"Do you still know how to go home?" asked Mama Qin without raising her eyelids.

"Well, I know. Qin Fan said with a weak heart.

"Healed?" asked again.

"Well, okay. "Honestly replied.

"In the future, you are not allowed to go to the hotel again, bring back all the things you painted, and stay away from Xuemei," Qin's mother gave an ultimatum.

"It's okay to move back, stay away from Xuemei, you have to talk to Xuemei herself. Qin Fan rolled his eyes and replied.

"You, can't you tell her?" said Qin Maqi.

"I said it didn't work. Qin Fan also had a headache, now Xuemei is no longer as obedient as before, but selectively obedient to her advantage.

Qin's mother looked at her son suspiciously, Xuemei liked him so much that she wouldn't listen to him?

Qin Fan thought for a while and comforted his mother and said, "Mom, I know what to do and what not to do, you have to believe me, besides, I will be very busy during this time." As he spoke, he raised the enrollment brochure of China Gong, Nortel, and China Opera that he had just received.

"You take care of your body, and you don't have to worry about anything else. Although he knew that it was in vain, out of worry, Qin Fan still reminded.

"Can I not worry about it?" Mama Qin shook her head and said. But after thinking about it, Qin Fan really didn't worry much about her, originally the most important thing was to worry about his studies, but it turned out that her worries were superfluous, and sometimes she was wondering how her son studied.

Since the first grade of primary school, she has been at the bottom of the class, and she has been like that until the fifth grade, she was about to go crazy, but when she came to the primary school graduation exam, her son was able to be admitted to a key middle school;

Now that high school is the same, she and Dad Qin are numb, no matter how worried they are, the results are there.

"I don't care about your business, you can do it yourself. Saying that, Qin's mother put away the sweater she was knitting in her hand, and went back to the room to discuss her son's matter with Qin's father.

After a while, Qin Fan heard his mother yelling in the room, "What time is it, play again!" followed by the sound of cleaning up the chess pieces and the muttering of the two old men.

Qin Fan shook his head with a dark smile, opened the brochure and looked at it carefully, considering which major to apply for in the central process. But I thought of the two goods in the middle worker, jumping up and down in April in the previous life, inciting everywhere, and as a result, not only was he expelled, but also caused the candidates in the entire Anhui Province to stop outside the middle worker's door.

"Fanzi, have you slept?" asked Qin's mother outside the door.

Looking at the alarm clock on the table, it was already past eleven o'clock in the evening.

"Mom, can't you say anything tomorrow?" Qin Fan got up and opened the door.

"Here, put things away. Saying that, Qin's mother stuffed the things in her hand into his pocket. Then Qin's mother pointed at Qin Fan's forehead with her hand, and said in annoyance, "You, you, what should I say?"

Qin Fan took out the things his mother had just stuffed in, looked at them carefully, and was so shocked that he almost laughed. He didn't know that yesterday his mother bumped into Xuemei sleeping with him again.

"Mom, what does this mean?" Although he knew what his mother was worried about, Qin Fan still pretended to be confused and asked.

"What do you mean? Do you have to make an accident for me, just ......" Qin's mother was embarrassed to continue, she was traditional and conservative, and she had already summoned up what she thought was the greatest courage, and was ready to explain it to her son. But when I really wanted to speak, the courage in my heart disappeared without a trace like the sea at low tide.

Knowing what his mother was worried about, Qin Fan smiled bitterly and put the thing back in the bag, complaining: "Mom, you are really worried, Xuemei and I are not like that at all." ”

Qin's mother was very tired, and she didn't bother to listen to her son's lies anymore, she was also a person from the past, how could she not know that the child at this time was at the age of youth, curiosity, impulsiveness, and recklessness. The son slept with the girl, and said to himself: That's not the case, liar!

Looking at his mother's disbelief, Qin Fan didn't know how to explain it.

The mother and son looked at each other speechlessly.

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Gathered his mind and began to prepare for the works for the preliminary examination, and the cultural class was also intensively reviewed step by step.

As for the business in the hotel, let Lingling and Weiwei manage it carefully, Jiasheng approached him a few times, and simply exchanged their ideas.

I also had the idea of talking to Wanqing and Dong Min again, but after thinking about it, I still ruthlessly cut off this idea.

Everything else is easy to handle, only how to deal with the distance between him and Xuemei is quite troublesome.

What gave Qin Fan a headache was that Xuemei had completely let herself go!

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"What is this?" asked Xuemei curiously.

Qin Fan put down the brush and squinted his eyes again to see if the reality of the painting was handled properly.

"What is this?" Xue Mei raised her voice again and asked, Qin Fan glanced at it, and secretly complained in her heart, Xue Mei held it in her hand, and it was the condom given by her mother that night.

"I don't know, my mother forced it on me. Qin Fan said with a haha.

"Liar, your mother would give you this kind of thing?" Xue Mei asked in disbelief.

"What is this, I don't know, I don't know what she gave me this thing for?" Qin Fan simply pretended to the end.

"Do you know what this thing is for?" Qin Fan asked rhetorically.

"Of course I ...... I don't know, that's why I asked you. Xuemei almost said that she had missed her mouth.

Qin Fan didn't want to continue this matter, so he asked, "You don't read at home, don't your parents talk about you when you come here?"

Xuemei had a bitter face: "Then I can't say it, but I can't read books at home, and I can only read them when I come to you." What I didn't say was that I was always thinking about what Qin Fan was doing at home, and I was uneasy about how I could read the book.

Looking at the history book in front of her, who hadn't turned a page for a long time, Qin Fan sighed lightly: "Come to me, can you really read the book?"

Xuemei also noticed the book that didn't turn a page in front of her, and said with a blushing face: "I, I'll read it now." Qin Fan ignored her anymore and continued to revise the painting in front of him.

Time passed silently.

Putting down the paintbrush in his hand, Qin Fan looked at the finished work, nodded with self-satisfaction, turned his head and saw Xue Mei sitting at the desk woodenly, her bitter little face changing with various expressions, and the book in front of her still hadn't turned a page.

"Ahem, ahem. What do you want to think again?" After asking, Qin Fan regretted it a little, really afraid that she would say the common language of girls and women: Guess!

"Oh, didn't think much of it. Xuemei, who came back to her senses, shook her head, as if she wanted to shake out the messy thoughts in her head.

"Are you done painting?" Xue Mei asked, Qin Fan nodded.

Xuemei jumped onto Qin Fan's lap as if she was full of blood, tilting her head, looking at his fair and delicate face.

"Haven't seen enough?" Qin Fan said with a smile.

"Alas, if only the book were like your face. Xuemei didn't know what crazy she was talking about, and she couldn't get rid of what she was thinking about.

"It's time for you to go home. Qin Fan was about to push her away and said, but Xuemei hugged her tighter and hummed in his ear, "Let me stay a little longer, okay?"

Looking at the lovely Xuemei, Qin Fan's heart softened for a while, and he kissed her smooth forehead: "Okay, just for a while." ”

Xuemei, who was looking at him intently, suddenly turned crimson, and asked with a snort: "Brother Qin, I want to know, why did your mother give you this thing?"

Qin Fan's face twitched.