Senior help me chase him back

When Song Xiuyang dragged his luggage and led Cheng Qiao out of the dormitory, Cheng Qiao was secretly delighted.

As for Adu, from the first time they met, Cheng Qiao didn't have a good impression of this person, and now he hates him even more.

Why did Adu accuse him? Although he did not do well and delayed Song Xiuyang's class, but in what capacity did Adu question him, who gave him the courage, and...

Cheng Qiao glanced at the people standing beside him and walking side by side with him. He couldn't forget Adu and Song Xiuyang standing outside the door that night when it was raining heavily.

And that night, why did Song Xiuyang send him back to the dormitory?Although he was still in a slump at that time and didn't recognize his own heart clearly, he sent him to the door like that, and Song Xiuyang actually sent him back to the dormitory, and left without saying goodbye the next day!

Thinking of this, Cheng Qiao became more and more depressed. He simply shook off Song Xiuyang's hand, walked forward quickly, and pulled the two of them away.

The little boyfriend was inexplicably angry. Song Xiuyang, as her husband, of course had to coax him first, but when he was outside, he could only hold someone's hand again.

But who knew, Cheng Qiao got excited, he held onto it, but Cheng Qiao threw it away.

He held it again, and Cheng Qiao shook it off again.

He held it repeatedly, and Cheng Qiao shook it repeatedly, like a doormat.

In desperation, Song Xiuyang could only put down his luggage, ran after Cheng Qiao for a few steps, and directly imprisoned Cheng Qiao in his arms.

The warm breath sprayed on Cheng Qiao's face, and the effect was obvious, "Still angry?"

"You hurt me." Cheng Qiao wanted to break free, but Song Xiuyang hugged him even tighter.

"Haven't you had enough trouble?"

Song Xiuyang defined Cheng Qiao's protest as "noisy".

"I didn't make trouble, I was just angry, you understand when you are angry!"

Song Xiuyang nodded half understanding.

"You just don't understand! Does that Adu like you?"

Song Xiuyang thought for a while and nodded.

"Do you know what he just said to me in the dormitory?"

Song Xiuyang shrugged and said honestly: "You just said that he reminded you not to delay my study."

"Yeah, why did he come to remind me that I'm your boyfriend? And why did you skip class? Even if I fell asleep, you can still leave me a message to go to class! What's the matter? I haven’t declared my sovereignty yet. He’s here. He’s here to show off his majesty. He’s forgotten who I am! Do you really think that I’m a rotten persimmon for everyone?”

Cheng Qiao chattered in Song Xiuyang's arms, it was the first time he felt that jealous people were so cute.

The thin lips were raised lightly, and she couldn't help leaning closer to imprint a mouthful on his forehead.

Cheng Qiao was stunned by Song Xiuyang's sudden movement, and stared at him blankly.

"What do you want to do, don't think that I will forgive you!"

Song Xiuyang smiled bitterly, people who are jealous really lack a string in their brains.

"Let's go, go back and explain to you, don't you want to know everything? Including what I like about you, I'll let you ask enough tonight, but before that we have to go to the supermarket, huh?" Song Xiuyang deliberately protracted The nasal voice pleased Cheng Qiao.

"Okay." He could only admit that he couldn't bear to be angry with him, Cheng Qiao said: "There must be an explanation, and you need to explain and reflect deeply!"

Facing Cheng Qiao's unreasonable troubles, Song Xiuyang accepted them all, "Okay, as long as you don't get angry, it's fine anyway."

Cheng Qiao continued to lean in Song Xiuyang's arms for a while, then reluctantly left, took Song Xiuyang's hand, and said, "Let's go, let's go to the supermarket."

Song Xiuyang pulled the man back to pull the suitcase, and walked towards the supermarket together.

The two bought some Cheng Qiao's favorite snacks and daily necessities in the supermarket. When Cheng Qiao passed the daily necessities and saw the dazzling array of colorful boxes, he was a little tempted. Will it happen?

