A villain in love dressed as school grass

Early the next morning, when Ding Weisong was still eating egg pancakes on his seat, he saw Pu Ziwen and Zhu Bo.

The two walked into the classroom side by side with an intimate manner. Ding Weisong was stunned for a moment, and the omelette in his hand was no longer fragrant.

According to yesterday's operation, although they will not fight, at least it should be a cold war.

This?How is this going?

Pu Ziwen passed Ding Weisong and glanced at him.

"What's that look on your face? You haven't seen me and your brother Bo come in and out, right?"

Ding Weisong still felt strange, so he didn't answer him, but cast his eyes on Zhu Bo.

Zhu Bo tilted his head slightly, his eyes were a little unpredictable.

But Ding Weisong managed to understand Zhu Bo's meaning of not talking.

When the two returned to their seats, Pu Ziwen noticed that a handful of hair on top of Zhu Bo's head was slightly curled. He reached out and stroked Zhu Bo's hair forcefully twice.

Zhu Bo blinked at him obediently with a smile on his face, and Pu Ziwen felt another blow to his heart.

God, Zhu Bo is so cute, he really wants to hide it from others.

"Hmm..." Pu Ziwen couldn't help leaning his chin on Zhu Bo's shoulder, "Don't look at others with this expression, okay?"

"Just look at me?"

Zhu Bo reached out and patted him on the back affirmatively twice.

"Okay."

Seeing this scene, Ding Weisong raised his eyebrows in shock, and his hand holding the egg pancake was frozen in the air.

Ding Weisong turned to Bao Shunsheng beside him: "Baobao, am I still asleep? Try pinching me!"

"Then I'll pinch it." Bao Shunsheng twisted Ding Weisong's arm obediently.

"Ah, it hurts, it hurts!" Ding Weisong took a breath, he wasn't dreaming.

Those two people are real and close.

But, this is too strange.

"It shouldn't be like this..."

"Why shouldn't it be?" Pu Ziwen heard and looked at him.

Ding Weisong frowned: "Obviously yesterday, Brother Bo and I..."

"Brother Wen." Before Ding Weisong finished speaking, Zhu Bo's words happened to catch Pu Ziwen's attention.

Zhu Bo gave Ding Weisong a cold look, and then put on a docile look.

He touched Pu Ziwen's hand and pinched his fingertips.

"Brother Wen, I'm hungry, can you buy me some more food?" Zhu Bo said in a charming tone, "Huh?"

This kind of acting like a baby is a fatal move for Pu Ziwen.

Since last night, his brain has given up normal logical thinking.

Zhu Bo is like this, what else is he thinking about, it is enough for the children to pamper him.

"What do you want to eat?" Pu Ziwen pinched Zhu Bo's cheek lightly, "You are too thin, you need to eat more, you understand."

Zhu Bo tilted his head and deliberately rubbed Pu Ziwen's hand: "Understood, Brother Wen."

"I'd like walnut buns and milk, um...preferably fudge."

The more Pu Ziwen looked at it, the more he liked it, and he touched Zhu Bo's face twice before standing up.

"Okay, I'll buy them all for you, and wait for me to come back."

Zhu Bo pursed his lips and nodded briskly twice, Pu Zi reluctantly walked out of the classroom with his mobile phone.

Ding Weisong has been watching all this, and he deeply feels that the world view can collapse so quickly.

Ding Weisong sighed deeply and said, "Brother Bo, I didn't say that, you look too... um..."

"It's too much?"

The smile on Zhu Bo's face was swept away, and he became that cold Zhu Bo who dared not approach others.

Ding Weisong's pupils were trembling: "It's too... strong."

Ding Weisong swallowed all the adjectives he wanted to say just now, and his eyes quickly scanned Zhu Bo.

"No, Brother Bo, you, how are you treating Brother Wen like this?"

Zhu Bo spit out a few words coldly: "Is it not good?"

"Since he dared to meet Yu Xingbai behind my back, he should consider the consequences."

Zhu Bo casually opened the book.

"I stopped you from talking about yesterday, you should understand, think about it."

"Think about what?" Ding Weisong asked.

