When the storm took the script

After Fu Xiao came out, Qiao An's face was still flushed.

Clearly he hasn't recovered from the humiliating scene in the bathroom.

He has known that he likes men since he was 12 years old when all his friends had their "first love".

Perhaps because of family reasons, Qiao An seriously lacks paternal love, and doesn't like peers, but has a special feeling for those mature and stable men. The magazines under the bed are all kinds of sexy male models with explosive hormones. He would enter his room casually, with all kinds of half naked, half covered, everything that one expects to find.

But these are not as exciting as Fu Xiao brought him...

And now you can still watch it every day, and you can still touch it if you are shameless. This is too much a test of people's willpower, right?

Qiao Yu was fidgeting, feeling his whole body was hot, and clasped his hands hard.

"What are you thinking about?" Seeing Qiao Yu's cute sitting posture, Fu Xiao lowered his head and didn't know what he was thinking, so he walked over and tapped his forehead.

Qiao An didn't dare to speak, fearing that he couldn't help but tremble a little and be beaten to death.

The face of "Fu Xiao" has been with him for 28 years. Qiao An's secretly hidden thoughts can be seen all over his eyes. Fu Xiao chuckled lightly. He didn't expect Brother Qiao to be such an innocent and shy person.

The person who was being YY smiled meaningfully, Qiao An's palms were sweating, his face was flushed, embarrassed and ashamed, he always felt like a transparent person, and he couldn't do anything in front of Fu Xiao.

In fact, Qiao An was overthinking. Fu Xiao was so thick-skinned that he felt that there was no one in this world who would not be moved by seeing his naked body.

Qiao An didn't get a nosebleed on the spot, so it wasn't a sign of respect for Father Fu's hard-working abs.

"The situation between the two of us..."

Fu Xiao didn't intentionally tease Qiao An anymore, he collapsed on the sofa like a salted fish, and lazily said, "Let's watch it for a day, if Monday is not changed, I will go to teach you for you, as for you..."

Fu Xiao paused, and imagined in his mind the scene where Brother Qiao was giving him a lecture.

Brother Qiao stepped on the table and wrote on the blackboard. His style and demeanor were ugly, and there might be eight typos out of ten.

The pointer tapped, "Brothers, please be quiet! Dad will tell you about this question today. Why don't you choose A, because those with brains don't choose A, B? Only pigs choose B, and if you make a mistake, go back. Think carefully about whether you chose B because you ate too much pig feed. As for C, because D is correct, you don’t choose C. Do you understand everything? If you understand, go to the next question.”

Fu Xiao laughed out loud.

There will be another ignorant disapproval in the audience, which will make Brother Qiao angry...

A blackboard erasing boomerang flew past, spattering blood on the spot.

It's outrageous when you think about it.

"If you haven't changed back on Monday, you can go and tell Lao Yang that I have cancer and I will live in a hospital for ten or eight years." Fu Xiao didn't know whether to laugh or cry, he scratched his hair, there were a few green hairs on the palm of his hand, he frowned, "Brother Qiao, let's discuss, can I dye this hair back?"

Qiao Yu was taken aback for a moment, then said absent-mindedly, "It's up to you."

Fu Xiao said: "Then let me tell you about the situation on my side first, and you will talk to me later, so as not to be discovered and cause unnecessary trouble."

Qiao An had recovered from the temptation of beauty, and now he was thinking about something else, so he hummed perfunctorily.

Swapping bodies means temporarily exchanging lives, and those things that he has tried to hide, unbearable, ugly, wronged, and painful, will all be displayed in Fu Xiao's eyes, like a person covered with rotten sores The fig leaf was suddenly torn away.

Is God going to play him to death?

"Did you listen?" Fu Xiao briefly told Qiao An about his situation, only to find that the man had been playing with his fingers in a daze, and hadn't heard anything at all.

Qiao An's eyelashes trembled, confused: "What did you say?"

"Speaking of you, what are you thinking?" Even though Fu Xiao changed his body, he is a boss who is almost 30 years old. The feeling of oppression is there. When Qiao An was questioned by him, he apologized in a flustered way: "I'm sorry."

Fu Xiao narrowed his eyes slightly, "I'll say it one last time, remember it well."

Qiao Yu nodded embarrassingly, although his face was still not very good, but at least he focused on what Fu Xiao said.

Fu Xiao's situation is very simple. Almost all of his network resources are in City A. The only people in Jiangcheng who often contact him are his relatives and Zhou Qian, and he doesn't live with his parents. If he doesn't go back for a month or two, his family won't think have what.

Compared with Qiao An's chaotic life, it was more than a little bit better.

