my boyfriend is too random

Ding Zimu looked at Yang Yiming with red ears and a smile on his lips.Yang Yiming sat there without any reaction. He heard every word Ding Zimu said just now, and even had a faint feeling before he heard it, but once he really heard those words, he completely lost his mind. I just felt that the heartbeat was getting more and more abnormal, and the feeling of atrial fibrillation came again!He stared blankly at Ding Zimu, as if he was meeting this person for the first time, he never thought that Ding Zimu would say such a thing one day, it should be...

"Da Ding?" Yang Yiming called softly.

Ding Zimu frowned quickly: "Ding Zimu, Teacher Yang, I am Ding Zimu. I like you, not Da Ding."

Yang Yiming stared at Ding Zimu in disbelief.

"Teacher Yang?" Ding Zimu called softly.

Yang Yiming moved his stiff shoulders: "Well, Ding Zimu, I think..."

"Can you hear what I think first?"

Yang Yiming closed his mouth.

"I probably know your concerns, but I think you are more, more, important to me than Teacher Feng and Luo Yang." Ding Zimu turned his gaze to Yang Yiming's forehead. Can't say, "My, my, my only hope is not to transfer me to Professor Friedman."

Yang Yiming sighed silently, Ding Zimu is too smart.

"Besides, I'm actually very worried." Ding Zimu turned to stare at Yang Yiming's shoulder and said, "I don't know if you can accept me, and I'm afraid it will affect your work."

Ding Zimu stopped to catch his breath, and he heard a voice in his head saying, "You're so stupid!"

Ding Zimu smiled lightly, he must be stupid if he is stupid, he has exhausted all the courage in his life to be able to say this.

"Mr. Yang, I have been very scared these days. I know that I like you, and I also know that this will cause you a lot of trouble, but I can't control it. Today, I will tell you this. I have seen you since the beginning I thought you were very nice when I was there, I always thought that all the teachers were the same as Mr. Feng, and Mr. Feng is actually a..."

"Stop." Yang Yiming put up a palm and stood in front of Ding Zimu, "What are you talking about?"

Ding Zimu stopped immediately: "Yes, I'm sorry, I, I'm nervous, I, as soon as I stop, I'm very scared."

"Are you not afraid to speak?"

"Speaking, I don't care about being afraid." Ding Zimu turned to stare at Yang Yiming's collar.

Yang Yiming said: "Didn't you just have a lot of courage?"

"I, I'm afraid of your, answer."

"Afraid of my answer?" Yang Yiming chuckled softly, "What answer do you want?"

"The truth." Ding Zimu said, "No matter what, I want a truthful answer."

"I'm telling the truth, can you really accept it?" Yang Yiming said slowly.

Ding Zimu felt that his heart stopped beating in an instant, and sank all the way coldly, he was a little panicked.In fact, he always felt that Yang Yiming liked him, especially after hearing Jun Jun's words, he was even more sure of this.But thinking about it now, he realized that it wasn't that he was sure that Yang Yiming liked him, but that he never dared to think what would happen if Yang Yiming didn't like him.

Ding Zimu tried to sit up straighter. He promised Teacher Yang that no matter what situation he was in from now on, he would live stronger and better.He silently thought, it's okay, the big deal is to go back to the old days, I can continue to chase him, until one day he likes me.

However, the straighter his waist was, the deeper his heart sank. Ding Zimu felt that there was a mountain on his shoulders, and he could hardly breathe.

Yang Yiming stretched out his hand to touch Ding Zimu's face, the temperature was so hot.Ding Zimu quickly lowered his eyes, blinking his eyelashes lightly, revealing his panic and nervousness.

"My truth is," Yang Yiming sighed, "you are only 22 years old."

"Huh?" Ding Zimu raised his head and said eagerly, "I'm already 22 years old, I know what I'm doing, Mr. Yang, you have to believe me, I'm not just a moment..."

