Senior help me chase him back

After half a month, Song Xiuyang came back as promised, Cheng Qiao, Lu Minghui, and Zheng Shaoyun skipped class and ran to the airport to pick them up.

Cheng Qiao watched Liu Ziming and Adu come out from the plan, but Song Xiuyang was never seen.

Cheng Qiao stepped forward, greeted Liu Ziming who had just walked beside him, and asked about Song Xiuyang by the way.

Liu Ziming had some doubts, "Didn't Song Xiuyang come early? Why, you missed it?"

After understanding, the three of Cheng Qiao knew that Song Xiuyang had deliberately changed the flight before coming and came back early.

Seeing this oolong trouble, Cheng Qiao had no choice but to make a phone call, and only then did he know that he had returned to the dormitory.

Cheng Qiao turned to leave in a hurry, and saw Adu not far away.

It has been a long time since the posting, and no one knows who made the post. Cheng Qiao didn't ask, and Song Xiuyang didn't say anything, but Adu, who was the culprit, couldn't hide his heartache the moment he saw Cheng Qiao. Miserable.

He worked so hard, desperately wanted to stand at the same height as Song Xiuyang, just so that he could see himself.

Getting up early and staying late every day, he needs to study harder than ordinary people, but Song Xiuyang, he still doesn't see himself in his eyes.

He approached Cheng Qiao and passed him, thinking he had nothing to say.

Cheng Qiao took a look at Adu and thought it was ridiculous, and returned to school with Lu Minghui and Zheng Shaoyun.

When he arrived at the dormitory, he opened the door and looked at Song Xiuyang who was sitting on Cheng Qiao's bed flipping through books. Cheng Qiao's heart could not be calm for a long time. He ignored Lu Minghui and Zheng Shaoyun behind him, opened the door and went straight to Song Xiuyang's embrace.

Song Xiuyang dragged his legs and hugged the person in his arms very intimately, looking at the person who was clinging to him, he was in a happy mood.

"Mr. Cheng, I'm back." The voice was low and permeated with magnetism, which made Cheng Qiao feel refreshed.

He couldn't help but put his hands on his neck and offered a mouthful.

"I miss you."

Song Xiuyang fondled his earlobe, put him down, glanced at Lu Minghui and Zheng Shaoyun behind him, leaned close to Cheng Qiao's ear, and said in a low voice: "Hey, if you make trouble at night, there are people now."

Cheng Qiao's white smiling face immediately turned red, he jumped aside as if he was hiding from the plague, and smirked at Lu Minghui and Zheng Shaoyun awkwardly.

Lu Minghui and Zheng Shaoyun looked at each other, feeling blind. Was that shy and cute person they knew Cheng Qiao?

After Cheng Qiao calmed down!He took Song Xiuyang's hand and asked him to sit beside him. Lu Minghui and Zheng Shaoyun also came over.

"Father Yang, since you and Old Qiao are on good terms, why don't you move back here, this bed is empty anyway."

Cheng Qiao sat aside and nodded repeatedly, almost forcing Song Xiuyang to agree.

Song Xiuyang patted Cheng Qiao's hand on his lap, his expression was indifferent, and he couldn't tell what he was thinking, "It's fine when you come back, Cheng Qiao can move in and live with me."

Lu Minghui and Zheng Shaoyun didn't know where they had developed, but Cheng Qiao felt like being peeped by Song Xiuyang's words. Even Lu Minghui and Zheng Shaoyun looked at him, and he felt a little It's different.

"I...Of course I'm in the dormitory, right? Hehe..." Cheng Qiao said this without confidence, because he found that Song Xiuyang was looking at him playfully.

They didn't linger on the issue of living and staying for a long time. Cheng Qiao was unwilling, and Song Xiuyang didn't make it difficult. For him, he could have a hundred ways to make him willing, but right now, he still has one very important thing to do Do.

"Let's go have dinner together. By the way, Minghui took Xia Mo with him, and said to go to the school cafeteria."

Everyone was surprised, "School cafeteria? Senior, did I hear correctly?" Zheng Shaoyun said in surprise.

Song Xiuyang took Cheng Qiao's hand and got up to leave, "Of course, let's go to the cafeteria."

Song Xiuyang's return has already spread in the campus, and the ups and downs of the post incident a while ago can be regarded as the result today.

