My online enemy is my wife

I can't wear it...

Feng or lowered his head, "Oh."

"You like that formal suit so much?" Yanqin laughed as he looked at the disappointment in Feng Ru's eyes, "Tell me, what did you hide from me? I only wore that formal suit once at school, so you must be thinking about it so much." What happened."

Feng Ru bit her lower lip, she didn't expect Yan Qin to be so sensitive.Rather than thinking about Yanqin's sea-blue suit, he thought about the song Yanqin sang while wearing that suit.

During the celebration of Donglan No. [-] Middle School, it happened not long after Yanqin had fought for Feng or, and it was also when Feng or's hearing in his left ear had just recovered a little.When he was deaf in his left ear, Feng He could barely hear some sounds with his right ear... As a result, as soon as he recovered his hearing, he heard Yanqin singing on stage.

Yanqin's voice is inherently magnetic, and his singing is already better than ordinary people, plus his outstanding appearance...Feng or listen to it, even if you want to forget it, you will never forget it.But that time Yanqin came on stage to sing temporarily, even if someone took a video recording, the sound quality was not ideal.I wanted to listen to it later, but I couldn't find any resources, so I just kept thinking about it for several years.

Seal or falter, all tricks.

Yan Qin had mixed feelings in his heart.

It's not without reason that Feng Or likes him. He left too many indelible impressions on Feng Or when he was at his most vulnerable.A fourteen or fifteen-year-old boy is fragile and stubborn. He doesn't understand anything, so he can only rely on instinct to overcome his flaws cautiously and clumsily, trying to get close to him.But because he suddenly fell ill and went abroad, the two missed more than a year...

Yanqin closed his eyes, his throat seemed to be blocked, the more he likes to close it, the more he loves him.

Feeling the change in Yanqin's mood, Feng or pursed his lips, "I can tell...I really like you."

Feng You said softly, "Although we have missed it for more than a year, we are not together... um."

Yan Qin raised Feng He's chin, lowered his head and kissed him deeply.

Feng Or was stunned, and obediently parted his lips, allowing Yanqin to invade.

After an unknown amount of time, Yan Qin gently let go of Feng He.

Feng You leaned against his arms softly, her chest rising and falling.

"Want to hear me sing?" Yan Qin kissed Feng He's ear, "Then I'll give you a boyfriend exclusive benefit, I'll sing to lull you to sleep, okay?"

Feng You blushed and hummed lightly.

"Close my eyes and feel your mind..." (close my eyes and feel your mind...)

"You touch my heart and take my breath away..." (You touch my heartstrings, teach me to hold my breath...)

"Tonight, Ifeelclosetoyou..." (Tonight, I feel close to you...)

"You open my door and light the sky above..." (You open my heart and light the sky above...)

"I wish we could stay forever as one..." (How I wish we could stay together forever)

Yanqin's gentle singing voice slowly poured into Feng's ears, coupled with the warm breath lingering around his ears, Feng's ears were blushing, and he squinted his eyes slightly, trying to amplify his sense of hearing, silently memorizing every line of the lyrics heart.

After Yanqin sang a song, he didn't stop to ask Feng or if he liked it or not, and continued to sing some love songs with slow and sweet rhythms for him.

After a long time, Feng You leaned on Yanqin's chest and fell asleep in a daze, muttering: "I like...good night..."

"Good night." Yan Qin gently kissed Shang Feng's forehead.

A sweet dream.

The next day.

"Brother Lang, Brother Feng, you guys are here." Tang Fei yelled as soon as Yan Qin and Feng You entered the classroom, "I checked the clothes for you, and there is nothing wrong with them, so I put them on your desk. However, There are not many markers left, you two share one."

"The clothes are here so soon?" Yanqin came over and saw that many people in the class were impatiently taking marker pens to write and draw on the clothes, and picked up the pens with a smile, "Have you decided to write something?"