Thinking of this, his face became hot again.

Cheng Qiao took advantage of Song Xiuyang standing aside to choose things, sneaked to the side of the daily necessities and picked up two boxes, thinking that Song Xiuyang would find out when he paid, so he went to the cashier to buy chewing gum and paid for it.

"A total of 80 star coins." The cashier's official answer was yes.

Just when Cheng Qiao took out his mobile phone and asked if he could pay by mobile phone, Song Xiuyang's magnetic and bewitching voice came from behind him, "These two boxes should be paid together with these."

Cheng Qiao burst into tears on the spot, what is he doing?

It's okay to secretly buy a set/set/in front of your boyfriend!

Cheng Qiao laughed dryly, looked at Song Xiuyang again without a face, turned around on purpose, there was nowhere to put her blushing face.

The two came out of the supermarket and Cheng Qiao was silent all the way until they returned to the rental room, until he locked himself in the room.

Song Xiuyang was still busy in the living room, but he was annoyed because of the bad shopping experience just now.

He wanted to, but he wasn't that urgent. It was good for Song Xiuyang to find out that he was a yin/demon.

When Cheng Qiao secretly blamed himself for not being reserved, he seemed to forget that it was in the afternoon that he was still courting/loving.

After packing up, Song Xiuyang opened the door and came in, holding a cup of freshly made milk tea in his hand.

Looking at the hot milk tea, Cheng Qiao leaned over, "For me?" He quickly put the matter of self-pity behind him.

"Well, I made it, you try it?"

Cheng Qiao took the milk tea in surprise, and stood in front of Song Xiuyang a little flattered, "You can still make this? It's so good!"

He took a sip of the milk tea, and the rich and mellow milk fragrance instantly filled his mouth, which was no different from the one he bought.

Seeing Cheng Qiao's red lips being delivered to the cup, Song Xiuyang looked a little nervous. He had tasted it several times outside just now. He doesn't like sweets and he can't tell the sweetness of the sweet milky taste, just like People who can drink think that all beers have the same taste.

"Not bad, it tastes great." When Cheng Qiao praised Song Xiuyang, he couldn't help taking another sip. This sip was so big that a little bit of milk dripped from the corner of his mouth.

Cheng Qiao subconsciously licked the corner of her mouth with her tongue, but she didn't know that in Song Xiuyang's eyes, it was a deep temptation.

"Do you want to drink?" Cheng Qiao brought the milk tea in front of Song Xiuyang, tilted her head, and looked at someone expectantly, it was really cute.

Song Xiuyang stared at Cheng Qiao for a long time. The wet red lips opened and closed, causing his eyes to flash and his Adam's apple to roll. He took a sip of milk tea from Cheng Qiao's hand, and without swallowing, he picked up the cup and put it aside. .

Cheng Qiao didn't move, and was held in Song Xiuyang's arms directly, his hands were fixed behind his back, followed by his lips, and even the milk tea in his mouth.

The sweet milk tea entered into the mouth with Song Xiuyang's unique taste. Cheng Qiao couldn't help closing his eyes, and before he could swallow the milk tea, he felt that Song Xiuyang was drinking it bit by bit.

At first, he was like a child who rarely got his favorite drink, liked it but was reluctant to drink it up in one gulp, sip-by-sip like now.

Then, as the last drop of milk tea was drunk, he threw away the bottle reluctantly, and could only lick the mouth of the bottle with his tongue bit by bit, trying not to waste any drop.

In the end, he kept looking for the taste of the drink in the bottle as if he was reminiscing...

The faint scent of milk lingered between the two of them, and Cheng Qiao put his hand on Song Xiuyang's neck, and Song Xiuyang felt stimulated by his youthful response, and continued to deepen the conversation.

This mouth should not last for a long time, so long that Cheng Qiao had to take a big breath because of lack of oxygen, so long that his whole body became limp.

