Fu Ranxiu's brows were dark, and he was wearing a pair of rimless glasses. The silver frame refracted the cold light on the side of his face, which made his expression even more indifferent.

Wen Qing was stunned for two seconds, then quickly recovered.

Fu Ranxiu's appearance surprised him a little, but he took it for granted.

After all, Fu Ranxiu is also a pervert. In addition to thinking and logic, he is also a manipulator.

Wen Qing pursed her lips and bent her fingers subconsciously.

There was a rustling sound and the movement of fists intersecting in the living room.

Wen Qing looked up and saw a man and a woman were fighting.

The man was Song Xuan, and the woman was disheveled and could not see her appearance.

Song Xuan's moves are obviously not as flexible and flexible as tall women, but he has a gloomy face, and every punch and kick is fierce.

The two of you come and go, and the corners of the clothes fly.

Suddenly, Song Xuan hooked his fingers on the woman's long hair, he pulled it hard, and several long hairs floated in the air.

The tall woman moved slightly and took a punch from Song Xuan.

He raised his hand abruptly, pulled off his long hair, and pulled off the wig net, revealing a messy short hair.

Without the cover of his long hair, his heroic facial features look like a real man.

Wen Qing's eyelashes trembled, it was Jiang Yan.

This time it is a copy of Dezhi High School.

"Are you a fucking man?" Song Xuan looked at Jiang Yan expressionlessly.

Jiang Yan sneered: "I can't see it? Are the eyes on your face ornaments?"

Song Xuan raised the corners of his mouth and replied, "You are too yin-qi, just like girls."

Wen Qing: "..."

Fu Ranxiu took a step back and motioned for Wen Qing to enter the room.

Wen Qing hesitated for a moment, then walked in.

After closing the door, Fu Ranxiu turned around and saw that the two people in the living room didn't even look at the entrance, and said again, "Teacher is here."

This time, both Song Xuan and Jiang Yan heard it, and Qi Qi turned their heads to look over.

Song Xuan's gloomy face suddenly disappeared, the corners of his lips twitched slightly, his dark eyes lit up, and he stared straight at Wen Qing.

Jiang Yan raised his eyebrows, casually brushed his hair, tidied his hair, and then strode in front of Wen Qing.

Wen Qing was about to say hello when he was hugged into his arms.

Jiang Yan lowered his head, pressed his face, and chuckled, "Meng Meng, we are already in the real world."

"Can you fall in love with me?"

Wen Qing was stunned for a while, then remembered that he had said similar things when he was in the world.

Before he could say anything, Jiang Yan was kicked away.

Song Xuan stood in front of him, didn't say anything, just tilted his head slightly and leaned closer to his lips.

It's a kissing pose.

Wen Qing's eyelids jumped, and he immediately raised his hand to cover his mouth.

Song Xuan raised his brows slightly, but did not avoid his hand and let him cover it: "It's not like I haven't kissed before."

The hot air between his lips and teeth was exhaled in the palm of his hand, hot and itchy.

Wen Qing was about to withdraw his hand when suddenly, there was a wet soft touch on the palm of his hand.

Song Xuan licked his hand.

Like a dog, the tongue scratches across the palm, licking back and forth.

The itching in the palm of the hand was even worse, and it was so tender that the fingertips trembled.

He immediately let go and wiped hard on his trousers.

The wet touch was wiped away, but the annoying itch was still there, as if on his hands.

Wen Qing pursed her lips and used the conversation to divert her attention: "Is it just the three of you?"

Song Xuan raised the corners of his mouth, and Danfeng narrowed his eyes slightly: "We three are not enough?"

Wen Qing snorted and did not respond to the question.

He lowered his eyes, recalling Io's words.

【Who else will come? 】

【A person who loves you. 】

Song Xuan and Fu Ranxiu both have strange obsessions with him. As for Jiang Yan, they have been taking care of him and helping him, from the beginning of their interest to their later love.

In this case……

Two more names appeared in Wen Qing's mind.

Zhou Zhou and Ye Ye.

While thinking about it, a warm breath suddenly brushed the side of his hand.

Wen Qing regained his senses, only to see Song Xuan bent over beside him, his nose slightly moved, and he was seriously smelling the scent on his sleeves.

