[Wearing Books] School Bully Loves Little Milk Cake

There is no trace of malicious deceit in Jian Zhao's eyes, and the straightforward affection can almost burn people. His eyes are full of enthusiasm, and he has never let go of Ke Ai's hand. Using Ke Ai's favorite method, he will give him the love he desires the most. sense of security.

"Little boy, it was my fault for fooling you into my boyfriend. I liked you so much and just wanted to take you home. I was too reckless at the time and accidentally made you unhappy. Now give me a chance and let me make it up to you." How are you?"

——The life time is too long, too long, long and covered with darkness with no end in sight at a glance, the boulder that weighed heavily on Ke Ai's heart, he is already very tired after carrying it alone.

Suddenly someone wanted to stand beside him to help him share. His first reaction was not ecstasy, but fear and want to escape.

"I... no, not good."

Ke Ai resolutely refused word by word, Jian Zhao's liking and love were like the apple that the Queen handed to Snow White in the storybook Jian Zhao once bought for him.

No matter how attractive it is, there is a layer of poison on the outside.

'Don't be a mistress who destroys others' is like a sharp knife hanging over Ke Ai's head, it may fall at any time and completely crush him.

If it weren't for this moral concept lying in front of him, even if he knew that holding Jian Zhao's hand and walking forward would be a cliff, Ke Ai would not have retreated in the slightest.

A few years ago in No. [-] Middle School, what overwhelmed Ke Ai was not the vicious words on the bulletin board, nor the unintentional belittling and disgusting ridicule of his classmates, but the card handed to him by Director Yuan, Jian Zhao's engagement According to.

If it wasn't for that photo, no amount of scolding would overwhelm Ke Ai, and he could rely on his tenacity to support Jian Zhao back.

Xie's mother understood the reason from Jian Zhao's words on the side. Ke Ai has become the current situation. As an ordinary mother, she no longer has the energy and patience to pursue right and wrong.

She only asks God to bless, Ke Ai is such a lovely little angel, please don't take him away so early.

"I can feel you thinking, sweetheart."

Jian Zhao stared at Ke Ai without retreating at all, as if he could see through the most real thoughts in Ke Ai's heart.

All Ke Ai's pretended strength and indifference were disintegrated by Jian Zhao's few words, and tears ran all over his face. Ke Ai leaned on Jian Zhao's broad shoulders, aggrieved and wanted to push him away but was reluctant.

He hated his own indecision.

The countless times that he had imagined in his mind had completely broken off with Jian Zhao, and he forgot everything when he saw his face.

Saying one thing and doing another, even Ke Ai himself felt that he was being cheap.

"Little boy, trust me, okay?"

Ke Ai broke down and wanted to push Jian Zhao away, he believed in Jian Zhao, he believed that even if he left, he would come back soon, he believed that he would come back soon and would not abandon himself, let alone not want himself.

Jian Zhao hugged Ke Ai very tightly. Ke Ai has been ruining himself in his own way for the past five years, with his work and rest upside down day and night.

He is not afraid of any problems that may arise in his body, and even secretly hopes that one day, the scythe of death will fall on his head.

Jian Zhao is not the case, he will be decadent, thinking about Ke Ai terribly, longing and galloping love are the foundation for him to love himself.

Ke Ai is very thin, not to mention under such circumstances, a few struggles are tantamount to scratching an itch.

"Me, we broke up, and we broke up for many years."

Ke Ai kept emphasizing this sentence repeatedly, not knowing if he was reminding Jian Zhao, or warning himself.

"It didn't break up, I don't remember, it doesn't count."

"Even if we broke up... Xiaoguai, if you really think we broke up, then I'll chase you again, okay?"

The sudden appearance of Jian Zhao, and his merciless and forceful invasion of his life gave Ke Ai a sense of helplessness and embarrassment. Push Jian Zhao away with all his strength.

Because of his sudden movement, Jian Zhao took two steps back and knocked down a cabinet, which contained Ke Ai's paintings, which also fell down and scattered all over the floor.

Jian Zhao subconsciously wanted to pick it up, but when he saw clearly what was drawn on a piece of paper, the hand that wanted to pick it up froze in mid-air, and his originally gentle expression completely turned cold.

The paintings scattered all over the place, if Director Yuan was present, he would have noticed that the clothes worn by a man and a woman in the paintings were exactly the same as those in the engagement photo that Jane's mother put on the bulletin board.

In the dead of night, there will always be many dark emotions in the hearts of many people. The night stretches out its tentacles, and it is easy to stir up Ke Ai's deep-seated longing for Jian Zhao.

Apart from painting Jian Zhao, the best way for Ke Ai to vent his anger is to draw engagement photos, as if only in this way can he completely wake himself up.

When Ke Ai saw these paintings, he was completely irritated, stood up abruptly, took out stacks of drawing papers from a side cabinet and threw them at Jian Zhao's body.