Zhu Bo's voice was lazy and unquestionable.

"Think about who is at the top of the food chain, and who you should follow."

After speaking, Zhu Bo stopped looking at him, put on his earphones and went to flip through the book at hand.

Now no matter how ignorant Ding Weisong was, he could understand the current situation.

Of course I should follow Zhu Bo!

"Brother Bo, I'm sure I'll listen to you." Ding Weisong smiled innocently, and Zhu Bo nodded slightly.

Fair enough.

Pu Ziwen looked at Zhu Bo after buying his breakfast, even the simple action of the other party eating food bite by bite, his heart seemed to be filled.

"Brother Wen will buy you whatever you want."

Then he saw that Zhu Bergen was red again.

Pu Ziwen couldn't hide his smile until he went to the bathroom with Ding Weisong during class break, but he didn't stop Ding Weisong from smoking.

Ding Weisong, who had already betrayed Zhu Bofang, waved the fog in front of his eyes, stubbed out his cigarette and asked.

"Brother Wen, where have you been these two days, you don't play games with me after school?"

Pu Ziwen mechanically turned his head to look at him, which made Ding Weisong feel a little guilty.

"I'm still waiting to score points with you, Brother Wen, don't abandon me, we are in the same group."

Pu Ziwen thought about it too, and he was not wary of Ding Weisong either.

"I've been with Yu Xingbai these two days."

"!!" Ding Weisong seemed taken aback, "Brother Wen, didn't you agree to see him again? Did you forget about Brother Bo?"

"Of course I haven't forgotten. There is something wrong. If I talk too much, it will cause tears. It's because you, Brother Wen, are too kind."

Ding Weisong asked with surprise on his face, "What's the matter, Brother Wen?"

Pu Ziwen opened his mouth, and after thinking about it, he swallowed the words back.

"No big deal, it will be fine in two days."

"Oh." Ding Weisong pursed his lips, but couldn't figure out why.

Ding Weisong turned around and told Zhu Bo the news.

Zhu Bo raised his eyebrows.

After school, Pu Ziwen still said goodbye to Zhu Bo with the excuse of having something to do the same as the previous two days, and promised to bring back fried tofu early today.

Zhu Bo smiled at him, clean and harmless.

Pu Ziwen turned around, and the thought of wanting to turn around and hug Zhu Bo became more and more intense in his heart, until he saw Yu Xingbai at the school gate, he kept thinking about Zhu Bo.

If I had known that I really wouldn't agree to help Yu Xingbai this favor.

Yu Xingbai walked over to him and said, "Today I called the driver at home, we don't need to take a taxi."

Pu Ziwen nodded absently: "Okay, let's go."

His casual attitude made Yu Xingbai feel a little uncomfortable. When Yu Xingbai was in a daze, he seemed to see a figure in a daze.

When he went to look carefully again, he disappeared again. Yu Xingbai shook his head and got into the back seat of the car.

Ding Weisong hid behind the bushes and patted his heart, which was too thrilling.

"Brother Bo isn't with me yet, let me follow by myself, I don't have any experience."

Ding Weisong muttered in a low voice, originally they had made an appointment, but Zhu Bo left because of business, and entrusted him to follow Puzi to hear them.

Ding Weisong said to himself: "You still let me take pictures, I'll just switch careers and become a paparazzi."

After Pu Ziwen's car left, Ding Weisong, who was complaining, still fulfilled the duties of Boge's paparazzi with his own words.

Record while following, and take pictures while following.

Zhu Bo was temporarily called away by Fu Qingpur. Fu Qingpur was already lonely and boring at home. If he didn't see Zhu Bo, he would start making trouble, so Zhu Bo had to come.

His phone kept flashing messages from Ding Weisong.

-Brother Bo, they went to the shopping street again, and the things they bought were similar to yesterday.

- They went to the dessert shop and the coffee shop again.

Next is a group of photos taken by Ding Weisong, and some fake photos.

Zhu Bo's slender fingers tapped on the screen.

-Keep following and take more pictures.

His original plan today was disrupted and he couldn't go. He had to leave some evidence, otherwise he might not admit it because of Pu Ziwen's sloppy face.