Song Xiuyang took Cheng Qiao and walked on the campus, seeing the two handsome guys holding hands and eyes full of each other, excited, screaming and shouting completely covered up the gossip.

That night, Cheng Qiao was brave enough not to go back to the dormitory with Song Xiuyang because of his face in the morning, but when he returned to the dormitory, he began to regret it.

I thought about it for a long time tonight, what is face!

It's too late to say anything, the dormitory is closed, he can't beg the vicious auntie in charge, and Song Xiuyang is tired after a day's flight, but it's better to wait until he recovers his strength tomorrow.

With such careful thoughts, Cheng Qiao had a spring/dream all night. When he woke up in the morning, he pulled up the bed sheet and ran to the laundry room outside.

Song Xiuyang went back to school to study the next day after his return. Same as abroad, basic class in the morning and laboratory in the afternoon.

Because of the bed sheet incident in the morning, Cheng Qiao has been in a state of low pressure. When eating in the morning, he was also indifferent to Song Xiuyang.

Lu Minghui and Zheng Shaoyun wondered, they played well last night, so what happened to sleeping?

Song Xiuyang followed him, he wanted to get angry, but he didn't cooperate, bought the rice for him, peeled the eggs, and pushed the food in front of Cheng Qiao.

Cheng Qiao glanced at him, picked it up and ate silently.

Finally, during class in the morning, Lu Minghui couldn't stand it any longer, and secretly asked Cheng Qiao what happened.

It's hard for Cheng Qiao to say it, he can't say that the bed sheets that he thinks about Song Xiuyang are all wet.Reluctantly, he could only find an excuse casually, "I had a disagreement with my senior about where to go on weekends."

Lu Minghui: "...That's it?" He deliberately lowered his voice, and said while paying attention to the teacher on the stage, "My Yang dad just came back, are you going to quarrel with him? Didn't you think about it yesterday? To die or to live?"

"You don't understand, he's taking me to his house on weekends, I mean to play outdoors?"

Lu Minghui thought for a while and asked Cheng Qiao what he did when he was dating abroad.

Cheng Qiao thought about it, dating, it seems that Song Xiuyang is being raped, they really have never dated, even that trip in the RV has become being raped in disguise.

"He's busy with his studies, so I always accompany him to class."

Lu Minghui was speechless, "I feel that you should go to Dad Yang after school to discuss it. It's unbearable to see your typical resentful woman appearance. By the way, I approve that you don't have to come back tonight. When will the agreement be settled? When are you going back to the dormitory?"

Cheng Qiao has a bad face, does this despise him?

Without Lu Minghui's suggestion, Cheng Qiao also wanted to find Song Xiuyang. After all, his anger hadn't vented yet, and he hadn't been thrown down.

After school in the afternoon, Cheng Qiao came to the door of the laboratory early. Because of Cheng Qiao's identity, the teacher in charge of guarding the laboratory couldn't help but tease him when he saw that it was Cheng Qiao.

"Cheng Qiao, come to see you, Senior Song?"

Cheng Qiao nodded with a smile.

Song Xiuyang's studies were a bit more arduous than he had imagined. Leaving aside his classes as soon as he came back, even the labs ended very late.

Cheng Qiao remembered Song Xiuyang's habits. He didn't like to hold his mobile phone very much in the laboratory, so he gave up the idea of ​​calling him.

I thought I could take this time to surprise him.

Cheng Qiao came to Song Xiuyang's rest room based on his memory. The door of the rest room was half open. He opened the door and walked in, just in time to see Song Xiuyang holding a cup.

When Song Xiuyang saw Cheng Qiao, his eyes obviously froze, he put the cup he was holding aside, and walked towards Cheng Qiao.

Song Xiuyang held his hand naturally, and closed and locked the door behind Cheng Qiao casually. He dragged Cheng Qiao to the big table, hugged Cheng Qiao and sat on the table.

He held Cheng Qiao's hand tightly with both hands, groping with his thumbs.

"How come?"

Cheng Qiao was a little nervous by Song Xiuyang's continuous movements. He glanced at the closed door and lowered his head slightly.

"I miss you, I'm back."

Song Xiuyang rested his head on his forehead, and the tip of their noses leaned against the tip of their noses, their aura surrounding each other.

