My little boyfriend always teases me, what should I do?

"I'll help you apply some medicine later."

"What medicine?"

Mu Yang was stunned, and saw the red mark on his wrist again, he immediately reacted, and quickly waved his hands.

"It's okay, Brother Tang Huang, it doesn't hurt at all, and you don't need to pay too much attention to it, and these marks will fade away in two days."

Hearing what he said, Tang Huang's face darkened instantly.

"Hate me leaving marks on you?"

Ming Xia was always like this in the past, every time she went to bed like a frightened little rabbit, she begged Tang Huang cautiously not to leave traces on her body.

"No, Brother Tang Huang, I..."

Mu Yang panicked in an instant, wanted to explain, and saw that Tang Huang's light brown eyes like glazed glass were overflowing with sadness, and was startled, then got up and leaned over, held Tang Huang's cheek, and kissed Kissing his soft and cool lips as sharp as a knife, she said affectionately.

"It's ok, Brother Tang Huang, no matter how many marks you leave on me, I will accept it with pleasure."

This child seems to have been extremely attached to him since he was a child. Even though he had deliberately alienated him after knowing his feelings, he still ran towards him like a moth to a flame.

A look of astonishment and panic flashed in Tang Huang's eyes, and then he took Mu Yang's hand away and said.

"Let's eat."

Mu Yangyang lowered his eyelids in frustration, and didn't say anything else.

After the meal, Tang Huang helped Mu Yang apply the medicine, then changed his clothes and went out. Mu Yang helped him tidy up the flower seedlings in the yard, and then had some lunch casually. He felt very boring, so he decided to make an appointment. Those friends who often get together went to the billiard room.

However, before those people arrived, Mu Yang saw Song Yi, and what he didn't expect was that although Song Yi was young, he played billiards well, and now he was lying on the pool table, concentrating on Staring at the ball in front of him, and because of the bent posture, showing his lean waist, Mu Yang only found it interesting, so he walked over again, patted Song Yi's butt, and said.

"Little devil, let me catch you now."

Song Yi's body froze from the fright, and he turned his head in extreme annoyance. Seeing that it was Mu Yang, his cheeks flushed immediately, and he asked angrily.

"What are you doing here?"

"Playing pool."

Mu Yang took the cue from Song Yi's hand, sat down on the pool table, and easily hit the ball that Song Yi hadn't entered the hole just now, then raised his eyelids and looked at Song Yi.

"Did you come to play alone?"

"none of your business!"

Song Yi glared at Mu Yang, trying to grab the club, but accidentally tripped over Mu Yang's foot, and fell into his arms unexpectedly.

Surrounded by strange and pleasant smells, the chest touched by the cheeks is also broad and firm, Song Yi's cheeks are as red as a ripe tomato, and he desperately wants to get up from Mu Yang's arms, but Mu Yang always sees the past He was actually shy when he was blown up, and he just found it very interesting. He simply reached out and wrapped his arms around his waist, deliberately leaned over, blew hot air into his ear sockets, and lowered his voice, asking.

"You kid obviously has such a beautiful and clean face, why do you have such a bad temper, huh?"

As Mu Yang spoke, he looked at Song Yi carefully again, only to realize that he had a pair of extremely sparkling and attractive peach blossom eyes, and his rough and hot fingertips involuntarily rubbed against the corners of his powdered eyes, and the next second , but was pushed away by Song Yi impatiently.

"Don't touch me, you perverted teacher."

As a result, just as Song Yi finished speaking, there was a sudden commotion.

"Oh, Mu Yang, is this your kid's new playmate?"

"Why, that Brother Tanghuang stopped playing with you?"

"Tsk, instead of looking for this kind of brat, you might as well play with me."

"Don't talk nonsense, let's play together today, I still have something to do."

Because he was afraid that Song Yi would not get used to it, and he was still his head teacher anyway, so he directly hugged Song Yi's shoulders and led him out of the billiard room with the laughter of the crowd. However, when passing by the nearby ballet classroom, Song Yi Yi suddenly opened his mouth.

"Ada used to come here to practice dancing, and every time I lay down here and peeked at him."

Mu Yang was slightly taken aback, seeing Song Yi's face full of loneliness, he suddenly thought of himself, and inexplicably felt the same way, so he pinched the back of his neck like a cat, and asked.

"How about a drink?"

"Don't forget that you are a teacher."

"Come on, you kid has grown up anyway."

"No, in case someone else in the class sees it..."

"Come on, come on, baby, I won't let you get drunk, does your mother allow you to drink?"

"She has been on a business trip for more than half a month, so she has no time to take care of me."

"Then how about coming to my house tonight, you like playing games too?"

"I like it, but..."

"Just like it."

As Mu Yang said, he opened the car door again, let Song Yi sit in, and then walked around in front of the car himself, and sat in the driver's seat. Considering that being outside with the students really had a bad effect, Mu Yang simply brought him back. When I got home, I asked my aunt to prepare dinner.

Although Song Yi is usually abusive, he is still a child, and now he is sitting on the sofa in the living room with some embarrassment. Seeing this, Mu Yang took another can of drink, opened the pull ring, and handed it to him. Song Yi raised his eyelids, looked at him suspiciously, and asked again.

"Didn't you say you want to drink?"

"Just kidding, no teacher would encourage students to drink."

As Mu Yang said, he got up again, turned on the TV, took out the game controller, and threw one to Song Yi.

"What games do you play on weekdays?"

"casual."

"How about this one?"

Song Yi snorted disdainfully, and said again.

"You're too naive. This can be considered a game. It's an antique from many years ago."

"Why do you brat talk so much?"

As Mu Yang spoke, he pressed the start button, but at this moment, Song Yi said impatiently.

"Go a little over there, you're too close to me."

"I never met you."

"Are you an idiot? I'm talking about the game."

"I'm next to you to protect you."

"Who needs the protection of a rookie like you?"

"Do you know who I am? You dare to call me a rookie."

"Hey, why are you attacking me?"