He’s So Sweet After Class

Originally being able to sleep in a bed was something Jiang Chenming couldn't ask for, but this was brought up by Mo Lingqiu's mother, and the taste was different.

He opened his mouth and smiled awkwardly: "It's okay, I can also go back to the dormitory to rest."

Han Ying narrowed her eyes again and looked at him uncertainly, as if she didn't expect him to say this.

"Mom, I will send him back to the dormitory at night." Mo Lingqiu took the conversation and interrupted his mother's next thoughts.

Han Ying snorted for a long time: "No, stay and live, uncles and aunts won't stay here for too long, don't be too formal."

"That's okay." Jiang Chenming didn't say anything, except for these three words, there was nothing else he could say.

After the four people sat down around the dining table, the atmosphere became even more embarrassing.

Although Han Ying had been talking to Jiang Chenming and asked some irrelevant questions, Mo Lingqiu intuitively felt that his mother was testing each other.

As for Mo Songcheng, while serving Han Ying, he cared about Mo Lingqiu: "Has life been going well recently?"

"Um."

"Don't always keep your face straight when communicating with students. You are not young anymore. Students will be shocked when they see it."

"Um."

"I'm going out to do errands tomorrow, and your mother will stay here to clean up for you."

"good."

Unlike Han Ying and Jiang Chenming's chats, which were full of enthusiasm and laughter, the chat between the father and son was unremarkable, and it sounded boring.

Jiang Chenming glanced at Mo Songcheng secretly, and didn't dare to interrupt, quietly pushing the spicy fish that Mo Lingqiu liked to eat in front of him.

"Which college does Xiao Jiang belong to? Is it the Department of Chinese Language?" Mo Songcheng, who had had a good conversation with Mo Lingqiu, suddenly turned his gaze on Jiang Chenming.

Jiang Chenming's frightened hand shook, and the hand pushing the plate almost couldn't control it: "...I'm from the sports department."

"I thought you were a direct student of Ling Qiu."

"No." Jiang Chenming smiled, "My roommate's girlfriend is in the Chinese Language Department and has been to the Chinese Language Department once. Because the bed in my dormitory was broken, I moved out."

"The bed board is broken?" Mo Songcheng was particularly surprised.

"En... Our dormitory is a structure where the upper bed and the lower table are made. The bed board is made of wood. It may be because I am heavy and two of the bed boards are broken." Jiang Chenming laughed at himself humorously.

"Then this school should be changed for you, it's very dangerous." Han Ying's attention was also attracted.

"I have applied, it's not good for the time being." Jiang Chenming explained with a smile, "Because it is a big item, the inventory in the school may not necessarily be there. It will definitely take a while to change it. And I was originally a local, and I wanted to go home. I live, but my home is far away, so Teacher Mo temporarily took me in."

"En, it's convenient to live here, so Qiu is also close to the school." Han Ying nodded, satisfied with Jiang Chenming's talkative and politeness.

"Yes, I still have to thank Teacher Mo for extending a helping hand in time." Jiang Chenming said, smiling at Mo Lingqiu, who was sitting next to him and eating.

Mo Lingqiu listened to the conversation of these three people, but did not make a particularly big reaction, but was thinking in his heart that Jiang Chenming's nonsense ability is still quite good, and it is difficult to question.

When Zhengdong was thinking about it, Han Ying suddenly turned his attention to him: "Ling Qiu, you usually take care of Xiao Jiang in school."

"Yeah." Mo Lingqiu had no other reaction besides nodding.

After a meal, Jiang Chenming got the likes of Han Ying and Mo Songcheng by virtue of his excellent ability to communicate with others, and took the initiative to move all the empty bowls to the kitchen to wash the bowls.

Mo Songcheng, who was free, took out the laptop he had brought and put on his glasses to read some papers, while Han Ying pulled Mo Lingqiu into his room.

"I'll clean up a little bit. You and Dad will be here at night for one night." Mo Lingqiu finished speaking, and began to tidy up the quilt on the bed and put away some of the materials on the table that he usually read.

His room is very tidy, so it is easy to clean up. Han Ying kept watching him busy until she saw that Mo Lingqiu was almost done, and stopped him.

"Ling Qiu."

