[Wearing Books] School Bully Loves Little Milk Cake

Jian Zhao raised his head in surprise, and saw Ke Ai standing not far away from him. Ke Ai grabbed his clothes, bit his lower lip, and walked in front of Jian Zhao, gently pulling his arm, his voice remained the same. Ruannuo, but the distress in it can be heard easily.

"Jian Zhao, that stinky old man is stupid, so he doesn't understand anything and talks nonsense, you... you are fine, and you are not a pervert, he is a pervert, he is an old pervert, his head is full of super confused Perverted... um..."

Jian Zhao grabbed Ke Ai's wrist and pulled him into his arms. Ke Ai's nose hit Jian Zhao's chest, and it hurt a little from the knock. He stopped his voice and wanted to rub his nose, but Jian Zhao had no choice but The bondage was very tight, and he struggled twice, frowning only to endure it.

Rather than a hug, what Jian Zhao wants to do is to kiss Ke Ai.

How could there be such a cute little broken child in the world?Du Xi vented her anger in a low voice with childish words, she couldn't even swear a swear word when she was in a hurry, but it was such a childish and funny appearance that made Jian Zhao's heart soften.

He could clearly feel that this little brat...was feeling sorry for him.

People are like this most of the time. When a person is helpless, no matter how many storms and waves there are, he can carry them by himself without fear.

But as long as there is an arm by which I can rely, as long as someone starts to feel sorry for me, the originally indifferent feeling of grievance seems to be drawn into a thread, gradually diffused, and then densely covered the whole heart.

"Jian Zhao...can I swear a few bad words in a very unbecoming way..."

Ke Ai looked at Jian Zhao cautiously and asked, feeling that the swear words had already reached his lips, but he was afraid that Jian Zhao would think that he was a naughty child, so he held back and dared not say it.

"Baby, um."

"I think that dead old man just now is a stinky idiot, his head is full of shit, he is ugly, and his speech is so ugly, I can see his saliva flying far away, ugly and bad" Ke Ai After Jian Zhao nodded in agreement, a long list of swear words came out immediately, obviously these words had been held in his heart just now, and he started cursing after waiting for Jian Zhao's consent.

It was clear that the person being scolded was his father, but Jian Zhao rarely felt any displeasure in his heart.

Finally, there was also a person who defended him irrationally when he was treated unfairly. Ke Ai's light-blond hair was blown out in anger, and his small mouth was sharp.

Jian Zhao stretched out his hand to hug him even tighter. In the past, among his own requirements for his partner, he also included good manners. Such irrational swearing should clearly be an act that annoys him, but now...

Jian Zhao only felt that his whole heart was going to be filled with warm emotions, and the touch and warmth almost overflowed.

"Well...Jian Zhao, you can't breathe when you hug me..."

Jian Zhao hugged Ke Ai with too much strength, and held him tightly in his arms. Ke Ai was strangled so hard that he couldn't breathe, Jian Zhao subconsciously let go of his grip.

Ke Ai stretched out his hand and gently patted his small chest, put his arms around Jian Zhao's thin waist, buried his head in his arms, and said in a soft and coquettish voice: "As long as you don't hold me tightly It hurts too much, so I'll let you hug me obediently, Jian Zhao...that stinking old man is talking nonsense, he doesn't understand, he's a villain."

"You are not the pervert he said, he is... a stinky pervert..."

"You are the best and best person in this world!"

Ke Ai's eyes were shining, and he looked at Jian Zhao with fiery eyes, with a firm and enthusiastic appearance, as if he was looking at his own belief.

Jian Zhao is extremely firm in his plans for his future and his relationship. Every step he will take in the future has already had a definite answer in his mind. He will not change his mind just because of others' words, but he will not It means he won't feel uncomfortable.

In particular, the person who spoke of him in such insulting words was his nominal and biological father.

It won't affect his future planning because of this, but his mood will inevitably be covered with a layer of gloom.

Ke Ai who just appeared here suddenly, to him, is like a ray of light breaking through the darkness, illuminating his whole world and sweeping away all the haze.

Jian Zhao chuckled lightly, and hugged this person who he said could be well-behaved by him into his arms. He didn't use too much force to fill Man Man's arms as he did just now.

Ke Ai frowned and hugged Jian Zhao's waist, patted him on the back clumsily as if he had coaxed himself many times before, emphasizing over and over again: "That man is a villain, he is talking nonsense, Jane Zhao, you are very, very nice."

Jian Zhao just looked at Ke Ai's appearance of maintaining himself, the corners of his lips became more and more curved. Father Jian, who had just found out all the documents from home, was a little stunned when he saw this scene.

