Xue Pan originally wanted to go to school just for the sake of romance. Instead of studying, he clearly wanted to fool around.

How could a mother-in-law not know what her own son is like, yet she exposed him to his face in just a few words?

When Xue Pan saw that his mother had revealed the truth about him, he immediately became even more anxious and ashamed. He saw his face flushed red, rolling his eyes and shouting angrily: "Mother, do you think your son is so miserable? My son is now so miserable.

He really wants to learn well, but since the mother doesn’t allow it, then the son will never mention the word “study” from now on, otherwise the mother will be embarrassed along with her son!”

Although Xue Baochai knew clearly what his brother had in mind, firstly, this was the first time that his brother had actively asked for advancement, so he could not suppress him too much; secondly, after all, what his brother was going to was a private school belonging to the Jia family, even if it was not good.

But it can't be worse, it's much better than going to those fireworks and wine alleys; thirdly, Jia Cong is still here anyway, and he must save some face for his brother in front of outsiders. Besides, if it's for this

It would be even more unworthy if it made my mother so angry.

Therefore, she stood up in a hurry and comforted Aunt Xue first: "Mom, this is the first time that my brother has to do something serious. Maybe he has suddenly enlightened, and you don't know. Mother should be happy..."

As he spoke, he winked at his mother, then turned to look at Xue Pan, scolding in a sweet voice: "Brother, look at you, how many times have I told you, you still refuse to change your habit of being anxious. It's a good thing for me to make progress."

Son, why can't my brother just talk about good things properly and make my mother angry?"

After a few words of advice, Aunt Xue saw the look in her daughter's hand and understood immediately, so she said nothing more.

However, Xue Pan still raised his head and complained: "Good sister, you are saying that I have a short temper. Why don't you say that you and your mother always try to push me..."

When Jia Cong saw Xue Pan, mother and son, they were chatting together, he always refused to interrupt, but the more he looked at it, the more he felt sad: Xue Pan relied on his mother's pampering to do all kinds of things at a high price, and was ignorant and incompetent. Poor Baochai had to worry about it.

The mother was angry and worried that her brother would be a bad example, so she could only mediate a few times in between, which broke her girlish heart.

After all, Aunt Xue loved her son very much. Seeing Xue Pan's face turned red and thick-necked with anger, she felt extremely distressed for a moment. She could only sigh and persuade her: "Hey...my son, since you said you want to go to school, then...

Just read it carefully. If bad news comes to my ears again, you will never want to think about it again."

Xue Pan had something in his heart, and he didn't dare to speak out any more, so he had to lower his head and pick up the food without saying a word.

Seeing this, Xue Baochai could only look at Jia Cong with an embarrassed expression, smiled slightly, sat down and continued eating.

Naturally, Ying'er and Xiangling didn't dare to say a word, and stood aside obediently helping spread the dishes.

Seeing that the meal was a little awkward, Jia Cong hurriedly tried to persuade him: "Auntie, don't worry about Brother Xue, I'm also in school. At least I can help take care of him, and I definitely can't let others bully him...

"

Before he finished his sentence, Aunt Xue was immediately amused: "Oh, my son, I'm not afraid that he will be bullied. I'm afraid that he will bully others."

Jia Cong hurriedly smiled and said: "Since Auntie is not afraid of Brother Xue being bullied, there is no need to worry. At least the husband is still here. If Brother Xue is just naughty and refuses to endorse properly, he will ask the husband to slap his palm with a big stick...

…”

As soon as he said these words, Xue Pan's expression suddenly changed and he hurriedly asked: "Do you still want to endorse it? Will you still be beaten if you don't endorse it?"

Jia Cong nodded and said: "That's natural. I heard that the gentleman who teaches in the school is also from our Jia family. He is very strict and can beat people hard!"

Xue Pan's face changed drastically after hearing this. He hesitated to say something but couldn't open his mouth. When Xue Baochai saw it, he smiled and said: "Brother, you have to go to school this time. You can't regret it now..."

When Aunt Xue saw her son's appearance, she immediately smiled and said: "You deserve it, you deserve it this time. It's only right for you to study for me tomorrow no matter what..."

When Xue Pan heard this, his face was gloomy, and he felt very regretful: If he had known that Jia's school really wanted to study, he would definitely not have gone. But he had just been angry with his mother because of this, and he couldn't regret it immediately.

This is really shooting yourself in the foot!

But Jia Cong was still adding jealousy and deliberately irritating him: "Brother Xue, I really admire you. To be honest, if I weren't afraid of being beaten to death by the master, I would not go to school no matter what. Who knows that Brother Xue doesn't need anyone to force him?

He just told me to go to school, but he was in a hurry even if he didn't ask me to go. I really admire him!"

The words made Xue Pan regretful, and his face, which was originally white, turned red and black, changing erratically.

Aunt Xue, mother and daughter couldn't stop laughing when they saw it.

After eating for a while, Xue Pan was listless and said he was very tired, and said he was going to take a nap. Jia Cong took the opportunity to leave hurriedly, but Aunt Xue and her daughter didn't stay long and sent him out of the yard before going back.

It was midday at this time, and the sun was shining brightly in the sky, making everything look listless.

Jia Cong walked quickly against the shade of the wall. Not far after he walked out, he saw someone coming over against the wall. She seemed to be a very pretty maid.

When the man came closer, Jia Cong finally recognized that the person he was facing was Jia Baoyu's personal maid Qingwen. No wonder she looked so beautiful from a distance.

Jia Cong and this girl have a deadly feud, and they even beat her up. I don't know if this girl has complained.

Qingwen just walked with her head lowered. When she came closer, she looked up and saw that it was Jia Cong standing in front of her. She immediately turned cold, snorted coldly, rolled her eyes, and walked straight away from Jia Cong.

He walked over and didn't even bother to look at him.

Seeing that this girl was still so arrogant, but also so beautiful, even rolling her eyes and glaring, she was so beautiful that Jia Cong immediately felt itchy in his heart. He couldn't help but want to tease her, and it would be fun to watch her cry.

Thinking of this, Jia Cong immediately scolded: "Qingwen, stop!"

Qingwen had also seen Jia Cong coming towards her a long time ago, but firstly it was bright and bright and there was no hiding place; secondly, except under the eaves where it was cooler, everything was scorched by the sun; and Qiao Qingwen was also a

A brave and foolhardy person could not think of any way to deal with her enemy Jia Cong; not to mention that she was a proud and arrogant person. Although she had recently heard that this boy's status in Jia's family had risen, she still fought.

I don't like him in my heart.

Therefore, what Qingwen was thinking about during this chance encounter was: Why should I be afraid of this weak-hearted boy? What's so great about him is that he just boasted about my second master with a clever mouth, and that's how he won over the old lady.

My wife Huan Xin has become a bit of a human being, so why should I be afraid of this guy?!

Just thinking about it, she passed by Jia Cong. When the two of them crossed paths, she did not forget to give Jia Cong a big roll of her eyes and a snort of extreme disdain.

When Jia Cong saw the surprisingly beautiful Qingwen from a distance, his heart began to itch. This is a common problem among men, and he is naturally not immune to it.

If Qingwen really ignored him, Jia Cong would have no excuse to do anything to her. But Qingwen was too pretentious and insisted on provocation, which immediately aroused Jia Cong's anger.

It seems that if I don't bully her properly, it will really make her look so beautiful in vain.

What a waste of natural resources!
Chapter completed!