Zhu Bo snorted softly, and Fu Qinglin saw this action right away.

"What's the matter, are you impatient with me, an old man?"

Zhu Bo waved his hands again and again: "Mr. Fu, I don't have any. It's something else. I would like to be with you very much."

Fu Qinglin sketched the score and nodded in satisfaction: "Your attitude is not bad."

Fu Qinglin looked at the sheet music at hand, thought it should be almost the same, and handed it to Zhu Bo.

"I think I can't wait for the child you mentioned, and let me take the initiative to put my face down and give it to you."

Zhu Bo took the papers and looked at them, his face lit up.

"Mr. Fu, this is..."

Music score written by Fu Qinglin himself.

"Don't be surprised, scores that haven't been repaired are not considered good things, you can take them back and give that child a try."

"I also find it troublesome. If that child can change the song to my passing line, I won't have to worry about it."

Fu Qinglin said it lightly, but Zhu Bo understood the significance of this first draft.

Fu Qinglin meant in the affirmative.

"Thank you so much, Teacher Fu."

"Don't thank me in a hurry, my passing standards are very high, he may not be able to."

"But before that, you have to continue to come to my house to clean."

Zhu Bo held the score and thanked him wholeheartedly: "Don't worry, Teacher Fu."

So Zhu Bo got busy at Fu Qingpur's house, and it was already very late.

Zhu Bo originally thought that Pu Ziwen must have been waiting in the dormitory for a long time, but when he returned to the dormitory with the score, the lights in the room were still off.

Pu Ziwen didn't come back.

It was only then that Zhu Bo noticed the message from Ding Weisong on his mobile phone. The other party said that he had followed Ding Weisong near the hospital and then lost it.

At the same time, there were more than ten missed calls, all from Pu Ziwen.

Zhu Bo slowly sat down on the edge of the bed, and called back, Pu Ziwen answered quickly.

Pu Ziwen walked to the end of the hospital corridor to answer the phone, and his heart that had been hanging just now finally fell when he heard Zhu Bo's words.

"Hey, why haven't you come back yet?" Zhu Bo asked on the phone.

Pu Ziwen said in a low voice: "I'm sorry, I may not be able to go back today, but I can go back tomorrow night, can I bring you back tomorrow?"

Tomorrow is the day of the old man's operation, Pu Ziwen has decided that he doesn't want to care about the operation anyway.

He was already upset that his promise to Zhu Bo was delayed.

No matter how kind he is, he should be almost the same.

But Zhu Bo didn't know the reasons for his nonsense.

Zhu Bo deliberately put his tone lightly: "You don't have to worry about me, it's tomorrow, Brother Wen."

After the two chatted for a few more words, Zhu Bo hung up the phone.

Zhu Bo called Fu Qingpur again, saying that there was no way to deal with some matters tomorrow, and Fu Qingpur complained a few words and gave up.

So the next morning, when Ding Weisong saw Zhu Bo, who was neatly dressed and with his hair up, Ding Weisong couldn't help being surprised.

"Brother Bo, why are you here? I suspect you are going to attend some international conference."

Zhu Bo just put the leave note he had just asked for on the table, and turned to ask Ding Weisong.

"Send me the location of the hospital you followed yesterday."

"Ah? Good good."

Ding Weisong was still a little confused: "Brother Wen didn't come back yesterday?"

"This is too bold!"

Zhu Bo raised his eyebrows to express his acquiescence.

"By the way, do you have something to do? Do you mind taking a leave of absence?"

Ding Weisong shook his head: "It's okay, then I'll go find Sister Ju."

Ding Weisong could never sit still in the classroom, and it was only after he stood up that he thought of something and turned around to ask.

"But brother Bo, what are we going to do?"

Zhu Bo casually fiddled with the black sunglasses he had prepared in advance, but what he said made Ding Weisong's back shiver.

"Go smash Pu Ziwen's broken wardrobe."

The author has something to say: the thrilling and thrilling tear-off wardrobe is coming in the next chapter.

Xiao Pu knelt down and repented!

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