Big brother Han's wife chasing routine

When Ye Qingyan arrived, Yuan Mou had already arrived in the classroom.
It was a woman in her late 40s.

As we all know, the head teacher of class two and three in high school is famous in the whole school because of his face that resembles Yuanmou people very much.

So he was nicknamed Yuanmou by the students in the school.

"Report."

"……Enter."

Ye Qingyan hugged her DSLR, ignored Yuan Mou's unfriendly eyes, and walked in swaggeringly.

It's a pity that as soon as she put her schoolbag in the drawer, Yuan Mou tapped on her desk and signaled her to go to the corridor outside the classroom.

Ye Qingling, who was sitting in the front row of the classroom, sighed deeply when she saw her little cousin being called out of the classroom because she was late.
"Ye Qingyan, when will you get rid of your procrastination? Look, how many times are you late this month?"

"Like... 28 times?"

Yuan Mou's face turned blue when he heard Ye Qingyan's indifferent tone, "You... today punish me to stand outside for self-study in the morning, and also, write a self-criticism and hand it over to my office tomorrow."

"OK."

Yuan Mou looked at Ye Qingyan's arrogant expression, glanced at Ye Qingyan displeasedly, turned and left.

Seeing Yuan Mou walking away, Ye Qingyan lowered his head and stared at his toes, humming a song.

She doesn't like to study, but likes to travel.

She enjoyed the feeling of freedom.

Among the places she has been to, she only loves Tibet, which is a pure and beautiful place.

"Boss, take it quickly."

Han Zhao cheaply handed out a pack of black and white matching from the window where Ye Qingyan was standing.

Ye Qingyan took it politely, and closed the window before Han Zhao could react.

This is Ye Qingyan's younger brother, Han Zhao, who grew up with him.

Speaking of which, Han Zhao is several months older than Ye Qingyan.

Ye Qingyan has been learning Taekwondo since he was a child. On the way home, he ran into a few boys with yellow hair who were bullying Han Zhao, so he saved him. From then on, no matter where Ye Qingyan went, there would always be a follower behind him, calling him "Boss".

Wow, due to too much strength, Ye Qingyan directly tore the package to the bottom, and all the things inside fell down, and there was nothing left.

The black and white match that could have appeased Ye Qingyan's young heart turned out to end up in the trash can.

Ye Qingyan was a little reconciled, frowned, stared miserably at the black and white match on the ground, and sighed.

"It's really a little confusing."

Han Yue was carrying a flamboyant big red backpack and walked leisurely into Ye Qingyan's line of sight with a pair of long legs.

When meeting Ye Qingyan's eyes, Han Yue felt a chill.

And Han Zhao, who was sitting on the table and lying on the window of the classroom watching the play, had already started praying for the stranger outside.

Han Zhao, who has been able to live under Ye Qingyan for so many years, has already gone through a lot of tempering, and concluded that Ye Qingyan must not die.

One said, never die while Ye Qingyan is sleeping.

Second, you must not die while Ye Qingyan is eating.

On the third day, you must not die while Ye Qingyan is taking pictures.

But the thing outside just hit Erzuosi.

Ye Qingyan squeezed his fists, full of anger in his heart.

Damn it, why can't I use my strength when I see this man.

"roll."

Ye Qingyan rolled with a soft sound, which had no deterrent effect on Han Yue.

He took another step forward, and as soon as he approached, Ye Qingyan smelled a faint smell of jasmine, which was very similar to yesterday's smell, and for some reason, his little face turned red.

"You... smell good."

As soon as the words were finished, Ye Qingyan felt that the words were inappropriate, so he added another sentence.

"It's that you smell good, I like it very much."

Han Yue stared at the kitten-like girl in front of him with a smile on his face, waiting for her next words.

"No, it's not that I like you, but the shower gel."

Ye Qingyan bit her cherry-like red lips, a little annoyed, she never thought that she would be so stupid.

"I mean..."

"You mean to say that you have a crush on me."

Han Yue didn't use interrogative sentences, but directly used affirmative sentences.

Ye Qingyan was choked to death by Han Yue's words, and couldn't hold back a word for a long time.

Seeing this, Han Zhao wiped the window glass in a panic, "Damn it, I'm blind. I can see the boss blushing in my lifetime? And he hasn't punched yet?"

As soon as he finished muttering, there was a sudden commotion in the class. Han Zhao immediately jumped off the table and hurriedly picked up the book.

After dozens of seconds, Yuan Mou walked into the classroom in a 'ghostly' way, looked around, and then walked towards the back door.

As soon as she came out of the back door, she saw an unfamiliar face standing side by side with Ye Qingyan, with shock in her eyes.

"you are?"

Han Yue smiled slightly, took out a notice from his schoolbag, and handed it to Yuanmou.

"Hi, teacher, I'm Han Yue, a transfer student who came to report to Class [-] and [-] of Senior High today."