ATBLM [QT] Chapter 114.2

Not only did Yan Zhao not let go, but he hugged her tighter, lowered his head, and rested his head on her shoulder. There was a slight height difference between the two of them, so he did this awkwardly. It’s like a big furry bear trying to squeeze into the little white rabbit’s arms.

Although he is very attached to Jiang Rui, he always behaves domineeringly and coquettishly out of concern for his face. He rarely does this kind of coquettish behavior.

“What’s wrong?”

Yan Zhao said in a muffled voice: “You are mine. No one else is allowed to take it from you.”

“What about you?” Jiang Rui asked him with a smile.

He snorted suspiciously, straightened up, and looked away from her. Under her gaze, he said fiercely: “Of course, I am the same. You still have to ask. You are so stupid!”

For the sake of his flushed ears, Jiang Rui decided not to care.

This time the little turmoil was over. She doesn’t know what Yan Zhao told people. Later, Jiang Rui met the study committee member of Class 5 again at school. But, he seemed to not know her and passed by in a hurry.

Because of this incident, Yan Zhao probably felt a sense of crisis. He was already clingy, but now he is even more clingy. In school, wherever Jiang Rui appears, there must be him.

Some classmates in the class originally made a bet on how long the two of them would be able to date. But after seeing this situation, the bet fell apart because it seemed that they wanted to stay together forever.

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The weather is getting hotter and hotter, and the end of the term is coming as scheduled.

On the day after the exam, all the other students cheered, but Yan Zhao shivered as if his bones had been beaten.

He and Jiang Rui were not in the same examination room, so he handed in his papers in advance and went to wait for her.

When Jiang Rui came out, she saw him leaning against the wall outside the classroom, with one leg bent. His brows frowned, and his shoulders slightly tilted. He looked a little careless and decadent, but it was still unsurprisingly eye-catching.

The two of them walked outside the school. Jiang Rui asked him, “Are you in a bad mood?”

Yan Zhao said depressedly: “We won’t come to school tomorrow.”

“Isn’t it okay not to come? You can go wherever you want to play and sleep as long as you want.”

“But I just want to see you every day.” Yan Zhao said.

It was rare for him to be so straightforward, and he seemed really depressed. Jiang Rui thought for a while and said, “Otherwise, when you want to see me, just go to my house to find me.”

Upon hearing this, Yan Zhao regained his energy and asked uncertainly: “Auntie, she knows about us…”

“She knows. I told her that time when you bit my lip.” She was deliberately vague.

Yan Zhao was indeed nervous. He coughed twice, straightened his back, and pretended to be calm, “What did she say?”

Jiang Rui said with a smile, “She said you were a little stupid.”

“That, that was before, not anymore!” A person whose kissing skills were still poor argued hurriedly.

Seeing how he wanted to drag her to prove himself on the spot, Jiang Rui smiled and said, “I’m teasing you. Mom didn’t notice the wound on my lips, but I told her that I was dating you.”

Yan Zhao breathed a sigh of relief and then raised his head again when he was halfway relaxed, “What should I do if I go to your house?”

“You don’t have to do anything. You’ve just been there once before. Just keep it the same as that time. It’s not a formal meeting with the parents.”

That’s how it is said, but when Yan Zhao came home that night, he was still restless. After dinner, he went upstairs early and rummaged through the cabinets to find the clothes he would wear when going out tomorrow.

Yan Xing asked Su Li curiously: “Mom, what is Brother doing?”

Although Su Li did not know clearly, she could tell by looking at this posture. She tapped her youngest son’s forehead and said, “A bad son-in-law should meet his mother-in-law. This is the traditional virtue of your old Yan family.”

“What is a bad son-in-law?” Yan Xing touched his forehead and asked again.

“Ask your Dad.” Su Li sent her youngest son away and walked into Yan Zhao’s room. As an old mother, she still had to give her son some tricks. After all, he was her own.

Yan Xing could still be heard running down the stairs in the house, shouting so loudly that half of the neighborhood could hear: “Dad, Dad! What do you mean by a bad son-in-law?”

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