A Guide to Saving the Wicked

The way Jing Haoyang looked at him was too weird, Xie Jiawen awkwardly maintained his smile for two seconds, and then put down the corners of his mouth shyly.

Isn't he a little silly like this?

It was even more embarrassing to think so.

Also, there is no one who smirks at others inexplicably while eating, like a fool.

So is he crazy? He suddenly smiled at him like that.

After finally surviving dinner, Xie Jiawen made an excuse to take a rest, and hurried upstairs to the bedroom, not wanting to let the embarrassment that followed him stick to him.

The scene just now is still echoing in my mind, Jing Haoyang's weird eyes must be looking at a fool - can there be anything more embarrassing than this in this world?

The code that I promised others to hand in before is still a week away from the deadline, so hurry up and do it now, otherwise he will die of embarrassment if he stays here.

Thinking of this, he almost held back the desire to run and rushed to the bedroom.

Jing Haoyang sat on the chair with his arms folded, quietly watching Xie Jiawen's back as he left in a hurry, frowning slightly.

Eat too little.If you sprinkle a handful of meat on the ground, hamsters will eat more than him.

He even has the bad habit of falling asleep after eating.

Does he know that he is really weak?Weak and unwilling to change, but also indulge yourself.

The next day, Xie Jiawen, who was obsessed with coding and didn’t go to bed until three o’clock in the morning, was still sleeping in the dark, while Jing Haoyang, whose schedule was as steady as a crowing rooster, had successfully completed a round of warm-up.

It was rare for him to feel restless during the warm-up, and he looked frequently at the window of Xie Jiawen's bedroom on the second floor.

Is Xie Jiawen a pig? Why is he still sleeping?It's seven o'clock.

He only sleeps without exercising, and only eats and supplements without exercising. He himself treats himself as a pig.

The more he thought about it, the more worried he became, Jing Haoyang put back his long legs that were about to run, and turned directly to Xie Jiawen's window - kicking hard with his hind legs, he jumped up the wall with a sprint, his hands were extremely flexible, and his fingers were clasped on the wall In a few strokes, he climbed onto Xie Jiawen's window sill.

Gently pushing open the half-closed window, Jing Haoyang jumped directly into Xie Jiawen's room.

Because of the hot weather, Xie Jiawen only used the air conditioner to cover his stomach, and his pajamas in summer were short and thin. Jing Haoyang could clearly see his bony body, and his brows twitched immediately.

"Xie Jiawen, get up!"

The person on the bed seemed to be dead asleep.

"Xie Jiawen?"

The sleepy boy with a flushed face unconsciously hummed, turned over and continued to sleep.

At that moment, Jing Haoyang's eyes were a little dangerous.

— Pigs hum.

He directly pinched the corner of the quilt, stretched his arms and shook, a gust of wind brought by the quilt hit Xie Jiawen violently, he opened his eyes in confusion, the peach blossom eyes were full of sleepiness.

"What's wrong……"

The tone of the voice that just woke up was extremely hoarse, intertwined with the clear voice of the boy himself, so soft that one couldn't help but want to press him tightly in his arms...

Jing Haoyang became angry when he heard the voice, and the iceberg figure collapsed immediately, only the handsome man was still struggling: "It's eight o'clock! Why are you still sleeping? Get up and do morning exercises with me."

After hearing Jing Haoyang's voice, Xie Jiawen woke up quickly, and slowly sat up on the bed and glanced out the window.

The sun just came out with a hazy light, and it didn't look like eight o'clock in summer.

But after all, it's not time for me to be at home alone, Xie Jiawen didn't say anything, but let Jing Haoyang go out first: "I'll come down after I change my clothes." As for morning exercises... delay.

Jing Haoyang didn't care about Xie Jiawen's reluctance, after he achieved his goal, he went as he came, and jumped out of the window in front of Xie Jiawen's face, what a chic and neat figure.

grass!Fuck! ! !

Xie Jiawen was so frightened that he jumped to the window and looked down. All the moments of drowsiness disappeared!

