Male God’s Freestyle Flirting

Qi Hui froze for two seconds, then turned to look at Han Yu.

The boy had already jumped from the bed barefoot to under the bed, dragged Qi back to the quilt prepared by his mother, spread it on the floor at random, and then threw the pillow aside.

"Why don't you stay for a few days?" Qi Hui said with a rare serious expression, "You can stay for as long as you want, why, will I drive you away?"

Han Yu shook his head, and it was rare for Qi Hui to look cheerful, "I can't go on like this for a long time."

"Oh, it doesn't matter," Qi Hui waved his hands, not intending to argue with the boy, "You see, you don't even sleep on the bed, you just sleep on the floor, you don't bother me at all, just stay here, don't talk about it. "

Han Yu stared at the boy who continued to indulge in the game, pursed his lips and didn't know how to continue.

It's fine for him to stay at Qijia's house for a day or two, but it's not a long-term solution. Although it is only a space or a meal, this is not Han Yu's home. Even if Qi Hui's parents don't mind, he himself feels uncomfortable.

Han Yu never liked the feeling of being dependent on others.

"What are you thinking about?" Qi Hui saw that he was silent, and threw his clean pajamas at Han Yu, "Here, wear mine, my mother just washed it yesterday, there is nothing you can do if you dislike me .”

After he finished speaking, he muttered dissatisfiedly——

"If you're unclean, then it really doesn't matter at all."

Han Yu picked up his pajamas and left the bedroom barefoot.

Qi Hui began to hum a little tune, playing games leisurely while shaking his legs.

After calling for less than ten minutes, the call music that comes with Han Yu's phone started playing.

Qi turned his head to look, opened his mouth and shouted: "Han Yu, your mother's phone number!"

His voice was very loud, even though the bedroom door was closed, and the bathroom door opposite the living room was also closed, Han Yu could still hear it clearly.

But the boy just pretended he didn't hear, frowned and continued to take a shower.

Qi Hui yelled and didn't see the other party's answer, so he didn't worry too much and continued to play his own game.

Anyway, the affairs of Han Yu's family... He knows everything about it, not to say that he knows it very well. According to the current situation, it is estimated that the trouble is really serious, and it will be so serious that they can't even go home.

Thinking back to this, Qi couldn't help sighing deeply.

He knew that it was useless to persuade Han Yu. After all, Han Yu's character is not to listen to persuasion. The boy prepares a final retreat.

On the other side, because of a call, Han Yu's mood, which had gradually calmed down, suddenly became irritable.

His mother was gentler and more patient with him than his father. The reason why he called at this point must be because he found out that he was really stubborn and didn't go home, so he came to calm things down.

When Han Yu thought that Du Ruo would beg him to humbly ask his father for forgiveness, he became very irritable.

"Snapped!"

The boy flicked his hands off the shower, his wet hair stuck to his face, and water droplets fell from the tips of his hair, dripping with crystals.

"Han Yu—" Qi Hui in the bedroom suddenly shouted again.

"No! You pinched it for me!" Han Yu was a little annoyed and yelled back.

Qi choked back, staring at the note name on the phone screen, and asked uncertainly, "You really let me pinch you?"

The word "Tang Xia" is particularly eye-catching.

"If you want to pinch you, you can pinch, there is so much nonsense," Han Yu said coldly, took the clean towel that Qi Hui's mother put on the coat rack, and walked out slowly while wiping his hair, "I won't pick it up, you just Add to the blacklist."

Qi Hui murmured quietly: "If I add to the blacklist, then you must strangle me instead of the phone." After he finished speaking, he raised his head and found that Han Yu had already reached the door of the bedroom, so he pouted and sighed, "Go ahead, your little tail's call."

Han Yu paused as he wiped the water.

In the next second, he took off the towel, walked quickly to the bed, bent down and took out the phone.

Qi Hui squinted at him with ambiguous eyes.

Sure enough, the difference is very obvious.

"Good evening." As soon as Han Yu answered the phone, he turned around and glared at Qi, then closed the door and sat down on the sofa in the living room.

Qi Hui's parents have gone back to the bedroom to rest, it would be more convenient for him to talk in the living room.

"Cut," Qi Hui's disdain came from through the crack of the door, "What are you talking about, and you're still hiding."

Tang Xiaqi on the other end of the phone said, "Why do I seem to hear Qi Hui's voice?"

Han Yu slumped lazily, with a towel on the back of his head, and his loose pajamas sticking to his body softly, making him look thin for no reason.

"Well, I'm at his house."

"This point?" Tang Xia was stunned, took down the phone to check the time, and put it back to her ear again, "Did you sleep at his house?"

Han Yu didn't deny it, and said half seriously and half jokingly: "Yes, didn't I tell you during the day that I am homeless."

The girl was silent for about half a minute.

"Tang Xia?" Han Yu waited for a moment, thinking that the phone had lost signal, so he frowned.

Only then did Tang Xia hesitate to speak, and said softly, "Did you quarrel with your parents?"

"That's right," Han Yu always said that the family's conflicts were indifferent in front of Tang Xia, "but it's okay, I checked the bank card in the afternoon and it wasn't frozen, leaving me a way to survive."

It is probably due to Du Ruo.

Han Yu thought.

In fact, sometimes... mother still feels sorry for herself.

He smiled slightly.

"Then..." Tang Xia finished speaking, but she didn't know how to put it, she curled her fingers together in a daze, and murmured, "Then what's your next plan?"

"Did you forget the last time I told you about partnering?" Han Yu was suddenly amused, and teased her narrowly, "It's too dangerous for you to be alone at home, and I don't have a place to live. Don't you really think about it Tang Xia?"

The girl was ashamed and annoyed, "Han Yu! I'm serious with you!"

"I'm serious." The boy said frankly.

Tang Xia choked.

Han Yu's low laughter brewed, and he comforted her in a moment, "It's alright, alright, I'm joking, in fact, I've already planned it just now."

"Han Yu," Tang Xia's voice trailed off, a little helpless and sad, "I may not live at home anymore, because...then when thieves come home, my father and brother are worried and want me to go. My aunt lives at home."

"Huh?" Han Yu was slightly surprised, "Auntie's house?"

"Yes," Tang Xia sighed, "but I don't want to go..."

The girl babbled and briefly explained why she didn't want to live at her aunt's house.

Han Yu lowered his eyes, rolled his eyeballs twice, and suddenly smiled with his lips curled up, flashing a hint of joy.

"Tang Xia, I have a good idea."

"what?"

The young man's smile couldn't be suppressed, and even his brows and eyes were brightened.

"Shall we live in school together?"