Ding Zimu couldn't continue speaking, because Yang Yiming suddenly leaned over and kissed his lips gently.It was hardly a kiss, just two lips touching lightly.But Ding Zimu felt that his whole face was numb, his mind went blank, and his face was on fire.He tried his best to widen his eyes, but he couldn't see anything in front of him.

"What I mean is," Yang Yiming said, sticking to Ding Zimu's lips gently, without leaving Ding Zimu's lips, "you sold yourself at the age of 22, are you losing money?"

"If you sell it to you, you won't lose money."

"You are a fan," Yang Yiming muttered, "Go to hell."

He hugged Ding Zimu into his arms forcefully, pinched his jaw unceremoniously, and pressed Ding Zimu into his arms.God knows how long he's wanted to do this, God knows how much he's longed for this boy, all sanity and restraint to hell at this point.

Just want to do one thing, kiss him well.

Ding Zimu felt that he was going to fly again, and the heart that had been sinking to the ground just now was still missing, but this time it had already flown beyond the sky.He didn't bother to look for that heart, and he didn't need to look for it, as long as the person holding him was there, everything was not important.

All this turned out to be true!

I love him, I love me, how amazing!

Ding Zimu grabbed Yang Yiming's shoulders hard, and he could feel Yang Yiming's heartbeat in his chest, which was as violent as his.In a daze, Ding Zimu felt that his eyes were getting darker and darker, and his chest was bulging and painful.

Yang Yiming let go of him and patted him on the back: "Breath!"

"Ah..." Ding Zimu took a deep breath, feeling that his whole body was so hot that his clothes could catch fire.

"Are you afraid?" Yang Yiming asked softly, "Will it make you uncomfortable?"

Ding Zimu blushed unreasonably, but he still shook his head bravely.Yang Yiming let out a sigh of relief, the moment he kissed him was uncontrollable, but now he remembered the night Xu Lin described to him, that disgustingly dirty...

Yang Yiming gently stroked Ding Zimu's lips with his thumb, it was soft, very hot and moist.Yang Yiming couldn't help but leaned over and touched his lips lightly, as if he was addicted, he found that he really liked to use his lips to feel the warmth and softness of the other party.When it was over, Yang Yiming lamented, this is a disease for which there is no cure.

"Ding Zimu," Yang Yiming coughed, trying to keep a straight face, "I have to... talk to you."

"Okay." Ding Zimu nodded, and put his gaze on Yang Yiming's ear.

Yang Yiming raised Ding Zimu's head, forcing him to face him face to face: "Can you just watch me?"

"Okay." Ding Zimu blinked and started staring at the tip of Yang Yiming's nose.

"Oh," Yang Yiming sighed, "Your eyes are right, silly boy." After speaking, a kiss was imprinted on Ding Zimu's brow, and then slid onto his eyelid.Ding Zimu's whole body trembled. If Yang Yiming hadn't hugged him, he would probably have jumped up from the sofa.Yang Yiming's lips, with magical power, excited every nerve in him, and his fingertips began to tingle.He felt that he was floating so badly that he needed to be held down or hugged by something so as not to fly to the ceiling.

"En." Ding Zimu moaned uncontrollably, and immediately lost control under his hands. He pressed Yang Yiming's shoulders hard, and pressed himself against Yang Yiming's shoulders a little maniacally.The force was so great that Yang Yiming was caught off guard and was directly pressed onto the sofa.Yang Yiming turned his face away slightly, stretched out his hand to press Ding Zimu's neck and rubbed gently: "Ding Zimu?"

"I, I," Ding Zimu leaned over Yang Yiming's body, and stammered, "That, I..."

"Well, you're getting fat." Yang Yiming said solemnly, "It's still quite heavy. But I think you can get a little fatter, and it's still a bit embarrassing."

Ding Zimu swallowed, not knowing what to say.

