[Wearing Books] School Bully Loves Little Milk Cake

Jian Zhao recalled what he did before, because he saw Ke Ai getting angry and losing his words, now seeing Ke Ai's aggrieved appearance, his heart softened.

He held the thin Ke Ai in his arms, kissed his forehead, and softly comforted him: "Baby, seeing you ruin your body makes me feel bad too. So, don't act like that in the future, okay? Have a temper You tell me, you can tell me if you are dissatisfied with anything."

Ke Ai buried his face in Jian Zhao's arms, tears were raging, he knew that Jian Zhao was very good, Jian Zhao was very good, but before, when he knew that Jian Zhao was good enough, he still couldn't control his temper, Ke Ai I can't help but hate myself like this.

"I... I'm actually very obedient. I really don't lose my temper, and I don't... I don't..."

Ke Ai worried that what he said next would make Jian Zhao unhappy, so he pursed his lips and didn't dare to continue, even if Ke Ai didn't say anything, Jian Zhao understood what he meant, and his eyes were full of helplessness.

To this little brat, say he is well-behaved, many of his behaviors are not well-behaved at all, say that he is not well-behaved, but what he said just now is so well-behaved that people can't wait to hold him in the palm of their hearts.

Helplessness is helplessness, but what should be said to Ke Ai is still the same.

"When you are unhappy, you can lose your temper with me, that's really good."

Jian Zhao rubbed Ke Ai's slightly longer hair, bowed his head and gently kissed away the tears from the corners of his eyes.

What Ke Ai doesn't believe now or what he hasn't understood is not important to Jian Zhao. He doesn't need Ke Ai to be meek and well-behaved, as long as he can be himself.

Although Ke Ai said that there were no knives in the studio, Jian Zhao was still a little worried. Regarding Ke Ai's current psychological state, no one can guarantee whether he will do something impulsive in the next second.

Later, in front of Ke Ai, Jian Zhao carefully inspected the bedroom and the studio, and was relieved only after making sure that there were no more knives.

—Turning his head, looking at Ke Ai who was following behind him with a hesitant expression on his face, he comforted him in a low voice: "It's not that I don't believe you, baby, I'm very scared, you know?"

Jian Zhao pulled Ke Ai into his arms. Ke Ai was even thinner than before, as thin as a handful of bones, and it was not comfortable to hold him in his arms.

Ke Ai buried his face in Jian Zhao's arms, and whispered: "I...I won't do it next time."

Later, after discussing with Ke Ai, Jian Zhao did not hide this matter from Ke Ai's family. The way Jian Zhao likes Ke Ai is not to imprison Ke Ai in a small world, and let him only be around him. I am left alone.

Family and lover are two completely different identities, and the sense of security they can bring to Ke Ai is also completely different.

After Ke Ai fell asleep at night, Jian Zhao had a long talk with the psychiatrist who specially treated Ke Ai, holding a notebook in his hand, and wrote down all the factors that might induce Ke Ai's emotional instability.

Before, the psychiatrist proposed a treatment plan more than once, but Ke Ai was unwilling to cooperate, and Xie's family members couldn't bear to force him, but Jian Zhao was different. Jian Zhao coaxed Ke Ai, and he would 100% compromise.

Accompanied by Jian Zhao, Ke Ai's work and rest have almost returned to normal. Ke Ai woke up just after dawn in the morning. Even though he kept his movements light, Jian Zhao still opened his eyes as soon as he got out of bed. Eyes opened.

"Little boy, what's the matter?"

Originally planning to get up quietly by himself, Ke Ai pouted childishly when he was bumped into, and said in a low voice, "I, I want to paint dewdrops..."

Hearing these words, Jian Zhao lifted the quilt and changed his clothes, followed Ke Ai to the studio to get the drawing board, and the two went to the garden of the villa.

Because Xie's mother likes flowers very much, all kinds of flowers in Xie's villa garden are well taken care of by the gardener. In the early morning, there are still dewdrops on the petals, which make the flowers more delicate and beautiful.

Jian Zhao is very happy to see Ke Ai painting these things, which are much better than those dead leaves and flowers on the other side.

The psychiatrist said that Ke Ai's recent works can more or less reveal Ke Ai's psychological state. In the past few years, the paintings seen by the psychiatrist were mostly dark, except for his simple paintings. Zhao.

Now Jian Zhao can see Ke Ai taking the initiative to draw some sunny things, Jian Zhao is very happy.

Ke Ai moved a small stool and sat on the side of the steps, pinching the paintbrush with his slender five fingers, because before Jian Zhao came, he had locked himself in the house all year round, without seeing the sun, his skin was cold white, delicate and fragile porcelain.

Jian Zhao was standing not far from him. Seeing this scene, he couldn't help but took out his phone and took a photo.

Although they got up early, after Ke Ai painted for a while, the sun had already broken through the clouds. Jian Zhao, who was wearing a loose sweater, had a cute little chin on his head, and the hand holding the paintbrush had an extremely slender wrist.

The whole picture looks very warm.

If Ke Ai suddenly wanted to paint dewdrops before, he would probably choose to stay up all night.

But now, sleeping in Jian Zhao's arms early, and then getting up early, accompanied by the dazzling light of the morning glow, it is only six o'clock after finishing a painting.

