Abduct a boy and bring him back

The other three people in the dormitory came back, Ling Huan took a closer look, they were all acquaintances, there were two at the front desk, and a fat man.

"It's you guys, I thought it was someone I didn't know." Ling Huan said.

The front desk is called Zhang Mingxuan, who is said to be the top student in the class, Ling Huan glanced at the ranking at the door before entering the class.

The deskmate at the front table was named Qin Feng, he was not a middle school student, and he didn't pay much attention in class, but his grades were good, and Ling Huan visually judged that there was nothing wrong with the previous exam.

Fatty is dangerous. Wang Dahai is like his name. He has a very broad chest, but his grades are at the bottom of the rope. Visually, he is just an ordinary second book.

"The seats in the class are all grouped together, basically in the same dormitory, so..." Qin Feng went to the bathroom with the toiletries.

Ling Huan nodded, and put the supper in his hand on the table, "I packed this for dinner. I just went to the office to warm it up. Let's eat it together."

Hearing this, Xiaopang rushed to Du Linghuan from his seat, and got on his knees to have a look.

"Wow, the crystal shrimp dumpling from Tianxiangju? What is this? Wow, Ling Huan, you bloody tyrant." The fat man reached out and picked up a piece and stuffed it into his mouth.

Zhang Mingxuan helped the glasses that had slid down the bridge of his nose. He looked very disgusted at the fat classmate, but he still took a chopstick and surrounded him.

Brushing his teeth, Qin Feng responded, "You... what are you eating?"

"I brought some supper, don't brush your teeth, let's eat together." Ling Huan pointed to the lunch box surrounded by two people.

As soon as the words fell, the person turned around and went back to the bathroom. Ling Huan thought he was being rejected, but after a few seconds, Qingfeng rushed out again, with a towel on his shoulders and residual toothpaste foam on his mouth Foam, one side of the face was rubbed against the towel.

"Just do it!" Then he squeezed up.

The corner of Ling Huan's mouth twitched, and those who didn't know thought he was just released from some slum!Qiao Mohan specially packed the supper for him, it seems that he has no share.

However, Ling Huan's eyes lit up immediately, and he took a picture of several people eating, and he was worried that he couldn't find a topic.

He resent the photo to Qiao Mohan.

Comes with a crying emoticon pack shaking several times on the ground, "Brother Qiao, my supper is gone."

After posting, Ling Huancai took advantage of the moment when several people were sharing food, and took a bath with the whole set of skin care products that Qiao Mohan bought for him.

Even when I was washing my face, I washed it twice with only facial cleanser, and after I was done, I wiped it with lotion and lotion, and finally said something beautifully to the mirror.

So fucking handsome!

When they came out, the three of them were already covering their stomachs, "Ling Huan, thank you so much, I finally see the light of day again." The fat man spoke first.

The corners of Ling Huan's mouth twitched, "It should be, it should be, I'm new here, I'm going to curry favor with everyone."

He then fished out his phone and climbed onto the bed. The bedding, including the silk pajamas on his body, were all chosen by Qiao Mohan.

Ling Huan sighed and swiped the phone away.

There is already a missed call on it, which is from Qiao Mohan.

"Didn't I say, Ling Huan, you're so generous, chocolate and supper shouldn't be cheap?" the fat man called him carelessly from below.

"I don't know, I didn't pay the money." Ling Huan said, and then opened WeChat.

An emoji of a silly, silly cat leaning against the wall and being silently headed appeared in the dialog box, "Hey, I'll take you out to eat after get off work tomorrow." Qiao Mohan said.

Ling Huan smirked at the phone, silently shrinking his head into the cup.

"Did the handsome brother who brought you pay for it?" Qin Feng also asked.

Ling Huan continued to smirk, and everyone sighed.

"Hey, student Ling Shuaishuai, why are you smirking, girlfriend?" Zhang Mingxuan took out a piece of paper and wiped his mouth.

Ling Huan glanced under the bed, "It's nothing."

He started to send a message to the opposite party, "I don't want it anymore, I rubbed you twice today, I can't rub it anymore, too many times is not good."

Qiao Mohan replied in seconds, sending a round mouth emoji of a teddy bear.

Ling Huan looked back at the sentence he sent again. He had seen the movie about the teddy bear, and that stinky bear was too obscene, so he didn't want to comment lightly.

"You should stop posting this emoji, it doesn't fit your abstinent temperament!" Ling Huan sent.

Qiao Mohan understood almost instantly, "Thank you for the compliment!"

Ling Huan pursed his lips, and glanced under the bed by the way. Seeing that he had no intention of chatting, everyone had already gone to wash up, and the fat man was still munching on his vocabulary book.

"Have you gone home?" Ling Huan asked.

"Not yet." Qiao Mohan replied quickly.

Ling Huan frowned, "Aren't you going out on a date so late?" After sending it, Ling Huan was very satisfied when he saw the words that the other party was typing on the dialog box, and the other party was obviously just chatting with him with his mobile phone.

Not long after, a photo was sent from the other side, and Ling Huan took a serious look at it.

It should be a western restaurant above, and what came into view was a table of candlelight dinners, sitting in pairs.

Ling Huan's face darkened, and he was so absorbed in the photo that he didn't even hear the fat man call him twice.

Qiao Mohan... did you really go to the candlelight dinner?It seems that there are basically couple booths here.

Ling Huan didn't sleep well all night. In the dream and outside the dream, there was Qiao Mohan hugging other women's backs getting farther and farther away from her. He woke up several times in the middle of the night, but fell asleep and had the same dream again .

Woke up in the morning with swollen eyes.

Fatty thought something was wrong with him, "Aren't you homesick and secretly wiped your tears under the covers at night?"

The other two had no words for this simple-minded pig teammate, "Hey, classmate, idiot, class is about to start!"

Ling Huan went back to the bathroom and looked at the mirror, touched his swollen eyes, "Oh, glass heart, student Ling!" up.

The four of them entered the classroom together, and the appearance of Ling Huan, who was at the end, still caused a burst of sighs. Alas, there is no way that his eyes are swollen and his charm can't be stopped. The fat man lamented alone.

Ling Huan tried his best to cheer up, officially entered the study state, and temporarily put aside Qiao Mohan, who was full of thoughts.

Morning reading time is very long, get up at 05:30, start at 07:30, have breakfast at [-]:[-], and start class at [-]:[-].

The liberal arts class is different from the science class. There are many things to memorize. The fat man handed Ling Huan a copy of the key points of the literature review summed up by the lecturers, "This is what the teachers summed up. It is very useful and can make you relax a lot. "

Ling Huan took a few glances, and felt that this school was chosen correctly, and it still had its essence.

He quickly formed a small group with the three people in the dormitory, eating, studying, sleeping and even going to the bathroom together.

This kind of solidarity has not been seen in other dormitories. There are not many boys who even go to the bathroom together.

Half a month later, Ling Huan finally had a day's rest. He hadn't had much contact with Qiao Mohan these days. He planned to stand at the door of Qiao Mohan's office before Qiao Mohan got off work.

So, for the first time, he loosened the waistband of his trousers and flew over.

Even when he got out of the car, he rushed down, and waved his hand directly, "There's no need to look for it!"

Only the driver left, holding a dollar in his hand, fluttering in the wind.