Cen Song knocked the little boy's head: "Hugh wants to bully your junior brother, like smoke, this is your senior brother Zimo." ”

"Ruyan has seen my senior brother." Chu Junhan bowed his hand politely.

The little boy snorted, then ignored Chu Junhan, and pulled Cen Song to the kitchen: "Teacher, these days you have been out, Mo'er has been almost hungry, and Mo'er now wants to eat the food cooked by the master." ”

"Okay, okay, I'll do it for you as a teacher, but you should also learn to do housework, and when you go out for a teacher in the future, you have to take care of your junior brother." Cen Song changed from being a fairy wind in the past, and became a kind grandfather.

Belch...... Chu Jun, who was cold on the side, was embarrassed, skinny? The little boy lied and opened his mouth, obviously smelling of barbecue.

There are only three thatched huts, one for cooking and making fires; One room was full of all kinds of books and a bed, which was thought to be Cen Song's bedroom; The remaining one is the bedroom of the two brothers.

At night, Zimo cried, made trouble and played tricks, but he still couldn't stop the fate of sleeping with Chu Junhan.

He sat on the bed, looked at the villain at the door angrily, and clasped his hands to his chest: "This is my bed, you are not allowed to sleep!" ”

Chu Junhan rushed to the mountain road for a day, didn't pay attention to the unreasonable guy in front of him, covered the door, and walked straight to the bed.

She couldn't wait to pounce on it and sleep beautifully.

Heaven does not fulfill people's wishes.

As she approached the bed, the boy raised his fist and was about to smash it at her.

"Do you know martial arts?" Chu Junhan's face was surprised, although she dodged this punch, the swept wind still blew on her face.

Zimo snorted coldly, returned to the bed, continued to clench his fists with both hands, and raised his little face triumphantly: "Since you know how good I am, you still don't worry about my bed, I don't want to sleep with a sissy." ”

"Who's the sissy?" Although Chu Junhan didn't know martial arts, the training in the barracks was not in vain, so he lifted the chair next to him and threw it at the little boy.

In fact, she was not angry, but with the principle of not letting me sleep, you don't want to sleep, rushed over with the bench. Isn't it just fighting? I'm still scared of you, a little brat?

With a "clang", the wooden chair slammed into the bed board, and the rotten chair was vulnerable and shattered into several pieces in an instant.

"Hey, hey, you're real!" The little boy quickly rolled over, and the bench brushed his body against the bed, startling him to the point of shock.

Almost, almost like this chair, he was going to be crushed.

Chu Junhan raised his small chin: "Do you accept it?" ”

The little boy stared at her viciously and gritted his teeth: "Don't accept it!" ”

Then the two of them twisted open, and there was a cacophony of noises coming from the hut.

"Squeak", the door was pushed open a crack, and the moonlight shone through the crack in the door and hit the faces of the two people on the ground.

One was strangled by his neck, and the other was stuck in his nostrils by his hands, and the two twisted together like this, and neither of them let go.

"What are you doing?" Cen Song was so angry that he pushed the door open, and the wrinkles on his face were angry.

"Teacher!" The two of them let go of their hands and quickly got up from the ground, glaring at each other with red eyes.

"Who told you to fight?" Cen Song scolded harshly.

The two villains raised their little hands, pointed at each other, and said in unison: "He did it first." ”