The cold and ruthless school bully's school god, Xiaojiaofu

When Bian Jing woke up in the morning, he only felt very hot around him, especially the back and waist.

He moved his body, leaned back, and crashed into a wall of copper and iron.

Xie Ting hugged him to sleep from the side, with his tightly encircled arms in front of him, and his chest behind him, the side scene was in a dilemma.

When it was even more embarrassing, it was still dawn, and his ears were so sensitive that he could hear the sound of Xie Ju driving.

The sound of the big Mercedes engine in the underground parking garage is very small, but the side scene is very sensitive at the moment, and he needs something else to divert his attention.

Whether it was him or Xie Ting, there was a reaction on his body.

He struggled a little, and Xie Ting hugged him even tighter.

A pack of hot things was pressed against the back of the waist, and after a while, the thing grew up by itself, and gradually took the shape of a sweet potato.

It is normal to react in the morning, which boy has no reaction in the morning?

The sound of Xie Ting's breathing sprayed on his stamina, and the fine fluff on that piece of white and smooth skin was shaken by the breathing.

Bian Jing waited for a long time, he was about to go down by himself, but Xie Ting hadn't, even the skin on his lower back was scalding hot.

This is not the point.

The point is, Xie Ting rubbed against him in his sleep.

"..."

He rubbed the side scene several times, he looked behind him, Xie Ting was still awake.

The rubbing movements were slow and grueling, Bian Jing couldn't take it anymore, and the desire he had just dissipated was aroused again.

"Ting...Brother Ting." Bian Jing's hoarse voice startled him.

Fortunately, Xie Ting was alert, his voice was quiet but he still woke him up.

Bian Jing struggled in his arms, remembering.

But Xie Ting said in a deep voice, "Don't move."

Bian Jing didn't dare to move, and pushed him: "Get up, go to the toilet..."

His eyes were still not clear when he got up early, Xie Ting squinted his eyes to look at the side scene, and the side scene looked back at him in embarrassment, he was both young, Xie Ting asked him in a hoarse voice: "Brother Jing, shall we help each other? "

"..."

"No, no, I can't hold it."

"..."

Bian Jing was hot all over, and his body was pink everywhere, and he didn't know why things turned out like this.

After an absurd scene, Bian Jing couldn't recover from the aftertaste, he served Xie Ting first, and finally Xie Ting released him.

Packed up the toilet paper on the floor, threw it into the wastebasket, pulled up the side scene who was pretending to be dead on the pillow and quilt: "Get up for breakfast? Recite words?"

Bian Jing was so thick-skinned, he buried his body in the quilt again, and said in a muffled voice, "I won't go, I'll sleep again."

Xie Ting didn't force him, touched his red earlobe, and said: "Then I'll go for a run first."

"What would you like for breakfast?"

"egg."

"..."

Bian Jing recalled the scene just now, he didn't want to say the word egg anymore, he buried it in the pillow like an ostrich, and said to himself, "You can buy it yourself."

Xie Ting laughed on top of him until his chest trembled: "Okay, I see, you can make up for it later."

He touched his earlobe again, and said softly, "Thanks for your hard work."

Bian Jing waited for him to go out before showing his face from the pillow, staring in the direction of the door, and cursed bitterly: "Asshole."

The early bird catches the worm, if he knew that living with Bian Jing would have such benefits, Xie Ting should have told his mother that lie earlier.

Mr. Xie woke up early in the morning and went for a run in the compound. He met many familiar people and greeted them warmly: "Hi, grandpa and grandma."

"Hey, good morning."

The compound was full of familiar family members, and someone asked him, "What happened to Mr. Xie? You are so happy."

Xie Ting greeted him with a smile: "It's okay. Uncle Li has been doing well recently."

Uncle Li shook his head: "Your boy is not bad either."

After Xie Ting finished his run, he went to the street corner to buy breakfast and returned home, ran up to the second floor in two or three steps, pushed open the door, looked around, and the smile froze on his face.

Side scenes are not in his room.

I quickly found the room, but there was no one in the room.

"Brother Jing."

"Where are you?"

No one answered him in the huge two-story villa.

A sense of panic welled up from the bottom of Xie Ting's heart, did the side view leave?

Why is he leaving?

Because I forced him like that in the morning?

Can't he accept it?

Xie Ting's head was in a mess, and he never felt afraid at this moment.

What if Bian Jing ignores him from now on?

Shouldn't do it in the morning.

Xie Ting fumbled with the hair on his forehead with both hands, grabbed two handfuls, very annoyed.

It is not difficult to see that this young man who has just opened his mind is full of guilt and remorse at this moment.

"Brother Jing."

Xie Ting yelled again towards the empty room, but still no one answered him.

The feeling of silence and loneliness that filled the room when he was a child came back again. Every time he woke up, his parents were gone. He got up by himself, sat on the stairs, hugged the doll, and kept calling his parents in the room.

No one answered him.

I was ignorant when I was a child, and every time I woke up, I thought I was abandoned.

Parents may not want him.

He is now calling another important name, and the owner of this name has not responded to him.

Xie Ting was still sitting on the stairs. In the same position, from the age of three to 17, he called other people's names countless times, but none of them got a response.

"Brother Jing."