His eldest son was sent to take care of by his wife's parents since he was a child. When their careers stabilized and they were able to bring their children with them, Jian Zhao was already grown up. The parents in his life were not that close.

Coincidentally, at this time, his wife gave birth to a young son. The youngest son grew up beside them. He was obedient, obedient, and sweet-talking. Compared with the two, they naturally preferred the youngest son.

Father Jian and Jian Zhao spent very little time together, and during that short time together, this was the first time that Father Jian saw such a bright smile on his eldest son's face.

The cold is gone, and spring is in full bloom.

After Jane's father came back to his senses, he saw the boy standing next to his eldest son, wearing a simple black sweater without any patterns on it. Under the sunlight, his light golden hair shone brightly, almost as bright as dazzling.

With milky white skin, delicate facial features, and slightly red eye circles, Jian Zhao is hugging her at this time.

Jian Zhao just started staring at Ke Ai's distressed appearance, satisfied and funny.

As time went by, looking at the reddish corners of the little boy's eyes, nothing but heartache remained.

He has always managed his emotions very well, no matter how heavy the dark emotions are accumulated in his heart, it won't take long for him to dispel them all.

The slight resistance and disgust caused by his father's reprimand at the beginning has been washed away by Ke Ai's red eyes and the tears that have flowed out.

In his heart, there was only one thought left to coax the little poor boy to be happy.

Father Jian thought of what his son said to him before, and thought it was an excuse his son made to leave their house, but now he was a little uncertain when he saw the scene in front of him.

Father Jian is a very traditional man. Seeing this scene at this time, it appeared in front of his eyes helplessly. Disgust flashed in his eyes, and he walked over and growled: "You are shameless, I want more, when will I do it?"

As Jian Zhao guessed, compared to his own son breaking away from him when he became an adult, apparently raising a gay son made Jian's father feel more ashamed.

As soon as Ke Ai saw this ugly old man standing there, looking at Jian Zhao fiercely, his heart seemed to have infinite courage, he stood in front of Jian Zhao, and glared viciously. A glance at Father Jane.

Before Jian Zhao could stop the little boy from moving, Ke Ai began to curse very sharply.

"I think you're not too young, maybe half of your foot has already stepped into the coffin, right? You're disgusting, you're disgusting, you're disgusting, your whole family is disgusting! You're ugly and you're running around! I haven't seen that much Are all the children crying because of you!!"

Jian's father was stunned by Ke Ai's blatant scolding, Jian Zhao leaned against the streetlight and watched Ke Ai subconsciously stand in front of him, warming his heart.

Immediately afterwards, listening to Ke Ai scolding his father, his heart was full of helplessness, the corners of his lips were slightly raised, and his eyes were full of connivance.

Putting a hand on Ke Ai's shoulder, he said in a low voice, "Baby, don't take yourself when you scold others, be good."

Ke Ai stopped talking immediately when he heard Jian Zhao's words, turned his head to look at Jian Zhao, his eyes were full of grievances, he flattened his mouth, and muttered softly: "I haven't scolded enough yet. ..."

Jian Zhao chuckled when he heard his words, hugged a small Ke Ai into his arms, and coaxed softly: "Wait a while, you are thirsty, I didn't know you would come with me, today No glass of water."

Ke Ai's stomach is very delicate, and Jian Zhao has only recently noticed that occasionally eating something that is too cold or too spicy may be nothing at first, but after two or three hours, his face will turn pale and bloodless due to the pain.

After he noticed Ke Ai's stink, Jian Zhao would definitely bring a thermos with him when the two of them went out, and fill it with hot water before going out.

Occasionally in the snack bar outside, I will also tell the boss not to add too much chili.

Today, he originally planned to rush back to the hotel to accompany Ke Ai after finishing this matter. When he went out, he didn't bring anything except his mobile phone and some change.

Ke Ai is currently scolding people vigorously, and he doesn't feel thirsty at all, but he doesn't dare not listen to Jian Zhao's words, so he shut his mouth obediently, and murmured in a low voice, "Well..."

Jian Zhao stretched out his hand to rub his soft, broken hair, and said softly, "Well, be good, baby."

Jian's father has also come to his senses during this gap, he is not a good friend, usually a person who values ​​face more than his own life is scolded by a person younger than his son, How could it be possible to endure it?

His face was livid with anger, his five fingers clenched into fists, and he took a step forward. Before he could move his hand, Jian Zhao quickly protected Ke Ai behind him, staring straight at Jian's father with sharp eyes. .

The cold gaze and unprincipled protective attitude silently expressed Jian Zhao's position.