[Wearing Books] School Bully Loves Little Milk Cake

Jian Zhao carefully thought about what happened in the dormitory of No. [-] Middle School, and the corners of his lips curled up a little helplessly. If that little kid... If he really did something bad, he would probably come here tomorrow, crying and shouting. The door said he peed his pants.

From the summer vacation to the present, Jian Zhao and Ke Ai have been together day and night, not to mention anything else, the relationship between the two is close enough, but from the vacation to the present, Jian Zhao has never heard the call from the family of the poor boy. Called, never once.

—It may be normal for a couple of days, but after a long time, no matter how you think about it, you will feel strange.

Even Ke Ai's appearance doesn't look like he's from a bad family, whether it's the latest iPhone or the clothes he wears.

When other people encounter such a thing, Jian Zhao just pretends not to know, but Ke Ai is different, similar to the mind of protecting the calf, always feels that his little poor child is so good, what kind of irresponsible parent is he, so that he can let him be at ease. The little kid was out there alone.

It’s okay to meet him, but what about someone else?

Greedy mouth and self-control is not strong, likes to stay in bed and eat irregularly, does not like to drink water but prefers beverages, if no one is used to it, he will spend six hours a day playing games.

Such a poor kid, let him go outside, his parents can feel at ease.

Jian Zhao reprimanded Ke Ai's parents in his heart, and fell asleep after thinking about what breakfast to prepare for Ke Ai tomorrow morning.

Ke Ai, who was so dazed that he exploded, did not lie in his bedroom, his nose was filled with Jian Zhao's breath, but he slept more peacefully.

Familiar with his fear of the dark, Jian Zhao's bedside lamp was not turned off, and the faint yellow light filled the whole room with a warm atmosphere.

The next day, there was no annoying alarm clock to wake Ke Ai up. Instead, there was a knock on the door, which was very rhythmic. Ke Ai shrank back under the quilt and stretched out his hands to cover his ears.

The consciousness has already woken up, and in the half-awake stage, subconsciously wants to block the knock on the door for a while longer.

"Little cutie, get up, I'll take you out for breakfast today."

The word 'going out' seemed to be an alarm clock, and Ke Ai, who was struggling on the bed, sat up suddenly, stuffed his non-socked feet into the furry slippers, and walked to the door He opened the door.

The two bedrooms have opposite doors, and even the interior furnishings are almost exactly the same. Ke Ai woke up suddenly when he opened the door and saw that Jian Zhao was still wearing the same clothes when they went to the third floor together last night.

After trying to understand the cause of the incident, Ke Ai shrank his neck a little guilty, knocked on the door and wanted to explain, but found that he couldn't explain himself, looked up at Jian Zhao aggrieved, and asked cautiously: "Admit your mistake Apologize obediently so you don't get beaten..."

"Go back and take a shower and change your clothes and go downstairs early, that's fine."

Seeing Ke Ai's sudden return to the room, Jian Zhao stretched out his hand and squeezed the center of his brow helplessly. He didn't know what gave the little poor boy the illusion that he would hit him with his hands.

He asked himself that his temper was indeed not very good, but he could be regarded as really heart-warming towards this poor boy, and he almost gave him his life.

Do it... If you really want to do it, ten more Ke Ai will not be enough for him to beat him.

But, the premise is that he is willing to fight with this poor kid.

Jian Zhao turned and went back to his room. He didn't take a shower in the little kid's room after coming down from the third floor last night. There was hot water in the bathroom but no change of clothes.

That little boy could wear his clothes, loose and pure and alluring.

But he really couldn't fit the little boy's clothes.

At the very least, panty sizes are completely different.

Ke Ai moved quickly. He washed his hair while taking a shower. His light blond hair was still dripping wet. He wore a light pink T-shirt. The light pink suits his complexion very well. A coat and a towel in the other hand.

"Stinky Jianzhao, please help me wipe my hair."

Jian Zhao took the dry towel from Ke Ai's hand, and carefully helped Ke Ai wipe his hair to the extent that no water dripped down. In midsummer, even in the morning, it was very hot. Jian Zhao took a backpack and grabbed Ke Ai's wrist to go out. .

After going out, Ke Ai put the white coat that was originally draped over his arms over the light pink T-shirt. Jian Zhao opened the parasol, and only one side of the shoulder bag was carried on his back. His hands were thin but he could see the sense of strength. He held it with five fingers umbrella handle.

"Let's go."

In summer, it is more suitable to wear light-colored clothes. Dark-colored clothes absorb heat more easily. When Jian Zhao went out today, he wore a white shirt and black cropped jeans. I can't help the cold in my bones.

Walking out of the gate of the community, you can see that many breakfast shops on the side of the road have opened for business, and there are also many pedestrians in a hurry to and fro.

Last night, Jian Zhao had planned to make dumplings for Ke Ai this morning, but when he got up and went to the kitchen, he found that the flour in the house had been used up, so he took Ke Ai out.

——It looks like an ordinary breakfast shop from the outside. The proprietress in the shop is busy, but the tables are wiped clean. Two bowls of small wontons, four steamed buns and a tea egg were brought up shortly after they sat down. .