Wen Qing took a step back and pulled the distance between the two.

Song Xuan straightened his body and narrowed his eyes: "You smell like a man."

"Which man were you thinking of just now?"

The words fell, and Wen Qing felt that the other two gazes also fell on his face.

Of course it was impossible for Wen Qing to tell them who it was. He was silent for a moment and said slowly, "Is there a possibility... I'm a man too?"

Song Xuan: "..."

He took a step forward and casually touched Wen Qing's toes: "It's the smell of other men."

Seeing that he couldn't fool the past, Wen Qing simply said bluntly: "There are a lot of men around me."

"Which one are you referring to?"

Song Xuan's face changed slightly, and a trace of anger flashed across his eyelids.

Wen Qing didn't want to talk about this kind of thing anymore, he changed the subject and said, "Why are you here?"

instead of downstairs?

Jiang Yan shook his head: "I don't know, just opened my eyes and got here."

Wen Qing lifted her feet and walked in, and saw a photo of this family hanging on the corner of the living room wall.

Several of them were of two high school students in school uniforms and two boys who looked ordinary.

Wen Qing glanced around. There was no one else in the house. He asked, "Is the owner of this house not here?"

Fu Ranxiu responded, "It's just the four of us."

Wen Qing pursed her lips and said to them, "I'm here to teach two high school students homework."

Song Xuan leaned against the wall and tilted his head to look at him: "I'm a high school student."

Wen Qing glanced at him, then looked at the photos on the wall, and asked, "what else do you know?"

"Twelve hours." Song Xuan lifted his eyelids and stared at his profile.

Wen Qing asked, "Don't you know the rest?"

Song Xuan nodded.

Wen Qing looked at Jiang Yan and Fu Ranxiu, neither of them knew.

Jiang Yan shrugged and said casually, "As soon as I came, I received a call from a woman, saying that the teacher will come over later, let's not worry."

Fu Ranxiu said to Wen Qing lightly, "You are here to teach two high school students their homework."

"There are just two high school students in the house right now."

The implication was that Fu Ranxiu and Song Xuan might have temporarily replaced those two high school students.

"I'll ask." Wen Qing hesitated for a moment, took out his phone, took a picture of Fu Ranxiu and Song Xuan, and sent it to Xuanxuan's mother.

Wen Qing: [Auntie, are you going to teach these two students? 】

Xuanxuan's mother: [That's right. 】

Xuanxuan's mother: [These two children have not seen each other for a long time, and they have become handsome again. 】

Wen Qing looked at Song Xuan and Fu Ranxiu, and then looked at the two high school students in the photo.

differ greatly.

Anyone with normal vision can see that they are different people.

Why is this time temporarily replacing someone else's identity instead of appearing directly in his home?

Did something happen to Io?

Fu Ranxiu asked, "What did she say?"

Wen Qing told the truth: "You probably borrowed their identities temporarily."

"It's true that Fu Ranxiu and I are high school students," Song Xuan paused, raised his finger to Jiang Yan, and asked, "What is this guy's identity?"

He raised his eyebrows and said sarcastically, "Our nanny?"

Jiang Yan sneered: "I am your father no matter what."

Wen Qing lowered her head, took another picture of Zhang Jiangyan, and continued to ask Xuanxuan's mother.

Wen Qing: [Auntie, what should I call this one? 】

Xuanxuan's mother: [This is my sister, you can just call him auntie. 】

Xuanxuan's mother: [Yesterday I had long hair, but today I cut it short, and the short hair is strangely beautiful. 】

Xuan Xuan's mother: [I want to ask her which shop did it. 】

The next second, the mobile phone on the sofa played a WeChat prompt.

If nothing else, Xuanxuan's mother must be sending WeChat to Jiang Yan.

Wen Qing was silent for a moment and said to Jiang Yan, "Auntie said that you are her sister."

Jiang Yan: "..."

Song Xuan: "..."

Fu Ranxiu: "..."

After a long while, Jiang Yan was the first to react, curled the corners of his lips, and said to Song Xuan, "I am your mother now."

Song Xuan's face was expressionless. Although this was not a curse word, it always sounded a bit cursing.

"You fucking..."

Jiang Yan raised the corner of his mouth: "Who are you talking about, that's your grandmother."

