The domineering husband and wife of the cruel school god

Yan Xin didn't look back with his bald head, but he could hear a laugh, and asked, "Is it comfortable for you to sleep in such thick clothes?"

It sounded like he wasn't surprised that Wu Jing wasn't asleep at all.

Wu Jing moved his eyes away, snorted, and said, "I'm cold."

"Oh," Yan Xinguang changed his clothes, threw off the blanket and lay down next to him, and said sharply, "Yesterday was colder than today."

The two lay side by side, there was not much room in the tent, even though Wu Jing intentionally moved away, the other party still kept sneaking towards him with faint signs of presence.

Wu Jing closed her eyes, and said in self-defeating, "Can it be the same indoors and outdoors? I feel like sleeping here is [-] times colder than last night."

Yan Xinguang adjusted his posture, put his arms under his head, and ignored Wu Jing.

Just when Wu Jing thought he was really asleep, he heard him say in a low voice: "I took out your pajamas and put them on the left side. If you want to wear them, change them yourself. I'm asleep."

Wu Jing took a look, and sure enough, he saw that the pajamas he wore last night were placed on the lower left, quietly folded into a neat square.

When he went out, he put it in Yan Xinguang's backpack together with a lot of snacks.

Wu Jing opened his eyes and thought for a while, but closed his eyes firmly again, and did not touch the suit.

After saying good night, Yan Xinguang didn't fall asleep immediately, Wu Jing could hear the rhythm of his breathing, obviously he was still awake.

In fact, Yan Xinguang is just not used to it, he is waiting.

After all, Wu Jing the night before was jumping up and down before going to bed, wanting to chat and taking selfies, as active as a monkey, is he so quiet and so obedient today?Sleep right away?Yan Xinguang was suspicious.

But since Wu Jing didn't make any demands, he didn't move.

What Yan Xinguang has the most is patience.

The two of them pretended to be asleep with their own concerns, and the drowsiness gradually rose up as they pretended to be asleep.

I was really tired today, tall and mighty like Yan Xinguang, and I couldn't bear it anymore. After 10 minutes without hearing Wu Jing, I gradually fell asleep.

And Wu Jing also listened to the whistling wind outside the tent, shrank his head into the blanket a little bit, and leaned against Yan Xinguang involuntarily, forcing himself to fall asleep.

After sleeping in a daze for an unknown period of time, Wu Jing wandered through at least ten dreams and became sober again.

Each dream is very similar, in which there is a man with eight-pack abs and blue pajamas smiling at him, sometimes smiling at him in the pool, and then smiling at him in the woods after a while.

Suddenly, the scene changed, and the man ran after him ostentatiously. Wu Jing yelled while running, but in the end he couldn't escape the mysterious dog man's clutches and was thrown to the ground.

The mysterious man had a mask on his face, only the lower half of his face was exposed, and he approached him with an evil smile. Wu Jing was furious. He thought to himself that even if Lao Tzu lost his innocence today, he couldn't just let it go so vaguely, so he stretched out his hand He grabbed the mask, but was firmly restrained by the wrist.

Wu Jing immediately faltered, and asked tremblingly, "Why are you pressing me?"

The man's voice was soft and pleasant, and it sounded familiar: "Because you seem to want it."

Wu Jing: "..."

I want your mother!

With a strange force, he broke free from the hands held by the man in the mask, and took off his mask abruptly.

Wu Jing looked at this handsome and gloomy face that he was so familiar with, and confirmed that this coquettish man who had been harassing him in his dreams did indeed have the same face as Yan Xinguang.

Then, literally, Wu Jing was scared to pee.

Because he found that what this man said was right, he really wanted it.

Wu Jing slept very uncomfortable this time, maybe it was because he was wearing such thick clothes to sleep for the first time, or maybe he had such not-so-pure nightmares in succession. In short, when he opened his eyes, his first feeling was I must be very emaciated now.

The second feeling was that after he felt the unknown abnormality in his body with his heart, Wu Jing was stunned for two seconds, then opened the curtain and ran out facing the early morning mountain wind.

He thought while running, but luckily when he woke up early in the morning, some people were gone.

After searching for a long time, Yao Bin breathed a sigh of relief when he found Wu Jing on the observation deck.But when he walked over and saw Wu Jing's solemn expression, he raised his tone again.

Yao Bin: "What are you doing? We've been looking for you for a long time."

Wu Jing tilted his head, and quickly grasped the point of his words: "You?"

Yao Bin nodded: "Well, I still have Fatty and the Great God, and I'm having breakfast, go back quickly, I'll be waiting for you."