——The stack of drawing paper is not thick, only about three to four centimeters, and it doesn't hurt if it hits Jian Zhao.

The tidy and tidy studio was now a mess. Mother Xie, who was crying and wearing makeup, wanted to stop Ke Ai from going crazy, but was stopped by the psychiatrist, who persuaded: "Ms. Xie, let the patient vent properly. , which is beneficial to his condition."

— One sentence completely comforted Xie's mother, and Xie's mother covered her mouth to control herself from making a sound.

The baby in her memory, a head of light golden hair can be more dazzling than the sun, the pear dimples on the cheeks seem to be on all the time, and the occasional naughty behavior will make people feel helpless but not irritated.

It's not the quiet baby who looks like a doll, and it's not the hysterical look like a lunatic now.

Xie's mother was neither afraid nor disgusted, she felt distressed, and the tears of distressed tears stained her makeup, which made her even more embarrassed after the smudge was applied.

The only psychiatrist present who couldn't empathize with their emotions didn't laugh, he could fully understand the feelings of being a mother.

Jian Zhao was already stunned, completely stunned.

Ke Ai's actions continued, papers were scattered all over the floor, the protagonists without exception, cabinets were opened one by one, and stacks of drawing papers were thrown on Jian Zhao's body.

In the end, Ke Ai was tired, sitting in the middle of the messy drawing paper, panting heavily, rested for a while while venting, when he looked up at Jian Zhao, and was about to talk to him, tears fell down again .

"Jian Zhao, what identity do you want to use to say those words, a man with a fiancee?"

Ke Ai's words seemed to have exhausted all his strength, and he even felt that even the air had become thinner.

It was the first time since Jian Zhao entered the door that he saw hatred on Ke Ai's face.

The words that Ke Ai said just now and the paintings scattered all over the place made Jian Zhao touch a possibility that he had never thought about before, even if this possibility is just a slight touch, it hurts so much that his whole body trembles.

"Have a fiancee?"

Jian Zhao unconsciously looked at Ke Ai and asked, Ke Ai's clean and tidy clothes were now polluted by various paints, and because of the vent just now, his hair was soaked in sweat, and he was in a mess.

What was originally hidden in Ke Ai's heart was spread out by him in the sun at this time, and he was like a mortal standing under the gallows waiting for the knife to fall.

"Yes, Jian Zhao, if you have a fiancée, don't provoke me..."

"I'm really tired. I liked you once. I've been decadent for almost seven or eight years."

"I love my parents and two elder brothers very much, so I obediently cooperate with the doctor's orders and take medicine."

"But, I... I really can't live for them, I'm so tired, I'm really tired, Jian Zhao, please don't make me more tired, okay..."

At this time, Xie's mother could no longer control herself when she heard Ke Ai's words. Regardless of the psychiatrist's obstruction, she stepped forward and put her arms around Ke Ai's shoulders, emphasizing in a crying voice: "Baby, mom knows mom It's selfish to say it, but please, live for us."

She tried her best as a mother, even though she knew she was selfish, she still wanted to keep him.

Jian Zhao walked up to Ke Ai, the sound of leather shoes stepping on the ground was very clear, looking at the mother and child who hugged each other and wept silently, Jian Zhao took out his ID in front of Ke Ai, and handed it to Ke Ai Make it easier for him to see clearly.

"There is no fiancée, and there hasn't been one from the beginning to the end."

The certificate showed that she was unmarried. According to what Jian's mother said at the time, she would register for marriage after Jian Zhao reached the legal age, but obviously she didn't.

Ke Ai stopped crying, and stared blankly at Jian Zhao. Jian Zhao casually put the ID aside, and in front of Ke Ai, picked up a piece of drawing paper and tore it up, and said in a low voice, "I have never I don’t know when I was engaged to be a fiancée, you know, darling, I have completely separated my relationship with my parents in front of you, and they have no status to interfere with my freedom and marriage.”

Jian Zhao has always expressed the emphatic things in front of Ke Ai, and Ke Ai has always known it, but he will doubt and feel uncomfortable under Jian's mother's confident words.

In all fairness, Ke Ai's paintings are beautiful, and each one uses the most brilliant colors, as if touching the light of another world through these paintings.

But the protagonist is another woman whom Jian Zhao doesn't know at all, and this alone prevents Jian Zhao from appreciating it with normal eyes.

"Little boy, if you need evidence, I can send you. Believe me again, I have never been engaged to anyone, and I have never had a fiancée, okay?"

Mother Xie really wanted to use the harshest words to get Jian Zhao to leave her home, but not long ago, the psychiatrist she hired told her that if Ke Ai's knot was found, the hope of healing would be greatly improved.

Jian Zhao handed his hand in front of Ke Ai, and Ke Ai hesitated for a few seconds, then put his paint-stained hand on his.