A big living person jumped from the second floor in front of you! ! !

Under the window, Jing Haoyang in sportswear was jogging, with his back facing Xie Jiawen's direction, his figure was particularly vigorous.

It doesn't look like a jumper at all.

……

Xie Jiawen propped his feet on the table all the way back to sitting on the bed, his heart was beating wildly, and it took him a long time to regain his senses and pick up the phone next to the pillow to check the time - 6:43.

Only at 06:30, he was so moved that he was about to cry.

But he didn't feel sleepy anymore...

There's never been a more lucid time than this moment.

After all, a pretty guy just jumped off the second floor in front of him...

Woke up resignedly, Xie Jiawen saw some slices of toast and half a glass of milk on the dining table downstairs, which were used to cushion his stomach.

After eating in a hurry, Jing Haoyang, who just came back from two laps, dragged them to run together in the yard.

When he remembered again, his eyes were darkened, and his body was sitting on the dining table in a weak state.

Jing Haoyang brought over a bowl of white fungus soup that his aunt specially cooked for Xie Jiawen: "Drink."

Xie Jiawen subconsciously stretched out his hand to pick it up, but found that his hand was trembling in mid-air like a Parkinson's, uncontrollable like his own hand at all.

What did he go through...

Jing Haoyang glanced at Xie Jiawen with a little disgust, took a spoonful of white fungus soup and yelled at him: "Open your mouth, you're exhausted, I'll feed you."

Except for feeding Xie Jiawen old hen soup in the hospital not long ago, Jing Haoyang, who has almost never served anyone, when a spoonful of white fungus soup was handed to Xie Jiawen's mouth, the bowl did not follow.

As we all know, tremella soup never makes sense.

In the dull gaze of the two, the sticky and silky soup dripped onto Xie Jiawen's pants in an irreversible manner, dripping down with silk, and then dripping from the pants to the ground... The scene was suddenly unbearable head.

Xie Jiawen blushed so much that she wanted to die.

On the contrary, Jing Haoyang, the king of strong mouth, after experiencing the bewilderment that the tremella soup would drip down at the beginning, immediately couldn't describe it in his mind... so thin, my little brother has a kidney deficiency.

But you can't say that, so Jing Haoyang raised his chin to Xie Jiawen's pants with his hands full, and apologized to Xie Jiawen with a very upright expression on his face: "Sorry, I didn't know it would drip. I will feed you first Finish drinking, it's already dirty anyway, I'll go up and change it later."

Now not only his face, Xie Jiawen's ears were blushing, and he didn't know how to express his complicated mood with his eyes.

Jing Haoyang returned to his old business, and immediately put the bowl on Xie Jiawen's lips before he could say no, and forcefully poured it into him.

"Woo... woo... woo..."

Xie Jiawen's eyes were blushing and seemed to be covered with a layer of mist, so wet that they couldn't focus.

The shiny lips are the remaining white fungus.

He was completely square, but Jing Haoyang's strength was not enough for him to struggle, and he was force-fed a bowl of thick white fungus, and there were suspicious marks on his pants.

When he smirked at Jing Haoyang last night and was looked at by Jing Haoyang like a fool, he felt that there could be no more embarrassing thing in the world than that.

He was still too young indeed.

Never seen it on the market.

The analysis of the environment in the brain has stopped, and Xie Jiawen froze in place.

Jing Haoyang also suspected that he was too rude to cause trouble, so he carefully picked up Xie Jiawen, walked upstairs and sent him back to his own bedroom: "...you change, I'm going to the company first. What's the matter?" You can give Kim... call me."

Xie Jiawen had already regained his senses when he was hugged by Princess Jing Haoyang, but he would rather not be sober at all.

So when Jing Haoyang spoke, he only hummed in a low voice, and didn't even meet Jing Haoyang's eyes.

Jing Haoyang became more and more aware that he seemed to have stepped on a thunderstorm, and the little brother looked like he was about to explode, so he turned around and left.

Xie Jiawen sat on the bed, her eyes fixed on the wet lump on her trousers...

Die with a smile.