Feng or shook his head, he was also attracted to Qingfeng's Q version fan, but he didn't want to expose the fact that the trumpet was in the cp group, so he didn't think much about it.

"Then I'll write for you?" They both had the same size clothes, Yanqin casually unfolded a piece of clothing and laid it flat on the table, and said with a smile, "How about writing your name?"

Feng Or was stunned for a moment, the tips of his ears were slightly hot, and he nodded.

Yan Qin smiled, unscrewed the cap of the pen and sketched a few times on the front of the clothes. The word "Feng or" is flowing, elegant and easy to read. It is his best running script.

"I wrote it for you, Brother Feng will also write one for me." Yanqin handed the pen to Feng He, laid his dress flat on the table, and raised his eyebrows.

Seal or: "..."

Jiang Xue, who had been peeping for a long time: "!!!"

Feng or against Jiang Xue's shining eyes, tried his best to suppress the heat on his face, picked up a pen, and wrote the word "Yanqin" on Yanqin's clothes in a fluttering manner.

On the desk, on the two white T-shirts side by side, there are four big black characters "Yanqin" and "Fenghe". They are clearly written in completely different styles, but they look very good when they are placed side by side.

Jiang Xue was so excited that she almost broke the marker pen in her hand, howling in her heart: ah ah... Brother Lang is so good, so good, writing each other's names, couple T-shirts!

Feng Ru returned the pen to Yanqin, feeling a little sweet in his heart.

Suddenly he felt that it was worthwhile being forced to practice calligraphy by Yang Mingxue when he was a child, otherwise he would not have dared to write Yanqin's name with a pen.

Feng Or wanted to put away the clothes on the table, but Yan Qin refused, "I'll write some more."

Then, Feng You watched Yanqin carefully look at the clothes, thought for a while, first wrote the word "Qingfeng" horizontally with a thinner tip on the lower right corner of the clothes, then turned over the clothes, and wrote the word "Qingfeng" on the right side of the back. On the seat, "Grade [-] Class [-]" is roughly written vertically.

The word "Qingfeng" was written relatively small, and it was close to the hem of the clothes. If you didn't look carefully, you couldn't tell it, but it was these two words that made Feng He's ears all red.

Feng Or didn't say anything in the end, and silently put away his clothes.

In the back row, Jiang Xue opened a pair of big almond eyes, looked at Yanqin, then at Fenghe, and finally looked enviously at the two of them who had received the clothes in the drawer. Hit Yanqin.

Jiang Xue: "Brother Lang!!!"

Jiang Xue: "Shout for the same style!!!"

Yanqin: "...Don't make trouble, your Brother Feng will be upset."

Jiang Xue: "Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo, i dare not ask you to write my name !"

Yanqin: "... just the class?"

Jiang Xue: "Well! I've been thinking about it for a long time, but I don't have any good ideas. I think the class you wrote is the most suitable."

Yanqin didn't reply for a long time, and Jiang Xue thought that her hope had failed, and her mobile phone vibrated.

Yanqin: "No yellow pictures, how about you draw a Q-version head portrait on top of the word Qingfeng?"

Unexpectedly, another mouthful of official sweets, Jiang Xue suppressed screaming and typed with trembling hands: "I, can I have the honor to draw pictures on the clothes of both of you? Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh..."

Yanqin replied in seconds: "You can play whatever you want."

Okay, Jiang Xue died at the speed of light satisfied.

Feng Ruo didn't know that Yanqin and Jiang Xue had a deal in secret, and Lao Hu sent him a WeChat message saying that he had something to discuss with him, and asked him to go out for a while.When Feng Yu came back, he saw the people in the class lined up in front of Yan Qin's seat with their clothes on their hands. Yan Qinsheng took a pen and quickly wrote the class on the clothes, "Tang Fei, what do you think?" do you died?"

Seal or: "..."

Embarrassed, Jiang Xue explained to Feng or in a low voice, "Brother Lang helped me write the class on the back of my clothes, and Tang Fei saw it..."

