you so careless? Look at what you did with your hands." While carefully observing the wound, he did not forget to scold the girl next to him who was frowning in pain.

"I didn't cut the cantaloupe for you~, oh! It hurts——, please slow down!" There was a hint of grievance in her voice, and Qiao Yingzi's voice was interrupted by pain.

The wound was relatively large. Fang Yifan looked at the injured kitchen knife and found that there was no rust. He said to Yingzi, "Let's flush the wound first and then apply a band-aid."

"But--it hurts too much."

Fang Yifan looked at Yingzi helplessly, "Then do you still think about it? I usually see you being quite a man when you hit me. Why are you getting up now? Be good! Let's rush first."

After hearing this, Qiao Yingzi angrily threatened to fight, "Fang Yifan, you don't want to live anymore, do you?" Fang Yifan quickly fled the dangerous scene with his sense of danger. Qiao Yingzi looked at Fang Yifan who fled. , the corners of his mouth slightly raised, enduring the pain and washing the wound clean.

As soon as Yingzi finished washing, Fang Yifan returned to the kitchen with a box of band-aids in his hand and approached Yingzi despite Yingzi's dangerous gaze.

Seeing that Yingzi made no move to hit anyone, Fang Yifan plucked up the courage to grab Yingzi's injured hand, tear off the band-aid, keep an eye on the wound, and slowly put it on it.

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In the corridor of Song Qian's floor, three parents were walking home together. Among them, Fangyuan was carrying something and was one step ahead of Song Qian. Just as he was about to open the door, the sound from inside the door attracted Fangyuan's attention. attention.

"Fang Hou'er——! Keep your aim!"

The information contained in the words made Fangyuan stunned, and he couldn't believe what he heard.

Then put your ear to the door and listen carefully, "Fang Hou'er! Slow down! It hurts——!"

In an instant, it was like a thunderbolt from the blue sky. What are these two children doing in broad daylight? Is this something they can do during the day?

Suddenly he realized that if Song Qian discovered this, he would not be able to keep silent!
"Fang Yuan! What are you doing? Why don't you go in?" A gentle female voice sounded with confusion. In an instant, Fangyuan trembled all over, wiped the non-existent cold sweat, and was about to speak and think about it.

Fang Yifan's voice sounded loudly from the door: "Can you stop moving? I haven't touched you yet. Stop hiding. You're so young, I can't even place it right!"

Like a thunder strike, Fangyuan was completely stunned on the spot, and he must have heard it now.

Sure enough, Song Qian and Tong Wenjie's expressions changed when they heard the voices coming from the room.

Before it was over, Yingzi's voice sounded again in the room: "Who wants you to use so much force? If you press against me, it won't hurt to death. No, you have to be gentle and move slowly!"

When Fangyuan and Tong Wenjie heard this, their feet became weak and they leaned against the wall.

Fangyuan carefully turned around to observe Song Qian's face. After seeing it, her heart trembled, and she saw that Song Qian's face had turned as black as an iron pot.

Unable to bear such an atmosphere, Fangyuan plucked up the courage and said tentatively, "Then - those two children are having fun."

Song Qian ignored him, her neck turned red and she was breathing heavily. She roughly turned the door handle and shouted into the door: "Stop-!"

The atmosphere instantly fell into silence "——Hand~?"

The three people outside Fang stared at the band-aid in Fang Yifan's hand. The two people inside the door also paused their movements and looked at the three people outside the door, with confused expressions on their faces.

"Dad, Mom?" they both said in unison.

The two people outside the door understood everything instantly when they saw the band-aid on Yingzi's hand. They looked at me awkwardly and finally the two ladies focused their eyes on Fangyuan.

Fangyuan could only laugh twice.

"These two kids are making such arrogant remarks in broad daylight. Isn't it easy for people to misunderstand?"

Yingzi and Fang Yifan looked at each other. Fang Yifan seemed to have thought of something and laughed out loud, "Haha~, Dad, you don't think Yingzi and I are doing that during the day."

Fang Yuan was even more embarrassed at this moment, and Qiao Yingzi also reacted at this time, her face instantly burning up, "Uncle Fang, what are you thinking in your head! Of course not! Fang Hou'er is putting a band-aid on me!"

(End of this chapter)