After pulling it a few times, he found that he couldn't move it. Yao Bin went to look at him inexplicably, and saw that Wu Xiaojing, who was always cheerful and optimistic like the little sun, had two thick blue and black streaks, the kind of black that obviously didn't rest well. It is obviously different from the bruise on the cheekbone the day before.

Yao Bin was shocked, and thinking of Wu Jing sleeping with Yan Xinguang again last night, he couldn't help but think a little more.

His family, Wu Jing, probably slept with Yan Xinguang twice, why did it happen every time!

Does the Great God have any strange hobbies?Like turning into a violent maniac as soon as he falls asleep?

After thinking about these thoughts, Yao Bin's tone became much more serious when he spoke again: "Jing'er, tell me honestly, for the past two consecutive nights, you slept with the Great God, and both..."

"I think, Yao Bin," Wu Jing interrupted him before he could finish the question, and said with some difficulty, "I think..."

"Ah?" Yao Bin stared at his miserable face, and was forced to scratch his head by his stammering tone, "What do you think, tell me."

As if Wu Jing had finally made up his mind, he suddenly raised his head and opened his eyes wide, making the already somewhat round eyes even more round, and Yao Bin saw a little red blood.

"I think I'm going to cheat."

Yao Bin: "..."

Yao Bin: "..."

Yao Bin: "????"

Wu Jing is going to cheat, but Yao Bin thinks he is going crazy.

Seeing Yao Bin's face full of information and his big head crashed, Wu Jing became agitated for a while, thinking that he shouldn't be so impulsive to tell him the situation, this thing is not useful at all.

However, "I'm going to cheat" is indeed the definite conclusion he came to after thinking here for so long.

First of all, did he fall in love with Yan Xinguang?yes.

Time after time, my heart beats faster because of his approach, and I care more and more about him. When I smile, I always look for his face at the first time, and now even the object of the first erotic dream is him... Although this erotic dream is very It's weird and unusual...

He didn't want to admit it, but he had to admit that he fell in love with this boy who always looked serious and cold.

Second, is he already a married man?yes.

It wasn't long before the family's arranged marriage was settled, and his fiancé was still fresh and hot, and not long ago, he went to a certain high-end dinner party, bragging about to announce to the heirs that he and his fiancé had a very good relationship... Looking at him, she has already married him as his husband.

To sum up, Wu Jing definitely felt that she had cheated.

However, the reason why he was so entangled and painful was not only because of this, but because he suddenly remembered what Liu Lei, the gossip king, once said, that Yan Xinguang is also a fucking married man!

It was the first time in 16 years that she was in love, and when she encountered this kind of Shura field, Wu Jing felt that no one could find anyone worse than herself.

He stretched out his hand to grab Yao Bin's arm, and said seriously, "Bin'er, I want to ask you something."

Yao Bin bounced up instantly as if being pricked by a needle. Judging by the dislocation of facial features on his face, he probably hasn't digested the bad news yet.

"Oh, oh..." He nodded in a daze, trying to regain some sense, "What did you just say?"

Wu Jing looked at him speechlessly, and repeated it in a straight voice.

"I cheated, and I cheated on a married man."

Yao Bin looked as if he had been defocused by Regina.

Originally, he came to find someone, but in the end Wu Jing led him back like a servant.

When Yao Erniu announced that the activity on the last day was to experience the painstaking efforts of the farmer's uncle in planting in the spring, Yao Bin hadn't followed the tongue twister "Wu Jing fell in love with the Great Master, but he already has a wife, and the Great Master has a wife." Relieved from the curse.

Wu Jing said that before going to the ground, he had to change his clothes.

Yao Bin didn't ask him why he insisted on changing clothes. In short, after Wu Jing just threw a shocking bomb, Yao Bin felt that it would not be strange for him to eat shit now.

Yao Bin let him out outside the tent that hadn't been taken away, but he was still shocked when he saw Wu Jing coming out in a different outfit.

Yao Bin: "...I can understand that people in love generally have low IQs, but are you exaggerating a bit, are you wearing pajamas?"

The bit of fabric protruding from Wu Jing's neckline is not pajamas.

Wu Jing glanced at him, pulled up the zipper a little, and asked, "Can you still see it now?"

Yao Bin said in awe, "I can't tell."

The two of them walked to the gathering place together, but the line had already gone down one after another, and the two of them were left at the end, chatting with each other while going down the mountain.

Yao Bin's receptivity was stronger than expected, half an hour later, he was able to talk to Wu Jing naturally.

The first question he asked was: "When are you going to tell the Great God?"

Wu Jing's reaction was even less like a party than his, "Huh? Why did I say that?"

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