My Girl and Tenderness

"Mrs. Ye, let me help you carry this stuff up."

"No need, I can do it myself... um..."

As soon as she moved, she felt her ankles go weak. Qin Kong quickly came over and asked her to hold onto his body, saying -

"It will be fine soon, but you can't put too much pressure on me now. Madam, please support me."

"Really, I'm sorry to bother you..."

I really made a fool of myself in front of this boy today. Looking at his immature face, I never thought that there would be a day when I would be taken care of by a boy so much younger than me.

Holding his muscular arm, Mrs. Ye followed him into the elevator.

The enclosed space made the man and woman feel each other's presence more, and thus became more awkward. Mrs. Ye felt that as an adult, she should take the initiative to bring up the topic, and also to get rid of the previous embarrassment, so she said - "Um... classmate, are you from our school?"

He calls me "Mrs. Ye", so he must know me, right? But he doesn't call me "Teacher Ye"?

She couldn't help feeling a little confused.

Qin Kong felt a little embarrassed when he heard her words. It seemed that the other party did not remember him as a neighbor. But it was true. He stayed at home all day and had not met her many times.

It was normal for her not to remember him, after all, he was just an ordinary prospective college student, but Qin Kong could not forget her after meeting her once.

Flaxen hair, blue eyes, she is so extraordinary that everyone who sees her will remember her.

"what happened?"

Mrs. Ye tilted her head. It was really unfair that such a mature beauty could look so cute when she did this.

Standing with bare black stockings on her legs, her hands hooked on her black high heels, without the support of shoes, Mrs. Ye seemed shorter than usual, and her inviolable aura of a teacher was broken.

Ding dong.

When the elevator reached the ninth floor, he was holding a mountain of homework books, deeply aware of the difficulties faced by teachers, and a thick vegetable bag was hanging on his right hand.

Mrs. Ye said apologetically:

"I'm sorry, is it heavy?"

"It's okay, it's not heavy at all."

For a grown man like him, this amount is just right, but for a weak single wife, it may be too much of a burden.

He looked at her frail body and felt a little pity for her when he thought about the fact that she was still raising a child by herself.

After sending her to the door of her house, Mrs. Ye walked in and said to him:

"Would you like to come in and have a cup of tea? You've worked so hard."

"It's not hard, it's all my fault."

Qin Kong scratched his head, then looked at his wife's gentle face with some hesitation, and finally said -

"Also, regarding your question just now..."

Pointing to the door opposite, Qin Kong said -

“My home is here.”

"what?"

Mrs. Ye’s pretty face froze.

32. I want to beat Mulan's butt until it blooms

"You, your family... eh?"

Mrs. Ye was speechless, and before she could react, Qin Kong had already scratched his head and opened the door of the opposite house, then turned back to look at the confused blue eyes and smiled - "Well, Mrs. Ye, if you have anything, you can come to me. After all, your foot is not fully healed yet. If you need to move anything heavy, or help with anything else, I will come over. I am usually very free."

"Ah, ah..."

Mrs. Ye replied in a daze, then slowly closed the door of her house.

"..."

She stood behind the door, her slender figure leaning against the wall, and did not move for a long time.

At last……

"Ugh...I'm such an idiot!"

Her face flushed again, and she squatted down, holding her head and tapping it, while her black silk toes were shamefully curled up.

What on earth did I do? Not only did I ask for help from the other person and cause him trouble, but in the end I didn’t even recognize that he was my neighbor. This was really embarrassing.

"Mother?"

With a click, a little loli with twin ponytails wearing white pantyhose ran out. She blinked her big eyes and looked at her mother who was squatting uselessly at the door. She ran over with some worry, hugged her and said - "Mom, are you not feeling well?"

"Oh, no, it's nothing... I just sprained my ankle."

Mrs. Ye looked back at her well-behaved daughter and thought to herself that she must apologize to the boy later. She was really being very rude.

Yinyin didn't notice that her mother looked a little worried. Instead, she looked at the bag leaning against the wall, which contained some ingredients.

The little girl's eyes widened, her tender body trembled slightly, her mouth opened wide, and she said -

"Mom, why did you buy these..."

"Ah, this, to make it up to Yinyin, Mommy will personally cook you a delicious meal. Are you happy?"

"!?"

Mrs. Ye stroked Yinyin's hair with a smile, while little Yinyin opened her mouth and said reluctantly -

"Well... we haven't finished our lunch yet. It would be a waste to make new ones, Mom."

"Then I'll do it for you tomorrow, okay?"

"it is good……"

Is it just postponed till tomorrow?

grunt.

Yin Yin swallowed her saliva, but not because she was looking forward to the delicious food. Her face showed a look of "facing a crisis", her eyes became watery, and she couldn't help but think in her heart - Brother Qin, save me!

