[Wearing Books] School Bully Loves Little Milk Cake

Ke Ai seemed to be bewitched, stood up and walked towards Jian Zhao, who grabbed his wrist and pulled him into his arms.

If he is not used to the darkness because he likes it, Jian Zhao wants to pull him to stand together in the sun, just like Ke Ai once did to him.

Jian Zhao, who had just been reborn before, was full of dark thoughts. Anyway, he has nothing worth remembering in this world, so it would be better to drag everyone to hell together.

Later, Ke Ai softly took his hand, making him suppress all dark thoughts, and led him to work hard together.

Anyway, he didn't intend to give up. A lifetime is enough for him and Ke Ai to practice slowly together.

"Little boy..."

Jian Zhao hugged Ke Ai's waist tightly and wrapped him in his arms, Ke Ai obediently rubbed his little furry head into his arms.

He also wants to get better.

The haze that has been trapped in Ke Ai's heart before is just because he doesn't like that he has become a mistress who destroys other people's feelings unintentionally. Whether it is intentional or not, it is also not worthy of forgiveness in his heart.

What disgusted him even more was that he couldn't control his feelings for Jian Zhao.

Now that all the misunderstandings have been resolved, although Jian Zhao still hasn't told him the details, Ke Ai believes in him, and he also wants to accompany Jian Zhao until the end of life.

Before Jian Zhao could lead him to buy storybooks with him when he got older, he suddenly didn't want to die so early.

Jian Zhao stared at Ke Ai's shoulder-length hair, his heart tightened slightly, and he leaned closer to his ear, emphasizing in a low voice seriously: "Baby, I love you, no matter what happens, I will be by your side, forever yes."

It doesn't matter if you don't feel safe, it doesn't matter if you are cautious, for Jian Zhao, as long as Ke Ai is still alive, everything is fine.

In the evening, when Xie Yuan and Xie Zhuo returned home, they saw Jian Zhao appearing in their house, Xie Yuan could barely keep his smile on his face, while Xie Zhuo's face was full of hostility.

"who are you?"

Before Jian Zhao came here, he inquired about all the information related to Xie's family. Except for Ke Ai who was well protected by them, he knew the eldest son and the younger son very well.

"Hi, I'm Jian Zhao."

Jian Zhao introduced himself casually, and didn't intend to say anything extra. He wasn't sure if he would be kicked out by the two brothers if he told his real purpose.

Xie's mother and Xie's mother came home together later. When they entered the house, they saw the two sons sitting on the sofa with stinky faces. Xie's father asked aloud: "What's the matter?"

Compared to Xie's father who was confused, Xie's mother knew the reason clearly, put her arms around her husband's arm, and said in a low voice: "It's okay."

Xie Zhuo went into the kitchen to prepare dinner for Ke Ai, but found that Jian Zhao had already taken the place where the chef was originally, and was stirring skillfully. The aroma of the food wafted to the tip of his nose. The taunt was fleeting.

"Ke Ai never liked sweet and sour fish."

When Jian Zhao heard his words, he paused slightly with the hand holding the spatula, and replied in a low voice, "That's because he doesn't like to be picky."

In fact, Ke Ai likes sweet and sour dishes very much, especially sweet and sour fish. Every time he ate this dish, Jian Zhao helped him choose the thorns. Of course he didn't like it if no one helped him choose.

Jian Zhao doesn't dislike Ke Ai's small actions of avoiding laziness. On the contrary, he is happy to help Ke Ai pick fish bones. It is very cute to see how Ke Ai's cheeks are bulging when he eats.

Xie Zhuo didn't believe Jian Zhao's nonsense, and leaned against the door to read his joke.

After the sweet and sour fish was ready, Jian Zhao skillfully put it on a plate, then fried two kinds of vegetables and served two bowls of rice.

Because Ke Ai is often obsessed with painting and forgets the time to eat, there is a special tray for him in the kitchen, Jian Zhao brought out a few dishes, and said hello to his father and mother when he passed by .

Mother Xie stopped Xie Zhuo from following up and said in a low voice, "Don't make trouble."

Xie Zhuo always listened to Xie Mu's words very much, he stopped and went back to the sofa and sat down heavily, he said angrily, "Why?"

"Because of him, Ke Ai said a lot. The doctor said before that finding the cause of Ke Ai's cause will make him recover faster, so don't make trouble."

Xie Zhuo couldn't refute this reason, he rubbed his hair violently, and the family sat down after the chef brought the food to the table.

There are two kinds of stir-fried vegetables on the table, obviously not the craftsmanship of their chef.

Jian Zhao knocked on the door of Ke Ai's studio, and waited for a minute before opening the door. Seeing him sitting behind the drawing board and drawing seriously, Jian Zhao put the things on the table and walked to Ke Ai's side. Putting his hands on Ke Ai's shoulders, he kissed Ke Ai's side cheek.

Ke Ai, who was originally focused on painting, was disturbed by his action and couldn't hold on any longer. He frowned and said in a low voice: "Don't make trouble."