The smell of milk still lingered in his mouth, Song Xiuyang was forced to let go, looked at Cheng Qiao who was out of breath, with a face like a boiled crab, and hugged him tightly.

Cursing her lips, she chuckled, and a warm and slightly hoarse voice sounded in Cheng Qiao's ears, "It's delicious."

He followed Cheng Qiao's example and licked the corners of his lips.

Everything was too sudden, why did Cheng Qiao end up drinking good milk tea and finally turned into an interface? Also, what did Song Xiuyang do just now, it was really too sweet, okay?

Has he really never been in love?

Depend on!Lao Tzu is really about to fall!

Cheng Qiao nestled on Song Xiuyang's neck with his eyes slightly closed, panting heavily, the warm breath on Song Xiuyang's neck made Song Xiuyang's body a little stiff.

"Cheng Qiao?" Song Xiu's voice became hoarse.

"Huh?" Cheng Qiao replied lazily in Song Xiuyang's arms.

"Sit down and I have something to tell you."

"What's the matter?" Cheng Qiao was still clinging to Song Xiuyang's arms.

Song Xiuyang had no choice but to stretch out his hands to support him, and carried him to the bed, while the person with the backpack was obviously frightened.

"So soon, I'm not ready yet, that... Do I have to take a shower first..."

Cheng Qiao was talking incoherently, and he suddenly stopped to look at the man who was silently pursing his lips and smirking.

"What's wrong?" Cheng Qiao asked.

"It's okay, um, you might be thinking wrong." Then Song Xiuyang smiled wickedly.

Cheng Qiao blushed, he knew he was being affectionate again!

ah!He pretends to be passionate countless times a day, can he be any more stupid!

Cheng Qiao was so angry at her own stupidity that she picked up the cup beside her and wanted to cover herself.

Song Xiuyang quickly snatched the cup from Cheng Qiao's hand, and said with a smile, "The one you're thinking of, don't worry, let's finish talking and continue, huh?"

It's over, it's over, Cheng Qiao really has no ability to resist Song Xiuyang's deliberately prolonged ending, how can this person be so flirtatious!

"Oh, tell me." Cheng Qiao sat up from putting on her clothes, straightened her wrinkled clothes, deliberately suppressed the throbbing in her heart, and replied calmly.

"Have you forgotten, you were having trouble at school just now."

"Oh, remember."

"What do you want to know? You ask and I answer."

Cheng Qiao was a little happy, and leaned closer to Song Xiuyang and said, "So now is the time to answer all questions?"

Song Xiuyang glanced at him dotingly, nodded with a smile.

"Okay, let me ask you, what's the matter with Adu? What are you doing outside your house that rainy night? And you seem to be very special to Adu. He can wear your white coat."

Song Xiuyang heard Cheng Qiao's question and was defeated by him. He stretched out his slender fingers and gestured in front of Cheng Qiao, "If I'm not mistaken, you should have four questions."

"I don't care, you say it or not!"

"Say, talk! My husband asked me but I can't answer."

Cheng Qiao was inexplicably sweetened by Song Xiuyang's sudden "husband".

"Adu and I are just ordinary friends. I know he likes me. He confessed to me when he was a freshman, and I also told him clearly that I don't like him."

Song Xiuyang paused, observed Cheng Qiao's face, and saw that he just nodded silently and continued: "It's just that later, he always got along with me as a scholar or a friend, without overstepping, let alone deliberate. He is very close to me, so I can only try my best to distance myself from him."

"As for the fact that you saw him wearing my white coat, it was because his clothes were dirty and you asked Liu Ziming to borrow them. Liu Ziming took my white coat by mistake, that's all."

"Then what about the night you came to Xingguo?" Cheng Qiao stood aside, doubtful, what Song Xiuyang said was too far-fetched.

Song Xiuyang looked up at Cheng Qiao, his deep eyes became brighter and brighter, "He didn't go in, he just stood at the door, how could my house let anyone other than you in?"