"Why didn't you tell me in advance?" After asking, Song Xiuyang moved his face close to Cheng Qiao's ear, and engulfed his earlobe. hug him.

Song Xiuyang seemed to be deliberately teasing him, holding his hand directly, fixing his hands on both sides of his body, the tip of his tongue kept rotating his earlobe, deliberately distanced himself, and looked at his rosy face. The ear blows.

"Huh? Why don't you answer?"

Cheng Qiao became hot, he could only rub against Song Xiuyang longingly, his body was limp and weak, like a well-behaved kitten, rubbing Song Xiuyang's heart itched.

"I want to give you a surprise."

Song Xiuyang smiled, and stopped teasing him, let go of his hand, hugged his waist, and kept his intimate and long-sleeping mouth tight.

No, both of them waited for too long. Considering Cheng Qiao's feelings last night, Song Xiuyang didn't intentionally keep him, but now, he couldn't restrain himself.

A wanting heart is like a beast that has been besieged for many years. Once a breakthrough is found, it will be difficult to trap him.

His mouth should not be plundered, but conquered, but more urgent and fond.

The breathing of the two became short, Song Xiuyang let Cheng Qiao let him lean on his shoulder, and he followed Cheng Qiao's back over and over again.

Leaning close to his ear and whispering love words:

"Jojo, do you still remember the first time you came here to find me?"

Cheng Qiao slumped on Song Xiuyang's shoulder and nodded, "I forgot to take the key that time."

"Well, you came to me that time, and you were picking up a pen when I came in."

Cheng Qiao nodded.

"I want to say that I have long wanted to /sex/you! When you first came here at the beginning of school, I was thinking, I must put you on this table."

Cheng Qiao: "..."

The two had a heated fight on the table, but unfortunately someone knocked on the door.

Song Xiuyang glanced at the person lying in his arms, he could only help him tidy up his clothes, and kissed Cheng Qiao, "Will you go to my place at night? Huh?"

Cheng Qiao blushed and nodded.

Cheng Qiao's arrival made Song Xiuyang not in the mood to do experiments, so he asked his instructor for leave and took Cheng Qiao to his residence.

When Cheng Qiao looked at the pair of slippers that were exactly the same as Song Xiuyang's in the shoe cabinet, she gave him a blank look.

"I went to buy it yesterday. I was thinking of you coming. I want to prepare some for you."

Song Xiuyang dragged Cheng Qiao to the living room, Cheng Qiao looked at the familiar things, and his memory was brought back to the night of lightning and thunder three months ago.

Song Xiuyang looked at him in a daze, and arranged for him to sit down, "You do it here, I'll pour you a glass of water, because I just came back, and I haven't had time to buy things for making milk tea, why don't you drink some boiled water with me first?"

Cheng Qiao: "Huh? It's good to drink anything with you."

Song Xiuyang approached with a smile, "What about the milk?"

As soon as he mentioned milk, he thought of the embarrassment of last night.

Cheng Qiao took the water glass Song Xiuyang handed him, pursed his lips and asked, "I didn't want to come yesterday, are you angry?"

"No, it's just you, who ignores me in the morning, what are you doing?"

Cheng Qiao stared at Song Xiuyang for a long time, thinking about his stupidity, it's better not to say it, but if he doesn't say that he can get around him, forget it, just close his eyes and say it all.

He thought that Song Xiuyang would touch his head and make fun of him, but he didn't expect that when he opened his eyes, he saw Song Xiuyang's fiery eyes.

"Fool, I want yours too."

After speaking, it was a warm room again.

Cheng Qiao was so tired that she closed her eyes when Song Xiuyang took a bath. After taking a bath, she lay on the bed and wanted to rest for a while, but she didn't want to be entangled by Song Xiuyang again.

This time, he didn't go straight to the point, but detoured with purpose.

Song Xiuyang kissed him over and over again, and kept whispering these words in his ear:

"Don't worry, the school won't check, I will settle it." Bian kissed his earlobe, and seduced him.

"Want it?"

"want."

"what do you want?"

"want you."

"Want me/for what?"

"I want you/fuck me."

"If you want, promise me and move in and live with me."

"Okay," by chance, Cheng Qiao was tempted to agree.