Chapter 1794 Waiting for Tenderness 70

For some reason, the little teacher did not choose to call the police, but called Lin Xueluo first.

A kinder approach?

Or does she think Xing Twelve's nature is not bad?

"Don't, don't, don't! Teacher Wen, please don't call the police! My brother doesn't mean any harm!"

Xueluo stopped him eagerly, "He just wants to apologize to you... There is really no malice! I will go to your house to take him back now! Please, don't call the police!"

Of course Xueluo believed what the little teacher said about climbing the wall into the house. It would be strange if Xing Twelve could take the ordinary path!

After asking for the address of the little teacher's home, Xueluo immediately threw the little son in her arms to Mo Ranran, took Xing Shishi and hurried over.

I have to say, this Xing Twelve is really capable of causing trouble!

Giving him the teacher's contact information was just to ask him to call and apologize, to enhance the relationship and increase the favorability. But he didn't expect that he actually got the person's address, and even climbed the wall into the person's home? !

But this approach is quite Xing Twelve! He really has unique advantages in these aspects!

But in terms of interpersonal communication, Xing Twelve is really bad! It can be said to be out of place.

That's why the little teacher got to the point where she wanted to call the police!

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The little teacher’s home has a strong scholarly atmosphere.

As the adopted son of Hetun, he has always regarded being uneducated as a virtue;

As one of Hetun's most beloved adopted sons, Xing Twelve is a model of illiteracy.

The Wen family's living room is not small, and two walls are filled with bookshelves. This kind of environment is both unfamiliar and novel to Xing Twelve.

Father Wen has been taking care of the young man in front of him; while Xing Twelve is looking around at the surrounding environment.

"Young man, what do you call me?"

Generally speaking, Father Wen can only say that he doesn't hate Xing Twelve. But after all, this young man is the first boyfriend that my daughter has taken home on her own initiative, so he is quite respectable.

Xing Twelve put away his scanning gaze and glanced at Father Wen impatiently.

"Xing Twelve! You can call me Twelve!"

"twelve?"

Father Wen was slightly startled, his eyes full of confusion, "Are you the twelfth child in your family? Or were you born on the twelfth day? Is there any special significance?"

The former is probably unlikely! After all, it is really rare for people to have twelve children these days!

"Ranked twelve." Xing Twelve seemed a little unhappy in response to Wen's father's inquiry, which was like investigating household registration.

"Twelve... what the hell, your mother gave birth to twelve children?!" Father Wen asked in shock.

Feeling that the more he spoke, the more unclear his explanation became, so Xing Twelve was too lazy to explain anything further.

"Is there a problem with this?" Xing Twelve asked nonchalantly.

"You...your mother is so...so great!"

Father Wen coughed unnaturally and asked again, "Then what do you do?"

What kind of work do you do?

Xing Twelve raised his eyebrows slightly and asked himself: "The bodyguard...is it a kind of job?"

"You...you work as a bodyguard?"

Father Wen's eyes were full of disbelief, "With your body..."

"Is there something wrong with my body? How about you spar with me?!"

The young and energetic Xing Twelve couldn't bear to be looked down upon. First, the daughter looked down on herself, and now the father also looked down on him!

"Let's compare! Let's give your kid a show of strength!"

In fact, Father Wen is not the kind of impulsive person. But for the future happiness of his daughter, the appropriate amount of prestige given to this young and energetic boy can also make him afraid to bully his daughter.

When Father Wen started to roll up his sleeves, Teacher Wen immediately rushed out of the room.

"Xing Twelve, don't mess around!"

The little teacher protected his father, "I just called your sister, she will be here soon..."

"What? You actually complained to me?"

Xing Twelve frowned, "I'm just here to apologize to you! Are you being so unreasonable?!"

"Okay! I accept your apology! You can go!"

The little teacher was really afraid that Xing Twelve and his father would really get into a fight, so he issued an eviction order.

Just leave. In fact, Xing Twelve doesn’t want to stay any longer! But what if I just walk through the door? Or climb through the window?

Seeing Xing Twelve walking towards the floor-to-ceiling window on the balcony, the little teacher quickly reminded him: "Go through the door!"

Xing Twelve paused, looked back at the little teacher who was not wearing black-rimmed glasses, and bared his teeth slightly: "When you don't wear glasses... you are not very ugly!"

"...You go quickly!" the little teacher urged awkwardly.

"Then you just said I was a thief...do you also have to apologize to me?"

Xing Twelve stood still, determined to correct the little teacher's misunderstanding of him.

Thief? Is this heart-stealing? Or stealing something?

Father Wen felt that his daughter was basically protecting Xing Twelve! As the Deputy Prosecutor General, it is not easy for him to compete with a weak young man like Xing Twelve! My daughter is clearly partial to this young man!

If he knew Xing Twelve's skills, maybe he wouldn't think so!

"Xing Twelve, please leave quickly! In fact, I don't need your apology at all! We are people from two different worlds. It's best not to meet again!"

When Xueluo arrived, she happened to meet Xing Twelve who had been kicked out.

"Twelve? Why did you come to someone else's house? It doesn't matter if you came to someone else's house...you actually climbed the wall? They didn't take you to the police station as a bad guy, so they are being polite to you!"

Xue Luoluo was not worried about Xing Twelve's personal safety; but she also didn't want the little teacher to call the police and make matters worse.

Seeing that Xing Twelve was silent, Xueluo stopped questioning and gently held Xing Twelve's shoulders:

"Twelve, what's wrong? Do you need me to go in and apologize to Teacher Wen and her family?"

Xing Twelve shook his head and didn't say anything. He just walked forward in a weary manner.

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When Feng Xinglang returned to the Feng family after entertaining, his wife Xueluo had not returned yet.

"My dear son, why haven't you gone to bed yet?"

"It's the weekend tomorrow, so you can go to bed later."

The little guy is still playing with his Power Rangers.

"Where's your mommy?" Feng Xinglang asked again.

"Mommy went to deal with Lao Twelve's emotional problems! She said she would be back later."

"Emotional problems? Xing Twelve's slender head also has emotional problems?"

When he thought of something, Feng Xinglang immediately became alert, "Isn't that guy trying to take advantage of your mother again?"

So, twenty minutes later, Feng Xinglang and his son rushed to Repulse Bay with murderous intent.

He caught his wife who was coming out of Xing Twelve's room.

"Lin Xueluo, you don't care about your eldest son, you don't care about your younger son, and you actually come here in the middle of the night to deal with other men's emotional problems?"

"Keep your voice down! Why don't I care about Nono and Chongchong? Anyway, they care more than you!"

Xueluo glared at the man, "Twelve climbed the wall to go to the girl's house to apologize. I'm so depressed! I'm feeling sad! As his eldest sister, why don't I come to comfort him?! Besides, I'm the two of them. Where’s the matchmaker!”

"Did you really play matchmaker for Xing Twelve?"