Chapter 178: The Old Father Makes a Move

Evening, John's home.

After dinner, the adults sat together chatting about daily life, occasionally bringing up topics about the two children.

John and Hermione were huddled together at the other end of the sofa, ostensibly watching TV, but their peripheral vision was constantly meeting.

Because the two were squeezed completely together, their hands, leaning against each other, were secretly pinching each other.

Yes, pinching.

I don't know what happened, but ever since Hermione arrived here, she had been secretly tormenting him from time to time.

The key was that she would run away after tormenting him, and he couldn't retaliate because the adults were present.

Now he had found an opportunity.

The two were stuck together, secretly pinching each other.

Don't look at the happy family expression on their faces right now; in reality, the veins on their foreheads were popping out.

"Ouch."

Hermione let out a soft cry from being pinched, but still endured it without making a scene, only glaring at John.

John squinted triumphantly, and the next moment, he felt his kidney being twisted by Hermione's magic claws.

"Ouch!"

John couldn't help but shout, immediately drawing the attention of the adults.

"What's wrong?"

John's old father looked suspiciously at John and asked strangely.

"Nothing, Uncle, he was just bitten by a mosquito, right John?"

Hermione spoke up with a smile before John could open his mouth, while her hand secretly twisted even tighter.

John gritted his teeth, squeezed out a smile, and nodded, the veins on his forehead throbbing.

While maintaining his smile, he pressed down on Hermione's hand, letting his kidney escape her magic claws.

For the safety of his kidney, John grabbed Hermione's hand tightly.

After Hermione struggled a few times to no avail, she simply pinched John's hand back.

The two old fathers couldn't see any problem, but the two mothers saw the clues.

However, they just looked at each other and smiled, continuing to chat as if they hadn't seen anything.

John and Hermione still maintained a surface calm, but underneath, their hands were fighting fiercely.

They were chatting with the adults from time to time while pinching each other to see the other make a fool of themselves.

After a while, perhaps they were tired.

The two gradually stopped and rested against the sofa.

At this time, the old father happened to bring up the matter of John writing a letter this semester asking them to prepare dance costumes.

"Speaking of which, you brat haven't told us about that dance yet."

The old father looked directly at John and asked with slight dissatisfaction.

At the time, John only wrote a letter asking his parents to prepare the costumes and didn't mention much about the dance; they didn't even know who John's dance partner was.

John was distracted, and hearing his old father's question, he coughed twice.

He was indeed in the wrong about this; he had completely forgotten to mention it to his family at the time, his whole mind was on Hermione.

Although the Granger couple had heard their daughter mention the dance, their daughter also kept her mouth shut, so they also looked at John curiously.

"Ah... just a bunch of people dancing there, what's there to talk about..."

John replied vaguely, also glancing at Hermione beside him.

Hermione also blushed from his look; after all, they attended the dance together and had such subtle intimate contact before and after the dance.

Being suddenly brought up, it was inevitable to think of some heart-pounding moments.

The two's little actions made the two mothers exchange a meaningful look.

"Then who is your dance partner?"

The old mother asked with a smile.

"Uh... um... just, Hermione."

John scratched his head, then scratched his mouth, and then it took him half a day to say Hermione's name.

Hermione was also blushing on the side, not daring to speak, feeling quite embarrassed.

The two mothers' smiles deepened.

And Mr. Granger heard John's words and looked at his daughter's expression again.

He immediately reacted, his face gradually turned rosy, he squinted his eyes, and his mouth curled into a ferocious smile.

"So that's how it is, I was wondering why my daughter wouldn't tell us about the dance..."

So his own cabbage was about to be arched.

He just wanted to lean toward John, but the next moment John's old father made a move.

He put his arm around Mr. Granger's shoulder.

"Oh haha, brother, we haven't had a drink in a long time, why don't we take this opportunity to have two?"

"... No, I have to drive later."

"What car, stay here tonight, there are plenty of rooms."

"No, I..."

Mr. Granger really wanted to refuse, but John's old father dragged him to his wine cabinet.

He opened the wine cabinet with a smile and took out a bottle of rare whiskey that he usually couldn't bear to drink.

Seeing this wine, Mr. Granger's eyes brightened, and even the strength of his struggle unconsciously loosened a bit.

The two old men had long become drinking buddies when their children went to school, often making appointments to have a few drinks at the bar.

That's why their relationship seemed so tacit at this moment.

"A good wine a big client gave me last time, I haven't been able to bear opening it, want to try?"

Mr. Granger subconsciously took the wine glass, but still looked at John on the sofa behind him worriedly.

John shrank his neck from his look.

Fortunately, the old father made a move again, pulling Mr. Granger to sit by the wine table, and opened the wine without saying a word.

Immediately, the rich aroma of the wine pulled Mr. Granger's attention away.

Seeing that her man was also drinking, Mrs. Granger hurriedly gestured to John and Hermione, telling them to go back to their rooms quickly and not be an eyesore here.

John understood, and gave his old father a thumbs up from afar.

The old father also secretly gave him a thumbs up.

The tacit understanding between father and son, no need for more words.

Then John pulled Hermione and walked quietly into the inner room.

When they left, they both forgot that the hands they were struggling with under the sofa were still holding each other tightly.

The two mothers saw it and their eyes brightened, leaning together and covering their mouths to giggle.

Mr. Granger was completely attracted by the wine of John's old father and didn't notice that the two children had slipped away.

When John left, he didn't forget to pick up Big Orange and bring it into the room.

Big Orange meowed expressionlessly, letting John carry it by the scruff of its neck.

"Almost got solo-killed by your dad..."

After returning to the room, John couldn't help but let out a long sigh of relief and said.

"My dad isn't that scary."

Hermione sat on John's bed familiarly, and then said amusingly.

"Of course you don't think so..."

John threw Big Orange onto the bed while climbing onto his comfortable bed, then burrowed into the quilt.

Big Orange turned over lazily, pressing down on the corner of John's quilt.

Luxury cat.

John turned his head to look at Hermione and suddenly started laughing.

"You guys can't go back tonight, stay here for the night."

"I'm fine with anything..."

Hermione didn't have any resistance to staying at John's house for the night; it wasn't the first time anyway.

However, she immediately heard John's subtext and looked at him with a blushing face.

John patted the bed beside him, signaling Hermione to lie down here.

Hermione widened her eyes, her cheeks even redder, and picked up a pillow to slap John's face.

"Dream on! You go sleep on the floor!"

"Ouch!"

John rubbed his nose in pain, then said righteously.

"Why sleep on the floor when there's a bed... and it's not like it's the first time we've slept together..."

Hermione was speechless, remembering the Quidditch World Cup last year.

She did sleep with John for one night, and she was even held in John's arms while sleeping...

"That was because I was too tired, and I was dazed..." Hermione stammered, her fingers unconsciously twisting the bed sheet.

Her cheeks were so hot they felt like they were going to burn, and she didn't dare to look at John's face.

However, she didn't feel shy for long before she suddenly remembered something.

"Eh, right."

Seeing Hermione suddenly look up, her eyes shining scarily, looking at him with a mischievous smile.

"I remember, during the Quidditch World Cup, you seemed to owe me a condition."

"Ah?" ===== CHAPTER 179 =====