After Ke Ai finished painting the dewdrop he wanted to paint, he packed up his things and planned to leave. Jian Zhao suddenly grabbed his wrist. Under Ke Ai's suspicious eyes, Jian Zhao asked with a smile, "Baby, let me draw a picture." Draw, okay?

Ke Ai nodded slightly, put the painted paper aside, cleaned the paintbrush stained with paint, and looked up at Jian Zhao.

"What do you want?"

"A rose in the morning sun."

Jian Zhao pointed to a well-bloomed rose in the flowerbed not far away, Ke Ai nodded slightly, dipped the brush into the paint, and carefully daubed it on the white paper.

Wanting to draw dewdrops was just Ke Ai's sudden impulse after waking up early. After painting casually, he was put aside. Painting roses for Jian Zhao was much more serious.

Ke Ai himself didn't realize how attractive he put all his mind on painting and his focused appearance.

Jian Zhao patiently accompanied Ke Ai. Not long after the sun rose, the sun became brighter and brighter. The two of them were bathed in the morning sun. The light fell on Ke Ai's curly eyelashes. The serious eyes were Jian Zhao The most beautiful scroll I have ever seen in my life.

After Ke Ai finished painting a picture, Jian Zhao held his hand, dipped it in black paint, and wrote a line of words on the signature in the lower right corner: Ke Ai, for her husband.

When Ke Ai saw this line of words, he immediately blew his hair, puffing his cheeks, like a puffer fish. Jian Zhao looked at this sunny and cheerful Ke Ai, with a smile on his lips, and hugged him. shoulder, and kissed him on the lips.

Ke Ai, who was still baring his teeth and claws, was immediately stunned by Jian Zhao's action, and a blush gradually appeared on his jade-like cheeks.

During this period of time, Ke Ai became more and more emboldened by being used to Jian Zhao. He turned his head and gave Jian Zhao a fierce look, and murmured in a low voice, "Next time, next time you write scribbles again, I won't leave you alone." painted."

"I was wrong."

Jian Zhao admitted his mistake very frankly, helped Ke Ai tidy up the painting tools, took Ke Ai's hand into the room, lowered his head to Ke Ai's ear, and whispered: "Dare to do it next time."

Ke Ai's eyes were wide open, and he asked in a low voice, "Aren't you afraid that I'll be angry..." After finishing speaking, he acted fiercely as if he wanted to hit Jian Zhao.

Jian Zhao held his raised hand in his palm, and said with a low smile, "Don't make trouble."

Going upstairs to put down the painting utensils and then going downstairs, Ke Ai squatted next to the cat litter and teased Xiaobai and Xiaohei, Jian Zhao rolled up the sleeves of his shirt, and then went into the kitchen.

Now Ke Ai's situation has gradually begun to stabilize. As long as he is not stimulated by foreign objects, there is not much difference except that he is quieter and more well-behaved than before.

Jian Zhao prepared breakfast and brought it out, holding the freshly baked biscuit in his hand, and handed it to Ke Ai's mouth.

"Today is milk flavor!"

"Well, do you like it?"

"like!"

The corners of Ke Ai's lips curled up, nodded with sparkling eyes, and sat down at the dining table with Jian Zhao, a bowl of porridge, two baskets of steamed buns, and some freshly fried fried dough sticks, served with a plate of pickles .

Jian Zhao stared at Ke Ai's thin wrist, which seemed to be broken at a snap, with dark eyes.

"Baby, go out with me today, okay?"

When Ke Ai heard this sentence, his first reaction was to resist. Even now, Ke Ai still doesn't like places with many people. His reaction was within Jian Zhao's expectation.

Jian Zhao met Ke Ai's eyes, with a smile in his eyes, and asked softly, "You can rest assured that I will go out alone? Baby, what if someone asks for my phone number?"

Ke Ai frowned when he heard these words, he was so tangled up that the steamed buns were no longer fragrant, and he whispered aggrievedly: "You, you are not good."

Even though he said so, the seeds of uneasiness were buried in Ke Ai's heart and slowly germinated.

After eating, Jian Zhao went upstairs to change his clothes. The overcoat couldn't be simpler. Because Jian Zhao was slender, it made him look more unusual. The elegant and noble temperament seemed to be engraved in his bones. .

When Jian Zhao put on Martin boots and was about to go out, Ke Ai clung to Jian Zhao's side like a puppy, quietly grabbed Jian Zhao's wrist, and followed him out the door.

When going out, there was a driver driving, and Ke Ai sat in the back seat, put his arms around Jian Zhao's arms, and emphasized to him seriously: "If someone asks for a mobile phone number, you can't give it away."

"Why? It's like making an extra friend."

Ke Ai's eyes widened when he heard Jian Zhao's words, he stretched out his hand and tugged at Jian Zhao's ears, emphatically aggrieved and disappointed: "You have me...you can't give other people's phone numbers anymore... ..."

"No, or I'll be very angry."

After Ke Ai finished speaking, he seemed to feel that his deterrence was not enough, so he stretched out his hand and made a fierce look, and continued to threaten: "I will be super fierce when I am angry, and I will... I will bite people!"