I Treat You Like Buddies

Chapter 3 The president and me three

Due to fever, Du Jiu slept very deeply. When he woke up again, it was the next morning. He opened his eyes and found that he was actually lying on his stomach.

With a slight movement, there was a soreness in the back and back.

If it weren’t for feeling that a certain part was normal, he would almost think that he was back in Qin Jiuzhao’s world.

He touched his back. It should be the president’s father who applied the medicine to him and rubbed the bruise. No wonder it hurts.

He was about to turn over, but as soon as he turned his head, he met an enlarged face, which shocked him.

Take a closer look, it turned out to be the president’s father who was asleep.

Du Jiu was motionless for an instant, and when he was sure he hadn’t awakened the president’s father, he moved and pulled his broken leg slowly out of bed.

He looked at the clock before falling asleep last night. It was past one and five. The president’s father applied medicine to his back after he finished the infusion. It was estimated that it was two o’clock before going to bed.

It is rare to meet such a “amiable” and “truth, kind and beautiful” male protagonist, Du Jiu was a little touched: “The world of this kind of routine will be better in the future!”

Think about the worlds he has experienced in the past. It was either a rival to the male protagonist, or a little brother who was turned around by the male protagonist.

What’s even worse is that if the male partner you want to play is a villain, it will be sour and cool. You have to laugh and go on knowing how miserable the ending is.

However, every clearance is a significant improvement in acting skills.

The system hangs up three times daily (1/3): “It’s another day, for the points, for the list, go and fight for the boys! (^o^)/”

Du Jiu: “Before fighting hard, let’s get an analgesic first!”

One night passed, and the painkillers had no effect.

The system reluctantly helped him renew the fee.

Du Jiu: Daily Bullying System Get√

With the blessing of painkillers, he dragged his broken leg and leaned on the wall to jump forward carefully and silently.

No one knows that just a few steps after jumping out, behind the CEO’s father came the hoarse and dull voice because he just got up: “Where are you going?”

Du Jiu’s body stiffened for an instant, and then turned around and screamed: “Go, go to the bathroom…” There are three urgency, not to mention that he even hung up the water last night.

“Stand and don’t move.” Huo Dashao rubbed his eyebrows, lifted the quilt and got off the bed. He walked in front of Du Jiu with his long legs. Without a word, he directly hit and picked him up. Du Jiu was about to struggle. Slap on the ass, “If you don’t want to be lame in the future, just stay and don’t move!”

Du Jiu flushed instantly.

Huo Dashao hugged him into the bathroom, put him in front of the toilet, and helped him take off his pajamas very intimately.

When Du Jiu’s father’s hand touched the waist of his trousers, Du Jiu reflexively grabbed his hand, and when he reacted, he immediately let go and raised his head to reveal a flushed face.

You all blame Qin Jiuzhao, so that he has reached the state of being a soldier and fell!

Huo Dashao chuckled, “It’s all men, why are you shy?”

Du Jiu grabbed the last fig leaf, his face flushed and said: “I, I will do it myself.”

Haha, I think that Qin Jiuzhao’s servant said the same at the beginning, but the result?

Huo Dashao looked at the shy and flustered appearance of the teenager, and found it very funny, and deliberately teased him: “Of course you want you to come by yourself, or want me to help you?”

He pretended to stretch out his hand while speaking.

Du Jiu was taken aback, and hurriedly covered it, and shouted, “No!”

Huo Dashao laughed. Why didn’t he find it fun to make his brother so funny before, and he reached out and rubbed the top of the teenager’s hair: “Okay, stop teasing you, come by yourself, I will wash outside, and then call me. ”

So when Du Jiu solved his physical problem, Huo Dashao hugged him out with a toothbrush, and handed him a new toothbrush with toothpaste squeezed. Du Jiu was flattered.

While brushing his teeth, he called the system: “What’s the situation with President Dad?”

He can guarantee that he is absolutely free of OOC. Every expression and every sentence is based on Huo Jiu’s mentality. It is not that he is too mindful. It is indeed Qin Jiuzhao’s sudden collapse that scared him out, and he can no longer bear the little black house. Pain.

The system checked: “The data shows normal, don’t worry, not every male protagonist is Qin Jiuzhao, he is really an accident.”

Du Jiu asked suspiciously: “I remember that you said the same before Qin Jiuzhao changed his face, what data is normal, and the result?” He was suppressed by Qin Jiuzhao that night.

The system is very upset when being questioned: “My data will never be a problem, unless he is Qin Jiuzhao!”

The heart that Du Jiu mentioned was immediately let go, Qin Jiuzhao had already collapsed with the world he was in, it was impossible for him to exist, and it was even impossible for him to cross the border here.

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Because of the serious injury, Du Jiu could only take time off to recuperate at home. It happened to coincide with Huo Jiu’s small rise to start his summer vacation, but he could not participate in the graduation summer camp.

Du Jiu expressed his gratitude for this. Instead of hanging out with a large group of kids, he would rather stay alone in the room and play with his mobile phone.

Of course, there is also to cultivate affection with Sister Xiaohua.

Huo Jiu is only a male partner after all. When he was a child with the heroine, this plot often appeared in the occasional memories of the heroine, and it was just a few fragmentary fragments showing the two brothers and sisters family.

What Du Jiu had to do was to restore these small fragments.

In view of his broken leg, the martial arts drama was delayed, and the literary drama went first.

The most important thing in several literary dramas is teaching sister Xiaohua to play the piano.

Huo Jiu’s setting is completely opposite to the cold and mature president father. He belongs to the handsome and melancholy handsome man who silently pays.

