Abduct a boy and bring him back

Both of them had a sleepless night. In the middle of the night, Ling Huan rolled several times on the narrow bed, from the inside to the outside. Finally, Qiao Mohan restrained his limbs, and he didn't give up.

In the morning, Ling Huan sat up lazily from the bed, poked the person next to him, "Hey, it's time to go to work."

Qiao Mohan turned over and buried his head in the pillow, "Tired..."

Ling Huan stepped over Qiao Mohan and got out of bed, ignoring him, if it wasn't for the man beside him, how could he not be able to fall asleep? After he finished washing, Qiao Mohan came out of Ling Huan's bedroom come out.

"Isn't it okay to take another day off and go back?" Qiao Mohan asked.

Ling Huan shook his head firmly, "I'm always thinking wildly at home, I'd better go back."

Qiao Mohan held his forehead and didn't stop him, watching him pack his bag, "I'll see you off."

Ling Huan shook his head again, "No, didn't you want me to discern what kind of feelings I have for you? From today on, don't raise me like a son, I want to do it myself."

The man felt that he had dug a hole for himself.

Thinking about it now, what should I do if I was so entangled at the beginning!It doesn't matter what kind of relationship it is, as long as he honestly stays under your nose.

Until Ling Huan went out, Qiao Mohan didn't make a sound, his brows were furrowed all the time, and his face was tense.

Ling Huan stood at the door and glanced at the living room. After hesitating for a while, he put down his bag and came back. Standing behind the sofa where Qiao Mohan was, he touched his neck with his icicle-like hand.

The cold Qiao Mohan shook his body and reached out to grab his hand.

"Why are your hands so cold?"

Ling Huan was held by him, and he walked around the sofa and sat beside Qiao Mohan.

"...Don't be sad. It's not that I won't be back. I'll be back after two days. You go to work and don't worry Brother Feng Xiang." How mature and gentle.

Qiao Mohan rubbed his hands for him, then changed the topic, "I'm not sad, it's just that I suddenly felt that the son I raised has grown up overnight, and the father will always feel sad for a while."

The corner of Ling Huan's mouth twitched, his face darkened, and he withdrew his hand from Qiao Mohan, "I knew you were serious for only 2 minutes, big liar!" After speaking, he turned around and was about to go out.

Qiao Mohan smiled and got up and followed Ling Huan, watching him change his shoes, "Send me a message when you arrive at school, otherwise I can't guarantee that I will suddenly appear at the door of your classroom."

Ling Huan glared at him, and then protested, "Do I still have a little personal freedom?"

Qiao Mohan touched his head and smoothed his hair, "I'm just kidding, but I can't guarantee that I can control it."

Ling Huan turned around and left, opening and closing the door, except that the opening of the door was too small and the schoolbag got stuck, the movements were all done in one go.

The man shook his head at the closed door, feeling very helpless. Since the window paper was poked, Ling Huan's temper seems to have completely liberated his nature.

But... who made him like it!

……

Ling Huan felt that his self-control was not bad. Once he devoted himself to studying, he would forget about Qiao Mohan. The fat man next to him felt that his fever this time was like fighting a monster. His energy was even stronger than before. And nothing less.

For lunch, Ling Huan still didn't go out with the three of them. For breakfast, he bought pancakes on the side of the road and ate them in the cold wind, which made him still feel uncomfortable.

"Bring me the bread, I have to catch up with the progress of these two days." He told the fat classmate.

Qin Feng patted the fat man who was also responsible, "For this energy, let Ling Huan pass on some energy to you, otherwise you will have to come back next year."

The fat man shook the flesh on his belly, glanced sideways at Ling Huan's face buried in the questions, couldn't bear to look any more, turned around and left.

As soon as the three of them left, Ling Huan's phone beside him buzzed and vibrated, and he hung up the phone. It was time for the monthly exam. It was his first monthly exam here, and he wanted to do his best.

Qiao Mohan put down his phone here, and couldn't figure out why Ling Huan hung up on him at this time.

He tapped his keyboard twice rhythmically and continued to work.

Ling Huan poured boiling water, finished the bread in two or three bites, and continued with the afternoon class. He glanced at the papers of Qin Feng and Zhang Mingxuan during the break, and he began to feel nervous.

In terms of mind and foundation, he may be better than Fatty, but in other respects, he is much inferior. Fatty is slow in doing the questions, but he is very comprehensive, especially in the comprehensive essay, which almost crushes him in English and Chinese. The advantages.

At dinner time, the takeaways ordered by other students were delivered, and Ling Huan felt hungry. The fat man was still struggling with a math problem. Zhang Mingxuan and Qin Feng were resting on their stomachs staring at their heads.

Ling Huan put down the pen, stretched his waist, drained the remaining water in the cup in one go, and stared at the tip of the fat man's pen in a daze.

It wasn't until there was a brother named Ling Huan outside that the four of them woke up from this depressed state, "Huh?" Qin Feng rubbed his eyes and looked out the window, "Ling Huan? Did you order takeaway?"

Zhang Mingxuan raised his head with difficulty, "Who?"

Ling Huan was confused, "I didn't order it?"

While talking, Fatty rushed out of the classroom at the speed of light and signed the form without asking 21.

"Hurry up, there are so many, Ling Huan, you are so interesting, even the three of us are lucky."

Qin Feng raised his eyebrows and glanced at the sign on the takeaway box, looked at Ling Huan, "Isn't this store cheap?"

Ling Huan shook his head, "...I don't know."

"No? Could it be that there is another student named Ling Huan in the next class?" Zhang Mingxuan grabbed the box and took it out.

Ling Huan was already thinking about it, "Let's eat, this is enough for the four of us." He said, then pulled the mobile phone out of his pocket, and walked out, "I'll make a call, you eat first." He directly Call Qiao Mohan.

The three of them looked at each other in blank dismay, and started to dismantle it without a second word. Only when they were full could they have the strength to fight.

Ling Huan stood at the end of the corridor, holding his mobile phone in one hand and poking at the railing with the other.

"Did you order takeout?" he asked.

Qiao Mohan leaned back on the boss chair, put down the pen in his hand, and said, "Yes, are you very touched?"

Ling Huan sniffed, looked down at his fingers, "...what do you want to hear?"

The man sighed, wondering if he had frightened the child, who is so cautious!Completely overwhelmed.

"Would you say it if I want to hear it?" Qiao Mohan said.

Ling Huan was silent and didn't make a sound, not knowing how to adapt to the sudden distance.

"No, you can say whatever you want, we are still the same as before." Qiao Mohan assured him.