After the wontons were delivered, Jian Zhao looked at the light green chopped green onions floating on the wonton soup and realized that he forgot to tell the proprietress not to put the green onions. He picked up the spoon and chopsticks and picked out the chopped green onions bit by bit.

Having been together for such a long time, Jian Zhao knows Ke Ai well, knows that he doesn't like chopped green onions but it's not that he can't accept the taste of chopped green onions, after reaching out to pick them all out, Jian Zhao pushes the bowl containing the wontons to Ke Ai.

While Jian Zhao was picking chopped green onions, Ke Ai held a large cup of soy milk and sucked it seriously. When Jian Zhao pushed the bowl in front of him, he sucked the last big mouthful of soy milk. Thank you softly: "Thank you brother."

"Ah."

No matter how normal and trivial things are, Jian Zhao didn't hesitate much when he did them. He was skillful and natural, staring at Ke Ai who was biting the wonton wrapper seriously, his brows and eyes softened, and he looked into Ke Ai's eyes.

It's full of tenderness.

When the two of them returned home together, Jian Zhao realized that he forgot to buy flour. He had thought about passing by the supermarket after breakfast and just brought a bag back, but he didn't remember until he got home.

After saying hello to Ke Ai, after coaxing Ke Ai, he took the money and went out to the supermarket.

After arriving at the supermarket, I ran into another problem, and it took more than half an hour to solve it. I finally took a bag of flour I bought home, opened the door, and met Ke Ai, who was sitting next to the refrigerator in the kitchen with a small stool. relatively.

Ke Ai still held an unfinished ice cream in his hand, and there was a mess of eaten ice cream boxes at his feet. At a glance, there were about five or six.

Jian Zhao put the things on his hands aside with a cold face, and walked towards Ke Ai. The sound of sneakers stepping on the floor was not loud, which somehow made Ke Ai panic. When Jian Zhao walked in front of him, At that time, I ate the ice cream in my hand and hid the half ice cream box behind my back.

His big eyes were clear, and he was staring at Jian Zhao eagerly at this moment, and Du Xi asked in a low voice, "I said... I said that after you left, there was a hedgehog who liked to eat ice cream, so, just, he came here to eat all the ice cream. Stealing it, I managed to beat him and snatch the ice cream, you believe it, do you believe it?"

Ke Ai stumbled while speaking, his eyes rolled around because of guilt.

There was still a bit of cream from the ice cream on the rosy and soft lips. Jian Zhao's gaze paused for a few seconds. Ke Ai noticed his movement, and subconsciously stuck out the tip of his tongue to lick off the remaining cream on his lips. Your own 'crime scene'.

The cream on the lips was licked clean, but around the corners of the mouth and on both cheeks were dark lumps of chocolate, even a little bit on the tip of the nose, looking embarrassed and cute.

"Huh? Whose little hedgehog is so naughty?"

Hearing Jian Zhao's cool tone, Ke Ai knew that the lie he said had been exposed by him, and he flattened his mouth aggrieved, still reluctant to throw the ice cream in his hand, lowered his head, and replied in a muffled voice: "You...you The domesticated ones are, in fact, very well-behaved."

Jian Zhao snorted lightly, and threw the half box of ice cream in Ke Ai's hand into the trash can in front of Ke Ai. Ke Ai didn't dare to refute after being treated like this, bit his lower lip aggrievedly, his eyes were red , the eyes turned red.

Afraid that Jian Zhao would scold him for ignoring him, he felt wronged and threw away his ice cream, sitting on the small bench with his little buttocks, like a little daughter-in-law.

"Ke Ai, are you still wronged?"

Jian Zhao seldom calls Ke Ai by his name directly, most of the time he is a playful and doting 'little cutie'.

"You...you can scold me, or you can beat me, as long as you don't hurt me, I won't be angry with you, but you throw my ice cream and make faces with me..."

After speaking, Ke Ai's tears of grievance fell down, stretched out his hand and wiped it with his sleeve, snorted, lowered his head and wiped it with his sleeve again.

Jian Zhao lost his temper after being tormented by him. If it was someone else...he would have punched him to teach him to be a man, but...if it was this poor kid, Jian Zhao stretched out his hand and squeezed the space between his brows, and whispered Cursed: TaoJ7NO "You still scold me..."

As soon as Jian Zhao's voice fell, Ke Ai quickly picked it up again, and stared at Jian Zhao accusingly. The tearful appearance made Jian Zhao angry and distressed. He grabbed Ke Ai's wrist and dragged him downstairs. He reached out to the bathroom and wiped the chocolate off his mouth with a towel.

Ke Ai's eye circles were still red, but Jian Zhao's cold face made him dare not even cry, and now Jian Zhao's cold face and silent appearance made Ke Ai even more afraid.

"I...Jian Zhao, I was wrong, you..."

Jian Zhao stared straight at Ke Ai who bowed his head and confessed his mistake. When Ke Ai just shed tears, he had already started to condemn himself from the bottom of his heart.

Knowing that this little boy is more difficult to get used to than a three-year-old cub, he is coquettish and self-willed.

There was obviously a better solution just now, but he was so angry that he used the worst one.

Jian Zhao bent down and stretched out his hand to wipe away the tears from the corners of Ke Ai's eyes, and said in a low voice, "I'm sorry, baby."