Jian Zhao saw that Ke Ai hadn't started a painting, so he simply held Ke Ai's hand holding the paintbrush in his palm, and wrote a line of words on the drawing paper.

'Baby Ke Ai is eating. Ke Ai was so disturbed by Jian Zhao that he couldn't continue to draw at all. He wanted to stare at him helplessly but didn't dare. Jian Zhao held back his smile and led him to the bathroom to wash his hands. Then the two sat at the dining table together. sit down.

This room is Ke Ai's studio, but it also serves as his bedroom most of the time. He paints day and night, and all night is common. When he is too tired, he just leans on the chair and sleeps for a while.

Jian Zhao patiently helped Ke Ai pick out the thorns in the sweet and sour fish, and then put it in Ke Ai's bowl. Ke Ai was always serious when eating, holding his chopsticks intently, trying to stuff his mouth full. It bulged and chewed hard.

After eating, Jian Zhao sent the bowls and chopsticks downstairs, and opened the window of the studio to diffuse the smell.

Ke Ai stared at the familiar and unrestrained font on the drawing board, straightened his lips in a tangled state, took off the drawing paper after a while, put it away, and put a new one on it.

Years of staying up late made Ke Ai habitually want to continue painting after dinner. As soon as a painting was painted with a base color, Ke Ai had already started to wander, and he couldn't help thinking about Jian Zhao in his head.

He used to think that Jian Zhao was very good and excellent, even if something like that happened later.

The current Jian Zhao, after so many years, seems to have become better and better.

Downstairs, Jian Zhao was stopped by Xie's mother when delivering the bowls and chopsticks, and the whole family sat in the living room and waited for him.

Xie Zhuo still disliked Jian Zhao, but he didn't bother him much, like a tamed big dog, sitting there obediently, only occasionally looking at Jian Zhao with a bit of displeasure in his eyes.

After the brief conversation between Mother Xie and Jian Zhao was over, Jian Zhao went upstairs with much heavier steps.

He originally thought that he knew Ke Ai well enough, but he never thought that Ke Ai actually tossed his body like this.

Staying up all night, eating irregularly, unwilling to eat well, and already tending to self-harm and suicide.

No matter how bad Ke Ai's schedule was, Xie's family would not dare to do anything more drastic except for a few words of persuasion. Ke Ai was like a fragile glass bottle in their eyes.

In the past, when Ke Ai fell, Jian Zhao's heart ached to death, let alone ruining his body like now.

After going upstairs, Jian Zhao didn't knock on the door this time. After opening the door, Ke Ai was still sitting behind the drawing board, holding a paintbrush in his hand. The sound of his footsteps attracted the attention of Ke Ai who was immersed in his own world.

Ke Ai raised his head to look at Jian Zhao, and showed him a cute smile.

Jian Zhao moved a stool and sat beside Ke Ai, watching him dip the brush with oil paint, and then slowly smear it on the drawing board. The whole process was boring and boring. Feeling unbearable at first, she clenched her paintbrush and turned her head to look at Jian Zhao, and said in a low voice, "Don't look at me, okay..."

"not good."

Jian Zhao replied in a gentle voice, with a smile on his lips, and when Ke Ai looked towards him, he subconsciously leaned over and kissed him on the side of the face. According to Jian Zhao's observation, Ke Ai liked these small intimate gestures very much.

"I...I want to draw."

Ke Ai emphasized to Jian Zhao in a low voice, he looked aggrieved like a pitiful little boy, if it was different, Jian Zhao might have compromised, but he would never regress when it comes to Ke Ai's body.

"Little boy, you draw yours, I'll see mine."

"Look at me... I can't draw..."

After hearing this, Jian Zhao reached out and snatched the paintbrush from Ke Ai's hand, looked into his eyes seriously and said, "Then draw again tomorrow, okay? I want to talk to you, I miss you very much .”

After hesitating for a long time, Ke Ai nodded lightly, and replied obediently: "Okay..."

Seeing his appearance, Jian Zhao helped him pack his things together, and went back to the bedroom with Ke Ai.

Xie Jia Ke Ai's bedroom has good lighting and decoration in all aspects, but it's a pity that since Ke Ai came back here, the number of times he lived in this bedroom can be counted on the fingers.

Although he doesn't live here much, there will still be a nanny to clean it every day.

Jian Zhao helped Ke Ai find a change of clothes from the closet, and took a rubber band from the closet, and helped Ke Ai tie his slightly long hair into a braid.

"Go take a shower."

Ke Ai carried himself into the bathroom to change his clothes, looked at the little scratches on his head in the mirror on the sink, frowned childishly, stretched out his hand and fiddled with it after a while, trying to purse his lips to control his emotions Leaked, but the corners of his mouth raised uncontrollably.

He was very happy.

Jian Zhao tidied up the suitcases brought by his assistant outside, and looked at the overall layout of the bedroom. The degree of care can be seen from the details.

After Ke Ai took a shower and changed into pajamas and came out, Jian Zhao patiently waited for him to come to her, grabbed his hand and squeezed it gently.

"Baby, are you good? Not good...I want to do something bad to you."