"What's the matter?" Mo Lingqiu put the pillow in his hand to the head of the bed and straightened up and asked.

"You and Xiao Jiang..." Han Ying's expression was much more serious than when she was eating.

"He helped me, and I helped him." Mo Lingqiu probably guessed what his mother was asking.

"If you like it, we won't say it, but if you don't like it or don't mean it, we have to take care of it." Although Han Ying knows that Mo Lingqiu doesn't like listening to these words, she still cares more about her son's emotional life. . In her impression, her son Mo Lingqiu is a person who is very insensitive to feelings, even completely in a state of inadequacy.

She was afraid that if Mo Lingqiu didn't mean that, or didn't realize that he had that meaning, Jiang Chenming would be wasted in vain and his own time would be wasted. After all, he was not young.

"Mom, I'll be thirty soon." Mo Lingqiu frowned, he didn't hide his displeasure.

"We actually arranged a blind date for you when we came back this time."

Han Ying's words made Mo Lingqiu's eyes widened: "Mom! I..."

"Listen to me and finish talking first." Han Ying sighed, "Blame us, I didn't spend much time by your side when I was young, and being independent too early is not a particularly good thing."

Mo Lingqiu didn't speak, and there was a trace of unhappiness in his heart. Obviously more than ten or twenty years have passed. No matter how sad he is, and envy the life of other people's parents with their parents, the past is the past. And his parents are really busy at work, he can be considerate.

"The child we arranged for you is not bad. It's a high-quality Alpha. The son of a researcher over there is thirty-two this year and is a bit older than you." Han Ying said as she saved the blind date on the phone. The photo was opened and Mo Lingqiu looked at it, and then opened the person's personal information. "Here are his photos and information. He looks good? And you see that his education and work are excellent."

Mo Lingqiu saw it. He felt that Alpha could get what he wanted with just a little effort. Now it is even more unlikely that an Alpha would be superior to him, so he is almost nothing. He gave the answer without hesitation: "No, I don't plan to consider it for the time being."

"Are you not considering falling in love and getting married, or not considering him? Other candidates for consideration?" Han Ying asked very sharply.

Mo Lingqiu pursed his lips and said nothing.

"What? The expression is so unhappy?" Han Ying suddenly put on a smile.

"...Mom, I have always been like this." Mo Lingqiu felt helpless. After all, the person in front of him was his mother.

Han Ying nodded: "Mom knows."

"So refuse this matter for me, I won't go." Mo Lingqiu emphasized again, for fear that he couldn't think about it, so he just pressed him to go, although the possibility of this kind of thing happening is a bit small.

Han Ying didn't plan to let him go like this: "Then tell me about you and Xiao Jiang, don't say that the dog behind your neck was chewed."

Mo Lingqiu's originally tense expression was slightly slack because of the humorous words: "No."

"Who bit it?" Han Ying asked knowingly.

"Isn't it obvious?" Mo Lingqiu couldn't help it.

"If I remember correctly, you are not the kind of person who lets others touch you at will." Han Ying sat on the chair, intending to listen to Mo Lingqiu explain to herself.

But Mo Lingqiu has always talked less, and he didn't want to say what happened. One big reason is that the long-term inhibitor he has been taking was given to him by Han Ying. If he said "this happened because of this inhibitor", his parents would definitely blame themselves.

"He's chasing me."

"Then you..." Han Ying's eyes lit up.

"It's okay at the moment." Mo Lingqiu was telling the truth, but it hadn't risen to the level that made him pay a lot for it. He would be a little embarrassed just to state the facts, so he avoided Han Ying's straightforward sight.

Han Ying sighed that it was not easy, with a smile on her face: "That's good, get along well, I won't ask you about the pheromone matching degree, the integration is good."

Mo Lingqiu didn't say a word, slandered in his heart: He could smell it, but he asked him to speak.

Han Ying pondered for a while, and patted Mo Lingqiu on the shoulder: "Get a good night's rest. Don't worry about us being next door."

Mo Lingqiu's originally stretched brows frowned again: "You are not young anymore, don't always listen to the corner."

"The ears are mine and the legs are mine. Then I don't blame me for walking around and hearing anything. Be quiet at night." After speaking, Han Ying left with a happy expression, leaving Mo Lingqiu speechless behind her. Looked at her back.

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