Qiao An wrote down her address on a piece of paper, "I live with my grandma. My father beat someone to death and went to prison when I was a child, and my mother remarried. Lin Dai and Zhu Zhu from No. [-] Middle School have a better relationship."

Fu Xiao: "No more?"

Qiao An couldn't understand his emotions, his heart skipped a beat, and he smiled awkwardly: "My birthday is July 7th, not yesterday."

Fu Xiao: ...Little bastard, I've blinded me for a good cigarette.

"Are you sure it's gone? They're all grasshoppers on the same rope. Let me be honest, kid."

Fu Xiao knocked on the table rhythmically. He drank too much that day. When he woke up, he would find that many places were not logically correct. Today, he happened to meet Qiao An and Brother Cuntou fighting. The two looked like enemies. More like friends.

Not to mention Brother Cuntou's look at Qiao An, tsk.

After all, Qiao An was a half-grown child, and couldn't stand Fu Xiao's questioning with a half-smile, he hesitated for a moment, and finally spoke.

"The injury wasn't caused by Chen Dong...Chen Dong was the inch-head brother that night."

Fu Xiao frowned, how many people has this brat offended.

He didn't show it on his face, and his heart was a little blocked.

"Yes……"

"Yes Yes……"

Almost, just a little bit, Qiao An said.

But he really didn't have the courage to tear open his own wounds in front of Fu Xiao, and the breath he held was like a balloon with a hole in it, slowly disappearing with the passage of time.

Fu Xiao was still waiting for his answer.

"It's...it's someone else from the sports school." Qiao An almost scratched his fingers, lowered his head to avoid Fu Xiao's scrutiny, and there seemed to be no way to hide any lies. Kind of pleading, "Don't ask."

"it is good."

Fu Xiao choked, Qiao An was lying.

No matter whether it's the playful sister Qiao or the irritable brother Qiao, they shouldn't show this weak expression.

Looking at him, Fu Xiao suddenly felt his chest constricted, and an indescribable burst of fire came to him, and after seeing Qiao An's pale face, he felt distressed.

Why bother.

Just a child, what's more important.

Fu Xiao concealed his emotions very well, and smiled at him, "Yeah, I see, as long as you see a group of people on the road, regardless of whether they are seeking revenge, you can run away with your ass pouted, right?"

Qiao Yu hesitated and said, "You don't need to poke your butt, it's a bit cowardly."

Fu Xiao laughed angrily: "Believe it or not."

Qiao Yu suddenly said again very solemnly: "I'm sorry."

Fu Xiao was taken aback, looked up to see that his eye circles were red, and he didn't know how many things were in his heart at such a young age.

"Why are you crying? What did I say, did you bully you? Brother Qiao, the school's bully, old man Pengci?"

Fu Xiao no longer deliberately suppressed him with words and emotions, and returned to Mr. Fu's unreliable look before. He patted his arm and said, "Let's go, Mr. Fu will take you to buy a mobile phone. Isn't your mobile phone soaked in water?"

Qiao An breathed a sigh of relief, and followed him to a certain fruit store, where Fu Xiao bought two of the latest models.

When paying the bill, Qiao An said: "AA, I'll transfer half of it back to you."

Fu Xiao raised his eyebrows when he heard this, seeing that he was still in a bad mood, he deliberately said: "Brother Mingsheng will promise you AA."

"..."

Qiao Yu paused and held back for a long time, thinking that screaming at his body would not be considered an advantage, so he called out in a low voice: "...Brother."

Fu Xiao smiled, "How can I make you spend money if you call me brother. It's just that it doesn't feel good to hear yourself screaming. Remember to call again when you get back."

"..."

Qiao An's ears turned red, he didn't say a word, but he replied in a low voice.

Fu Xiao dragged him out of the door, "Okay, you, Mr. Fu, are rich, and you don't need three melons and two dates. If you really want to be filial, buy me a big house at the root of the imperial city, and bring 108 people in seven and seven out." The kind of maid."

The heart of a young man was completely shattered by these words, Qiao Yu squeezed his fists, gritted his teeth and said, "Mr. Fu, your inhuman mouth will be cut to pieces sooner or later."

"It doesn't matter." Fu Xiao was shameless, lowered his head and replaced the SIM card of his old mobile phone, and said casually, "Anyway, the rotten one is not mine."

The phone turns on.

A text message from an unknown phone number.

——Brother, I regret it.

—Bro, I’m not married.

——Fu Xiao, do we still have a chance?

roll.

After Fu Xiao responded with his brain consciousness, he directly pulled the black, stretched in a comfortable mood, looked up to a barber shop with not many people, and dragged Qiao An into it.

I tugged and didn't move.

He turned his head to look, and Qiao An's expression was not very good, as if he saw something, he was flustered and a little scared.

"Joe Eucalyptus?"