"Woo... Brother Feng, Brother Feng, save me, Brother Lang is going to kill me!!!" Tang Fei howled.

"No help."

Feng Ruyan flicked the knife, not only did not save him, but also kicked his chair again.

Yanqin laughed, and continued to write the class for the clothes of the classmate.

While writing, Yan Qin felt something was wrong, "Mo Xiao, you cheated on me, the first one was written for you, you come again!?"

After writing more than 30 copies in a row, Yanqin's wrists were really sore.

"No, I wouldn't dare. This is for Lao Xiao..." Mo Xiao scratched his head and said embarrassedly, "When I placed the order, I bought an extra one, and I wanted everyone in the class to sign on it. A name, and give it to Lao Xiao when the time comes."

Although the people in class [-] complained all day long that the head teacher Xiao Yunshan was a bun and thought he was annoying because he talked too much, they really liked the teacher Xiao Yunshan from the bottom of their hearts.As the class monitor, Mo Xiao usually deals with Xiao Yunshan the most, and is also the student who likes him the most. For such a meaningful thing as DIY class clothes, Mo Xiao certainly would not forget Xiao Yunshan, so he quietly prepared a copy for him.

Yanqin was stunned, rubbed his wrists, and wrote "Grade One and Sixth Class" on the back of his clothes earnestly, then thought about it a little, wrote his name on the lower right corner of the front of the clothes, and gave the pen to seal or.

Feng Ru knowingly wrote his own name next to Yanqin's name.

Someone in the class laughed, Feng or pretended not to hear it with a cold face, and threw the clothes and pen to Mo Xiao.

Mo Xiao howled, but the clothes and pens went to the podium, and a group of people laughed and followed, looking for a place on the clothes to sign their names.

"Fuck, Yan Bin, you are shameless! The handwriting is so ugly, you can't write smaller! Bin, you just write it as civil and military."

"Fuck me, Chen Yuan, you bastard, no matter how far your 'far' hook is going to fly, you have divided my 'direction' in half."

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhh... no, that position is my ideal, I want to write there."

The whole morning self-study was harassed by a group of people. Of course, the consequences were quite serious. Mo Xiao, Yan Bin, Xiang Xiang, and Tang Fei who made the most trouble were punished to stand at the door of the classroom, and the T-shirt was given by Lao Xiao. Confiscated.

Mo Xiao muttered: "...Old Xiao is also a coward, he is obviously very happy, and he said it was confiscated."

Xiao Yunshan, who had just walked not far, had sharp ears, "Mo Xiao, as the class monitor, you take the lead in violating discipline, and you will continue to be punished to stand in the next class."

Mo Xiao: "..."

Yanqin couldn't help laughing, and the corners of Feng Ru's mouth were slightly raised. Yanqin saw that he was deliberately leaning towards his ear, and whispered, "Happy? Look in the drawer, there are surprises."

Feng Or immediately reached out to touch the drawer, but there was nothing there except the T-shirt he had put in before. After thinking about it, he took out the T-shirt and unfolded it.

In the lower right corner of the front of the clothes, there is a Q version of the milk fierce villain, which happens to be his Qingfeng fan image.

Feng Ru's eyes lit up.

"How do you know..." Feng Or paused, then suddenly turned to look at Jiang Xue.

Jiang Xue, who was quietly watching the interaction between the two: "..."

Feng Or looked at Jiang Xue, frowned slightly, "Can't draw?"

He wondered why Yanqin would suddenly help Jiang Xue's clothes write the class, and now the case has been solved.

The horse fell too hard to guard against, Jiang Xue couldn't argue: "Ah? Brother Feng, what are you talking about, I don't quite understand..."

Jiang Xue looked at Yan Qin begging for help, Yan Qin smiled slightly and added insult to injury, "Don't look at me, I didn't say it, he guessed it himself."

Jiang Xue: "..."