Yang Yiming's soul howled in a sea of ​​flames: Xiao Ding Ding, your sensitive point is so strange!What should we do now?I'm about to...

Yang Yiming said, "You, can you get up first?"

But Ding Zimu did not dare to move, he kept this posture carefully, praying that he would not be too hard, he knew that as soon as he stood up, nothing could be hidden: "I, I, I want to lie down for a while. "

Yang Yiming looked at the ceiling and reached out to hug Ding Zimu: "Don't fall, this sofa is not very wide."

The two hugged each other tightly, huddled on the sofa, under the palms of each other's fiery body trembling slightly, in the eyes were the same burning eyes of the other party, breathing entangled with each other, and the heart slowly calmed down like this.

Yang Yiming thought it was a miracle. He hugged him and huddled on the sofa in thin pajamas, but the impulse gradually subsided, leaving only peace and peace of mind.Many things can not be done, but the heart is also satisfied and joyful.

"I'm so happy." Yang Yiming stroked Ding Zimu's hair, "I feel like I've won a lottery."

"I, I am." Ding Zimu said, "My luck is exhausted, the luck I have accumulated for 22 years is exhausted."

Yang Yiming chuckled happily: "Ding Zimu, your love talk is good enough, who did you learn from?"

"No," Ding Zimu said seriously, "I really think so, Teacher Yang, I didn't lie to you."

Yang Yiming's brows twitched fiercely, and the three words "Teacher Yang" ruthlessly reminded him that "learn to be a teacher and be a model".

"Ding Zimu, we have to change our address." Yang Yiming said, "When you call me teacher, I feel guilty."

"Then, Yang, Yang, Yang..."

"Are you selling Hengyuanxiang?" Yang Yiming said with a smile, "Hengyuanxiang is a sheep."

"I, I can't call out." Ding Zimu muttered.

"Call 'Yiming' to listen to it." Yang Yiming lay comfortably, looking at Ding Zimu's blushing face all the time, feeling extremely happy.

"One, one, one, one ming."

"Two, two, two, two woods."

Ding Zimu glanced at Yang Yiming, shy and somewhat annoyed.

"Whatever you call it," Yang Yiming was defeated by those eyes that were almost dripping water, he waved the white flag and said, "It's up to you."

Ding Zimu relaxed himself, leaned on Yang Yiming's shoulder and said, "Teacher Yang, I like you."

"Yeah." Yang Yiming tilted his head and kissed Ding Zimu's hair, "I like you too."

"I will always like you," Ding Zimu said seriously, "it won't change."

"I try not to give you reasons and opportunities to change."

"you……"

"Ermu," Yang Yiming interrupted Ding Zimu, "Even if you can't change your name to call me Teacher Yang, can you change the word 'you' to 'you'? I always feel that I am inferior to you when you call me that. "

Ding Zimu smiled lightly: "Junjun calls me Brother Mumu."

"Smelly girl." Yang Yiming wrinkled his nose, "Let her change her mouth next time."

Ding Zimu sat up all of a sudden, so fast that he almost fell under the sofa.Yang Yiming felt that his arms were suddenly empty, and the warm feeling just now was gone.So he clicked his tongue in dissatisfaction and stretched out his hand to pull him down: "What are you doing?"

"Yang, Teacher Yang," Ding Zimu stammered even more, "You, you, you..."

"you!"

"You," Ding Zimu took a breath, "You said you would go home next time?"

"That's right," Yang Yiming said as a matter of course, "I have to ask that girl to change her words, at least call her an uncle, right? Or you can change your name by the way. My sister is fine, anyway, you have to call me uncle." Sister, my mother..."

"Dangdang!"

Yang Yiming was talking happily, but felt pushed, his arms were empty again, followed by a loud noise, he turned his body and saw Ding Zimu sitting on the ground.

"What are you doing?" Yang Yiming said leisurely, "Sit comfortably on the ground?"

"You, you said..."