……

……

"Haqiu!"

Qin Kong suddenly sneezed. He felt like someone was talking about him. It would be great if it was a cute little loli... Just kidding.

I went home and started to make tea. After all, my good brother had said that, so it would be better to prepare some tea so that we wouldn't have to use this excuse to start a quarrel again.

Ding dong.

Just after Qin Kong sent Mrs. Ye back, the elevator rang again. He didn't close the door and heard the voices of Mulan and Aunt Hong coming from outside.

Mulan is now like the king of a country, trying her best to show her feelings for Qin Kong.

"We've only known each other for a few days, and they're already cuddling. I've been with that guy since we were little. Do you understand the relationship between us?"

"It's precisely because the relationship is not deep enough that we have to work hard to cultivate it. You have such a good relationship, it doesn't matter whether you stick together or not, right?"

Aunt Hong's voice remained the same, calm with a hint of smile, and no hostility at all, but it sounded different to Mulan's ears.

I only heard Aunt Hong continue to say——

"I cling to him because I'm afraid our relationship isn't strong enough. You cling to him because you're also afraid your relationship with him isn't strong enough?"

"You, what did you say! You...you..."

Mulan's defense was broken and she couldn't speak clearly because Aunt Hong hit the nail on the head. Now Mulan was afraid that Qin Kong couldn't resist the temptation of long legs. The relationship between brothers was not as strong as the chest of long legs.

This feeling was directly picked out, making Mulan anxious like a defeated dog.

Qin Kong watched them walk in, and quickly smoothed things over, saying -

"Mulan, you want some tea, right? I'll pour you a cup. Or maybe I'll order you a glass of milk tea?"

Mulan breathed a sigh of relief when she found the stairs. She snorted and walked in with a tap, followed by an owl.

"Cuckoo."

It flew to Qin Kong's shoulder and rubbed his face, as if blaming him for not taking it with him when he escaped.

Mulan raised her eyebrows slightly, sat on the sofa with her round buttocks wrapped in slim pants, and said -

"When did you get an owl?"

"It came yesterday, along with your acceptance letter."

"what?"

Mulan's eyes widened.

Qin Kong looked at his good brother, as if he wanted to wait for him to confess, but Mulan just lowered his head and remained silent. His originally anxious expression suddenly turned silent.

You still can't tell me...

Qin Kong pursed his lips, his dissatisfaction in his heart became even stronger. He handed the yellow paper to Mulan and said -

"I've seen it. If you have nothing else to do, I'll go cook. What do you want to eat tonight?"

"I'll eat everything you cook."

Mulan watched him walk towards the kitchen without asking any questions, opened her mouth, but did not call him.

Aunt Hong looked at their performance, blinked her eyes, and said with a smile -

"Qin Kong, let me help you."

"Eh? No need..."

"No, I must help you. This is also a kind of practice so that I can be a qualified wife for you in the future."

Qin Kong felt embarrassed by Aunt Hong's words. She was really dating him with the purpose of getting married, and every move she made was centered around this goal.

"A qualified wife?!"

Mulan's eyes widened, and she could no longer sit still. She stood up from the sofa with her long legs and shouted -

"I'm here to help too!"

"Huh? Mulan, you can't cook at all? What are you doing here?"

"That's annoying! If she can come, why can't I?"

Mulan kicked him lightly with her long legs.

For a moment, the somewhat awkward and depressed atmosphere was washed away by this mess. Aunt Hong looked at the two brothers who were pushing and shoving together into the kitchen, and smiled gently.

However, Mulan was soon disliked by Qin Kong.

"Wait a minute! That's not soy sauce, it's aged vinegar!"

"What are you doing? Don't break the knife, put it in the microwave to thaw!"

"If you shovel it out like this, it will all spill out, so only half of the dish will be left, right?"

Mulan's forehead was bulging with veins, and he said stubbornly -

"Your pot is too small and your knife is too bad. If it were mine, there would be no such problem. I would cut frozen meat and even steel to show you how to cut it."

"Just blow it."

Qin Kong didn't believe it at all. Mulan's delicate face slowly became puffy.

He turned his head away in a sullen manner, snorted, and said:

"Just because there are women makes you despise your brothers."

"Hey, isn't this purely your problem?"

"I won't listen, I won't listen!"

"..."

He actually started to cheat. Qin Kong couldn't help but feel angry when he saw his good brother's tough look.

It was indeed too easy to let Mulan go just like that before. When I get the chance next time, I will definitely give this guy a severe lesson. I will not stop until his butt is bruised and his eyes are full of tears.

33. My good brother is a beauty, but I am not a male ketone! !