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

Xie Ting put a Band-Aid on his face, giving his whole face a lot of abstinence.

The side scene took a close-up of his face and side, and flipped through the previous photos. From the beginning of Xie Ting's fight, the viciousness came out.

The side scene was obsessed, Xie Ting wanted to watch it as a movie, but the side scene blocked it with his hand, and said, "It will be washed out for you in a few days."

Xie Ting didn't force it either.

The red brick factory was close to the rental house, so the two went back to live in the rental house.

Xie Ting still remembered that in this room, when Bian Jing was drunk, he grabbed his fingers and sucked.

For a moment, Xie Ting saw that the bed was a bit discolored.

"Find a place to sit by yourself, sit on the bed, and I'll edit the photos." Bian Jing returned to his place, not as stiff as he was at Xie's house.

Xie Ting had no objection, and joked: "Brother Jing, why did you let me sit on the bed so quickly? Shouldn't we proceed step by step and contact each other first?"

After finishing speaking, he wanted to hug Bian Jing, Bian Jing pushed him away and said, "Don't flirt with me."

Xie Ting withdrew his hand, and lay down on his bed in boredom. This room is so small, it can fit a bed and a writing desk, there is no more space.

It was such a small space that gave Xie Ting a sense of security without words.

Xie's house is so big, the courtyard, the first and second floors, and each room did not give him such a feeling.

Xie Ting hugged Bian Jing's quilt and rolled around, and only after he calmed down did he look at Bian Jing's back.

The figure of the side scene is thinner, with a thin waist, thin shoulders and long legs, and a standard boyish body.

Xie Ting walked over, propped up the workbench with one hand, and looked at the screen with his body at the same line of sight as the side scene.

Bianjing's thoughts were all on the photo, the mouse kept clicking, and his fingers occasionally tapped on the keyboard a few times, but he didn't look at Xie Ting.

If he looked back at Xie Ting at this time, he would find that Xie Ting was so close to him, he could kiss Xie Ting's chin by raising his head.

Xie Xiaoba saw that he could not interfere with the side scene work, so he picked and picked on the workbench.

There are a few books on the workbench, which should have been put down by Bian Jing when he lived here before.

Picking up one of them, and preparing to open it, the pages of the book were brought to the page with the paper in it, and an orange envelope jumped into Xie Ting's eyes.

suicide note.

Therefore, Bian Jing really wrote a suicide note before jumping off the bridge.

"Brother Jing, this..." Xie Ting held up the book and looked at it, calling Bian Jing.

Bian Jing looked away from the screen, and before he fully regained his work mood, he saw Xie Ting holding up a book with his suicide note on it.

Bian Jing reacted quickly as if being shocked by an electric shock, reached out and grabbed the suicide note, protecting it behind him.

Seeing that he was nervous, Xie Ting quickly said, "I didn't watch it."

Bian Jing put the suicide note back into the textbook, pressed it under the mouse, and responded with a messy expression: "Well, you should go take a shower first."

Seeing his appearance, Xie Ting raised his eyebrows, turned around, took his clothes and went in to take a bath.

Bian Jing's heart was in a mess, it's not an exaggeration to say that this suicide note is a love letter of confession.

At that time, his life and death were uncertain, and he said everything he could say here, and he didn't even think about what he would do if he survived.

Fortunately, Xie Ting's family was well-trained, and he would never mess around with other people's things, especially things that are highly private like suicide notes.

While Xie Ting was still taking a shower, Bian Jing quickly took a look at the room. Sadly, the place is so small that you can see through it at a glance, and there is no way to hide it.

Finally, Xie Ting opened the bathroom door and came out as soon as he stuffed it into the hidden compartment under the bed.

Bian Jing quickly sat back in front of the computer and continued to edit the picture.

After Xie Ting took a shower, he put on a pair of trousers and no shirt, and the damp moisture all over his body suddenly hit the side scene.

Bian Jingxin was so determined, when Xie Ting approached, he pushed his shoulder: "Well, brother Ting, you put on some clothes first."

Xie Ting didn't listen, and still leaned over: "Everyone is a man, and it's so hot, I don't want to wear it."

"Then you also stay away from me, I'm hot." Bian Jing said.

"Oh." Xie Ting raised his body upon hearing this, but he quickly took the next step.

Bian Jing's butt was only half of the stool, and the other half, Xie Ting suddenly squeezed over behind him, half hugged Bian Jing, and said strangely: "Brother Jing, you only have one chair here, I'll squeeze with you. "

Xie Ting took a bath without wiping off the water on purpose, and the water droplets from his chest drenched the back of the scene.

Bian Jing could only squeeze in front of the computer, wondering: "Brother Ting, wipe off the water first, and talk about it if you have something to do. I'm afraid that you will be treated like this."

"What are you afraid of, everyone is a man, are you still afraid that I will eat you?" Xie Ting pressed his hand holding the mouse.

The lips are just behind the ears of the side view, and a little closer can be kissed.

Bian Jing felt hot all over after being touched by him, and his heart was numb: "What's the matter with you, tell me."

Xie Ting let go of him a little, turned him around, and let him sit on his lap, struggling on the sidelines, Xie Ting snorted and asked, "Do you want to listen?"