Song Xuan: "..."

Wen Qing stood aside, watching the two of them bicker.

When they were in Dezhi Middle School, Song Xuan and Jiang Yan were obviously not dealing with each other.

In contrast, there is a tacit understanding between Song Xuan and Fu Ranxiu.

Thinking about it, Wen Qing tilted her head to look at Fu Ranxiu.

Fu Ranxiu did not participate in the quarrel between Song Xuan and Jiang Yan, but stood silently aside, his eyelashes lowered, looking at one place intently.

his hand.

Wen Qing's fingertips trembled slightly.

Fu Ranxiu didn't hide his sight in the slightest. His gaze seemed to be materialized. He stroked his hand, from the back of his hand, down slowly, swept down the side of his finger, and landed on the tip of his finger.

After a while, Fu Ranxiu's eyes turned even darker, his pupils seemed to be on fire.

Wen Qing flexed her fingers and couldn't help but put her hands behind her back.

Fu Ranxiu's expression remained unchanged, he slowly raised his eyes and looked at his face.

He didn't say anything and seemed to say nothing.

- Don't look at the hands, just look at the face.

Wen Qing pursed his lips, he could hide his hands, but he couldn't hide his face.

After a while of silence, he said, "It's time for you to do your homework."

Song Xuan tilted his head to look at him.

Wen Qing said calmly, "I'm here to help you with your homework."

Song Xuan frowned, there are only twelve hours left, who the hell has to do homework.

He opened his mouth and was about to speak, when Jiang Yan walked up to Wen Qing first, grabbed Wen Qing's shoulders, and said affectionately, "You two children, go do your homework."

"Mom and teacher are going to do adult things."

Wen Qing: "..."

Song Xuan: "..."

Fu Ranxiu: "..."

Wen gently pushed Jiang Yan's arm away and said to him with a blank face, "I received the money."

"You do the adult thing on your own."

Jiang Yan sighed faintly: "It can be done alone."

"But no two people are comfortable."

"..."

Wen Qing caught a glimpse of the two thick stacks of homework on the table in front of her, walked to the table, lowered her head and turned it over.

There is a lot of homework, and don't know how long it has been piled up. No wonder have to ask a tutor to teach.

Wen Qing pushed the two homework to both sides of the western table, and said to Fu Ranxiu and Song Xuan, "You can start doing your homework."

Song Xuan looked unhappy.

Fu Ranxiu walked forward, and when he passed Song Xuan, he said casually, "After we leave, he will still stay here."

Song Xuan understood what he meant.

Don't make trouble for Wen Qing.

Song Xuan glanced at Fu Ranxiu, snorted softly, walked to the table, pulled out the chair, and sat down carelessly.

He took out a math paper, opened his eyes, raised his hand, and said to Wen Qing, "Teacher."

Wen Qing was stunned for two seconds, but didn't realize that Song Xuan was calling him.

"Mr. Wen." Song Xuan shouted again.

He leaned against the back of the chair, crossed his feet, and asked a question: "I don't know this question."

Wen Qing stared at him for a while, and couldn't tell whether it was real or fake, so she walked over to Song Xuan and looked down at the question.

The last big question of the college entrance examination paper.

It's hard.

Wen Qing read it twice before she understood what the question was asking.

After staying in the other world for too long, almost forgot all the knowledge in high school.

He picked up a pen and said to Song Xuan, "I'll do it first."

Song Xuan paused at his fingertips. He didn't really want to ask a question, but wanted Wen Qing to be closer to him.

Seeing that Wen Qing was about to leave, he immediately removed his fingers and pointed to another slightly simpler topic.

The second major question of the paper is not difficult.

Wen Qing was silent.

He has some ideas, but he can't guarantee that the problem-solving ideas are correct.

Seeing what Wen Qing was thinking, Song Xuan leaned back and leaned on the back of the chair: "Mr. Wen, let me do other homework first."

Wen Qing glanced at the thick stack of homework and said to him, "You can do whatever you want."

Just as he was about to walk away, Song Xuan suddenly hooked on his sleeve, his index finger gently scraped the soft flesh on the inside of his wrist, and said meaningfully, "Mr. Wen, teach me my physiological homework."

Wen Qing: "..."