Yang Yiming smiled and said, "You."

"Say," Ding Zimu collected himself, "Auntie..."

"That's right," Yang Yiming said, "You know that my mother's health is failing. A few months ago, she said that her biggest wish was to see me fail. chant, okay?"

"Ah, Auntie knows..." Ding Zimu swallowed, "I know you, ah no, you, you are... that, know me... I..."

Yang Yiming really thought it was funny that Ding Zimu was so frightened that his three souls took off and his seven souls took off, but he couldn't bear to see him being scared like this.After struggling for a while, he gave up and said, "I came out a long time ago, and my mother knows."

"Yes, yes, but you are still on a blind date."

"I'm bisexual." Yang Yiming said honestly, "Of course I have to work hard if I have the chance to return to the mainstream, but I don't have the chance now. I'm bent like a paperclip now."

Ding Zimu hesitated for a moment and said, "Is it because of me..."

"No." Yang Yiming shook his head. "It has nothing to do with you. I haven't had any serious girlfriends before. I don't think I call women very often. My mother said that I am actually gay, but that I am bisexual. Love is playing a cover."

"Oh." Ding Zimu nodded.

"So you'd better change your mind when you go back next week. The old lady likes you very much."

Ding Zimu's heart that was beating normally just now began to vibrate crazily again.

Yang Yiming stood up and pulled Ding Zimu up from the ground: "It's so cold on the ground, how long are you going to sit?"

"I want to calm down," Ding Zimu said with a shy smile, "I think I'm going crazy."

"Don't," Yang Yiming kissed Ding Zimu's cheek lightly, "I went crazy just after abducting a wife in the name of my teacher's corruption, then I lost money."

"Ah!" Ding Zimu was suddenly reminded by Yang Yiming's words, and he shouted: "Mr. Yang, will I affect your work? Brother Yuan said that I will cause you to lose your job and be scolded."

"Brother Yuan?" Yang Yiming narrowed his eyes, "Yuan Qiao?"

"Yeah." Ding Zimu nodded, "Teacher Yang, we can be more careful not to let others know. Just say that I am your patient, and we don't say anything else."

"Yuan Qiao knows you like me?"

"I think what Brother Yuan said is quite reasonable. I haven't thought about it before."

"What else did the surname Yuan tell you?"

"I'm still a little worried."

"I'm going to smash his shop tomorrow."

"Ah, why!" Ding Zimu asked.

"You react quickly when it comes to smashing the store." Yang Yiming squinted his eyes, "Can't you see that I'm jealous? It's so obvious that I eat."

Ding Zimu blinked, thinking that Yang Yiming might have DID tonight, this is not his daily style at all: "Why are you jealous?"

"You like me, and someone knows it before me!"

Even if Ding Zimu decided to kill him, it cannot be said that Luo Yang knew about it.

"Why did Yuan Qiao know?" Yang Yiming leaned closer to Ding Zimu and asked, "I always thought that he was either rape or robbery if he had nothing to do!"

"He..." Ding Zimu blushed again, "He can see that I'm always distracted in the bakery."

"When he cheated on you, you just said it?"

Ding Zimu nodded, and at the same time warned himself that even in the DID state, he could not tell Yang Yiming what Yuan Qiao had confessed to him.Brother Yuan is a nice person, so we can't harm him.Ding Zimu decided to quickly change the subject: "Mr. Yang, will our being together affect you?"

Yang Yiming nodded: "Yes, I think about you every day, I will not concentrate on work, and then there will be problems; I don't want to go to work every day, I want to go to the bakery to stare at you; when I eat in the cafeteria, I will think about the dishes you cook; When I drink water, I think of the coffee you made..."

Ding Zimu's uncontrollable smile grew bigger and bigger, and he listened to every word with his glowing red ears.

"I like you." Yang Yiming stopped and sighed, "It's terrible, I like you."

After speaking, he kissed him.