The heroine also used the words “little prince” and “angel” to describe the teenager Huo Jiu many times in her memory.

The prince Du Jiu has never played it, but there is an angel. He has really been an angel with six wings behind his back. It is a pity that he is a villain. He is destined to blacken, and his wings become black. In the end, the wings are torn. He still has lingering fears when he thinks of it.

With the addition of past experience, Du Jiu perfectly interprets the image of the “little prince” and “little angel” in the heroine’s mind, making Sister Xiaohua get closer to him day by day.

As for the president’s father, although he had previously said that he would go home for dinner, the company was at a critical time. He had the intention and powerlessness. Du Jiu was open-minded and expressed his understanding, in exchange for a hug from the president’s father.

After being injured for a hundred days, the school had already started when Du Jiu was completely injured, and he had to put on his schoolbag and re-experience school life.

Sister Xiaohua also transferred to this aristocratic school in the setting, with only one junior high school and one elementary school.

By the way, Sister Xiaohua has a new name, Huo Chaohua, a homophonic of Huo Zhao Hua, simple and rude, completely in the style of the president’s father.

It was the birthday of the president’s father in a blink of an eye, and it was also a turning point in the relationship between the president’s father and the hostess. Du Jiu prepared a birthday gift for the housekeeper according to Huo Jiu’s past style. .

He was lying on the bed and playing a mobile game with the system. He was about to pass the game. He suddenly heard a knock on the door, and the back door was pushed open three times. It turned out to be the president’s father.

Du Jiu knocked off his mobile phone with lightning speed, took up the book on the bedside table and put on a serious study form. When the president’s father came in, he even pretended to turn over a page with ease.

“Brother.” He called out obediently, with doubts in his eyes.

Huo Dashao walked to him: “It’s not good for your eyes to read less at night.”

“I just flipped it casually…” Du Jiu quickly closed the book and put it aside, as if he was sure to be obedient.

“I received your gift.” Huo Dashao raised his right hand, which had always been behind him, and shook it towards him, holding a small and cute USB flash drive in his hand.

“I’ve seen it, Xiao Jiu played very well.” He praised, and regretted afterwards, “Unfortunately I didn’t hear the live version. Can Xiao Jiu play again in front of me?”

“Now?” Du Jiu was a little confused, what’s the situation? Hasn’t Sister Xiaohua already played for you?

Yes, the gift he gave to the president’s father is a recorded video of him playing the piano. This is given by Huo Jiu every year. It is the cognition taught to him by his biological father who died young. He has to play the piano for each other on his birthday, because the president’s father always gave it to him. It was busy, and he was also a little afraid of him, so I switched to recording video.

Later, there was a sister, Xiaohua, who would play the piano for her every year on her birthday.

According to the plot, Sister Xiaohua learned the birthday song from him, and then played it to the president’s father, which touched the president’s father’s heart and became close to her since then.

Shouldn’t it be “father-daughter love” with Sister Xiaohua at this time, why suddenly came to get close to him?

Huo Dashao glanced at his watch: “No, you have to go to school tomorrow, rest early, and wait for the next opportunity.”

Just talk, it turned out to be polite, Du Jiu instantly felt relieved, nodded and said, “Okay.”

However, I didn’t expect this one to come so soon next time, just this weekend.

Du Jiu was a little surprised when he got up and went downstairs to see the president’s father. He has never seen the president’s father eat breakfast at home in the past six months.

When I turned my eyes, I saw Sister Xiaohua suddenly understand, no wonder.

“Come and sit down.” Huo Dashao nodded the next seat with his chin.

Du Jiu sat here obediently.

“Good morning Brother Nine!” Sister Xiaohua smiled sweetly at him.

Du Jiu was full of energy in an instant, and it turned out that Loli could heal everything.

“Big Brother, Xiao Hua, good morning.”

He took up the milk to moisturize his throat, and curiously said: “Brother, you are not going to work today?”

Huo Dashao wiped his fingers: “I’m not very busy today, I will stay with you at home.”

Sister Xiaohua looked excited: “Brother Nine, Dad is taking a vacation with us today, all day long, I just said I want to watch Brother Nine and I play the piano!”

It’s up to you, I’m purely piggybacking.

Du Jiu murmured in his heart, and showed a happy expression on his face like Xiaohua’s sister: “Brother, really?”

Huo Dashao was seen by his younger brother’s clear and compelling eyes because of the surprise, and the guilt that he had in his heart once again floated up again, and his heart softened: “Really, I promise not to go anywhere today, I will stay with you at home. You said you want to play the piano for me. How about today?”

Du Jiu nodded happily.

After breakfast, Sister Xiaohua took Du Jiuxing and rushed to the piano room.

“Elder Brother Nine plays the piano so nicely, and the Elder Brother Nine who plays the piano is as beautiful as an angel!” She turned her head and said to Huo Dashao, her face full of pride.

Huo Dashao raised his eyebrows and looked at Du Jiu who was sitting in front of the piano, noncommittal.

He admitted that his step-brother is indeed good looking, but unfortunately he is too gloomy and cowardly, he is really a kid, what an angel.

However, when he finished reading it, he completely subverted his mind.

The boy who played the piano completely faded from his gloom, his expression was serious and enjoyable, and his posture was elegant and calm. The morning light spilled from the floor-to-ceiling windows and shone on him, looking ethereal and pure.

Sister Xiaohua turned her head to look at him, with an expression of “I’m right, I really am an angel”.

Huo Dashao pushed his glasses with his fingers and nodded unconsciously.

Really…like an angel.