"Ok?"

Qiao An came back to his senses and explained: "I thought it was an acquaintance, but I was wrong."

Fu Xiao took a deep look at him, his face was a little dark, not used to his stinky habit of holding back his words, he walked into the barber shop without saying a word.

Qiao An is a child who doesn't understand the world, he should have found that Fu Xiao was angry, and grabbed the corner of his clothes to flatter him.

"Teacher Fu..."

Fu Xiao ignored him, and said flatly: "Don't use my face to be cute."

"I'm not being cute." Qiao Yu retracted her fingers, facing her own face in embarrassment, and stammered, "I just feel like someone is following us."

"Stalking?" In broad daylight?

Fu Xiao was a little unbelievable, but Qiao An was not the kind of person who would just talk about it. Whenever he could say such a thing, he must have a certain basis.

Can anyone?

Hold……

In the novel, it was said that Qiao An's mother wanted to send people to the juvenile education and correction institution, so they couldn't be the fucking people, could they?

Fu Xiao immediately turned dark.

At the same time, I was a little lucky, very glad that it was him in my body now.

If it was Qiao An...

Fu Xiao has seen those news more or less. Some of these people pretended to be the police and kidnapped the children, and they also invited local hooligans and some retired soldiers. Most of the children who were sent to reform were delinquents and school bullies. No matter how powerful the skill is, two fists are no match for four hands.

Fu Xiao controlled his emotions, and asked calmly, "Do you know who it is?"

Qiao An hesitated and shook his head.

Fu Xiao didn't know what kind of feelings Qiao An had for his mother, nor did he know how much he knew about the fact that his mother wanted to send him to "reform".

But I had to admit that Fu Xiao was a little scared right now.

I'm afraid that Qiao An still has a little longing for maternal love.

Afraid that he would be sad when he knew the truth.

"It's okay." Fu Xiao breathed out a dirty breath, and smiled at him, "It's better to leave these matters to the adults, Qiao An, you are my student, you should give Teacher Fu more trust."

Qiao An has been responsible for everything since he was a child. This is the first time he heard someone say this to him, and his nose can't help but feel a little sore.

"Okay, what a big deal." Fu Xiao smiled, and smiled at the barber who was waiting, "I'm sorry to keep you waiting."

"It's okay, you look so good-looking, and I'm willing to wait for a day." The barber smiled playfully, and took the iPad over. "These are a few hairstyles I just picked out that suit you better. You can take a look."

"Okay." Fu Xiao scratched casually, having an assessment of the level of this barber shop in his heart, and handed it to Qiao An and said, "Look, do you like it?"

Qiao An didn't really have any requirements for his own hair. Compared with boys, he liked all kinds of beautiful hairstyles for girls. He even thought about growing his hair long, and braided it to make himself happy when he had nothing to do.

He had checked to see if he was abnormal before, and there was something about gender cognitive impairment in the book, but Qiao An felt that he was not. He clearly knew that he was a boy, but he just liked all cute and beautiful things. Coincidentally, What's more, these are simply and rudely thought by the world that boys should not like them.

It's their superficiality, and it's not their own fault, so why should he be said to be sick.

Qiao Yu said casually, "It's fine to cut your hair short."

Barber: "Oh, how can your little boyfriend be so good--"

Qiao An blushed and interrupted him: "He, he's not my boyfriend!"

The owner of the barbershop looked disbelieving.

Fu Xiao suppressed a smile, and clearly expressed his refusal. He did all kinds of stupid things during his rebellious period. In order to anger his parents, he made an afro, and the mixed band wore long curly hair that killed Matt.

But he has never been a pretty boy before. Fu Xiao thinks about Qiao An's soft short black hair, his shallow, soft smile, his face turns red when he is shy, and if he teases him harshly, he might pounce on him with all his teeth and claws. , I can't beat him, I can only be bullied by him honestly.

I can't tell you what it feels like, but it's cool anyway.

It's much more fun than raising paper people with krypton gold in the mobile phone.

Fu Swen scum Xiao pointed to the hairstyle of a beautiful Japanese boy inside, staring at Qiao An deliberately: "That's it?"

Fuck!

That's a good student, right?Is it too soft?

Not school bully at all, not Brother Qiao at all!

"Ok?"

Fu Xiao's tone turned a corner, exerting a little pressure.

"Okay, okay..."

Qiao Yu turned his head, it wasn't him who was ashamed anyway.

But let alone, there are indeed billions of dots that look good.

The author has something to say:

Hey, why are there less of them recently?

因为29、30要出去和舍友参加一个展览，为了不断更，只能每天少更些，挤出来匀到那两天去。感谢在2020-08-2623：57：24～2020-08-2723：50：35期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦～

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