After Rebirth: What Should I Do if My Boyfriend Has a Boyfriend?

Jiang Yiyou obeyed his father's wishes and left the country. Honestly, I spent two years in a first-class university in the United States. Then, in my sophomore year, he signed up for the two-year-long exchange student cooperation program between the school and University A without telling his father, and then sneaked back.

The ups and downs of the process during this period are not worth mentioning. In any case, it can be regarded as the same goal in another sense.

He grabbed the lever on the suitcase, standing under the August sun with extreme emotion. If you never see Chu Chuan again, he probably won't even be able to remember the other person's favorite posture on the bed.

Evan, an American roommate who flew together to participate in the exchange student program, raised his shoulder and bumped him and said, "Hey, what are you going to do? They are already here."

The two dragged their suitcases and walked towards the student who had the work card of the Student Union at the school gate.

Among the four people opposite, two men and two women, the girl with long brown curly hair greeted Evan who was walking in front fluently in English. The blond and blue-eyed Evan grinned, but what he spit out was fluent Chinese, "Hello, I have longed for China's history and culture for a long time."

The girl with short black hair exclaimed a little, "Your Chinese is really good."

Evan blinked playfully, "Because I'm a person who participated in the Chinese Bridge."

The eyes of the two girls almost stuck to Evan's deep facial features.

The tall and tall boy on the left helped his glasses and looked at Jiang Yiyou hesitantly, "Japanese?"

Jiang Yiyou: "..."

Jiang Yiyou: "I am Chinese."

The boy's words became poor, "...Hello, are you also here as an exchange student?"

Jiang Yiyou: "Yes."

Boy: "..."

The four people hurriedly led them to the direction of the exchange student apartment. The breeze was mixed with strong summer air, and Evan gracefully raised his right hand and stroked his left forehead, raising a beautiful neckline in the wind, attracting many students on the side of the road to look at him.

He raised the corner of his mouth slantingly, and whispered to Jiang Yiyou: "I heard that the crossover action makes people look more sexy. I don't have to look back to know that there are many beautiful girls watching me now."

Jiang Yiyou: "..."

He deliberately said alarmistly: "You don't apply your sister-making process in the United States to China. You have to know that as long as you have **** with a girl in China, you must marry her."

Evan: "..."

Just when Jiang Yiyou thought the other party had nothing to say, Evan stopped abruptly, his eyes went straight over him and looked behind him, "...then you don't have to marry him if you go to bed with a boy?"

Jiang Yiyou hesitated: "...You're not a **** straight guy?"

Evan did not answer his words, "Is your Chinese boy really handsome and sexy? The one behind you, as soon as I saw his two long legs, I really wanted to turn him onto the bed right away."

Jiang Yiyou's expression was stunned, and then as if thinking of something, his eyes widened suddenly, and he looked behind him quickly-there was nothing behind him, and he saw nothing.

Evan’s laughter squeezed into his ears, "Jiang, do you still say you’re not gay? I’ll say that you went to college in the United States for two years and liked you so many hot girls, but you never had sex. Girlfriend, it’s impossible to be a straight guy. Sure enough, you didn’t respond when I told you that I was a pretty girl, but when I talked about a handsome Chinese guy, you reacted so much."

Jiang Yiyou turned his head silently, trying to make him quieter. But I heard Evan’s short "Mygod" in amazement, and the heavy suitcase fell to the ground at his feet. Someone rammed it with a violent force, and he fell to the ground with him.

The next second, the boy who was pressing on him was pulled up. Jiang Yi stood up on the ground, lowered his head and patted the dust off his jeans. There were two more shadows in front of Yu Guangli, and a melodious and low voice fell into the auricle from the upper right, unfamiliar and familiar: "Sorry—"

Jiang Yiyou suddenly raised his face and looked straight at the speaker.

I caught a glimpse of Evan pushing the suitcase to his side. The handsome and steady boy stopped his voice, and switched to a standard fluent American pronunciation: "Sorry, my friend didn't see anyone behind him, so I hit you. You still Okay?"

Chu Chuan's pronunciation can probably pass the whole street of his authentic American studying dog, but Jiang Yiyou has no time to listen. His gaze swept across the face of the boy wearing single-row roller shoes next to Chu Chuan, and finally fell on the opponent's wrist.

Since just now, Chu Chuan has never let go of the hand that was grasping on the opponent's wrist when he got up.

Jiang Yiyou's eyelids were half drooping, and the urge to cry instantly surged. He put his hands in his trouser pockets, raised his face and looked up at Chu Chuan who was several centimeters higher than himself, and replied in English indifferently: "It's okay, you can go."

It's all right.

So what the **** is going on?

If he remembers correctly, at this time in his last life, it was he who made Chu Chuan teach the pulley hand by hand. The butterfly of fate fanned him to the United States on the other side of the ocean, but left Chu Jiari beside Chu Chuan, taking his place?

So from beginning to end, he was the only one affected by the butterfly effect?

What kind of mess is this? He just wanted to pull the progress bar desperately to jump to 30 years old, hug Chu Chuan and let the other party **** him hard. Tell him that this world where Chu Chuan is not with Jiang Yiyou is just a dream. A ridiculous dream.

It's a pity that from the day his college entrance examination results came out, he was destined to be 30 years old, and the person lying on Chu Chuan's bed and rubbing his ears would probably not be himself.

Jiang Yiyou was at a loss and panicked.

Maybe he shouldn't choose to go abroad, but like Chu Jiari, choose other colleges near A University. He just wasted two years of time and gave his boyfriend a hand.