You don’t understand the happiness of pseudo-A

"What, what! A scumbag!" Seeing Yuan Zetian approaching him shamelessly, with the attitude of a frivolous son, Xiang Yang didn't say a word, but slammed his head back and slammed forward, forehead bumping forehead, no one would feel good,

"Wow... it hurts!" Xiang Yang covered his forehead with both hands, kept leaning back, shrunk to the corner of the sofa, his pure black eyeballs were filled with grievances, why would it hurt if he hit a scumbag!

Yuan Ze also covered his forehead, but couldn't make an expression. Without waiting for him to open his mouth, Xiang Yang covered the pain and continued howling.

"Are you going to kill me next! Then hit me! And then continue to step on more boats, pretending to be affectionate"... Who is more like a showman?

Yuan Ze held his forehead, he couldn't tell whether his forehead hurt or he had a headache, forget it, he picked it himself

"No, I won't kill you, I won't hit you, and I won't step on too many boats, I only have you"

"Only me?" Xiang Yang's flickering big eyes reflected Yuan Ze's figure, as if repeating in bewilderment.

"Well, it's just you." I didn't expect it to be more serious than a fever. Yuan Ze is surprisingly patient when it comes to someone he likes.

"Hehe, you said it." At this time, Xiang Yang's IQ is probably offline, and he can't care about the pain in his forehead. He happily climbed onto Yuan Ze's lap and sat down, with his legs spread apart. Yuan Ze was caught off guard, and subconsciously reached out and landed on Xiang Yang's waist Hold on firmly, feel the flesh on the legs, um... the buttocks are quite soft

"You believe me when I tell you?" Holding Xiangyang, Yuan Ze's mood increased, and his tone of voice was lively.

"Well...you said that we are dating, and my mother said that we must be consistent in our relationship." Xiang Yang took the initiative to put his arms around Yuan Ze's neck, and spoke slowly, word by word,

Yuan Ze's heart softened, and his affection for his mother-in-law, whom he had never met before, soared

"Well, that's right." The corners of Yuan Ze's mouth curled up, and Yuan Ze patted Xiangyang's back like a child, once and for all, until the sound of breathing in his ears gradually stabilized, his hands changed into palms, stood up directly, and carried him back to Xiangyang's bedroom

After not taking a few steps, Yuan Ze suddenly stopped, and then raised his legs, obviously walking much slower than before. The sweat formed on his forehead dripped across his cheeks. In just a few hundred meters, Yuan Ze seemed to be sprinting [-] meters. Drenched in sweat, he gritted his teeth and put the person on the bed, his movements were still light

, cover the quilt, turn off the lights and close the door, all in one go

Yuan Ze leaned on the chair in the study, gasping for breath, a strong and domineering alpha breath permeated every corner of the room, opened the drawer, and a syringe lay quietly, struggling for a long time Difficult, as painful as time to use, half a catty thing, Yuan Ze laughed at himself, and inserted it into the gland at the back of his neck without hesitation, quickly and ruthlessly

This night Xiangyang slept very soundly, and the mother in the memory of the dream appeared again, this time she was not crying, but the time when Zeng Jin's family of three were happy and happy, and it kept going round and round.

The hangover is not good, the throat is dry and hoarse, it hurts like someone has swallowed sand, the stomach is full of dissatisfaction, and Xiangyang is staring at the ceiling with nothing to love. If illness is poison, then hangover is to fight poison with poison. What happens when you are sick , Last night's drinking scene is vivid, especially the embarrassing part, which I recall repeatedly in my mind.

The character design... must have collapsed, Xiang Yang couldn't help thinking, lying on his side with his slender legs clamped on the pillow beside him, staring at the tiny light that broke into the room, even the light can't save him!

In the end, the shame was defeated by hunger, dragging his hollowed out body, Xiang Yang moved out lightly, and when he got out of the room, he even swallowed his saliva and breathed softly.

The living room was empty, Xiang Yang couldn't wait to open the refrigerator, and there was not much left in the refrigerator, so he took out a cucumber and gnawed it, put it on the bar mat first, and order takeaway.

With the aid of food, the body is relieved and the person is more open-minded. Xiangyang walked lightly at his house, Yuan Ze's door was slightly closed, he stopped and looked sideways, the house was quiet, and he didn't feel human at all. , Thinking of Yuan Ze's usual habits, hesitated again and again, Xiang Yang pushed the door open.

The scene in front of him pushed back Xiangyang, the lighting in the study was great, the sun could easily shine in lazily, the syringes on the table were empty, and the long and thin pillows shone with a silvery cold light.Yuan Ze collapsed beside the desk, curled up and clutching the back of his neck with one hand.

All of a sudden, all kinds of assassination incidents of wealthy families created a sandstorm in Xiang Yang's mind. He squatted on the ground in three steps and put the person in his arms, like a puppet. Xiang Yang hesitated again and again, and pressed his finger on his nose, but luckily he was still breathing, and Xiang Yang lost his breath, wouldn't he be woken up by such a loud noise?

Yuan Ze seemed to be fainting from the pain, his exquisite facial features twisted a little ferociously, his eyes were closed tightly, his eyelashes were flickering, the hand that was stroking the stamina did not let go even if he changed his position, Xiang Yang felt a tug in his heart for no reason. , stubbornly broke his hand away, but Yuan Ze exerted all his strength, so Xiang Yang had to compete with his fingers, breaking them off one by one!

Yuan Ze seemed to be in pain, his expression was not so tense, and the energy of Xiangyang's cucumber was almost consumed, so he moved the person aside and ordered takeaway.

The orderly ringing of bells one after another, the sound of knocking on the door in a disorderly manner, the sound of rushing across the floor, Yuan Ze's head was buzzing, the sun was dazed, his eyes were in a daze, and he got up from the ground, the back of his neck The position is numb.

I checked my watch, it was already past two o'clock in the afternoon, and after the quiet outside came the stalks of the variety show cross talk, mixed with the audience's laughter and Xiang Yang's haha ​​from time to time.The word absenteeism flashed past, and I immediately thought it was the weekend.

"Are you awake?" Hearing the sound of the door opening, Xiang Yang turned his head and asked, but he never took his eyes off the TV, sitting cross-legged on the sofa with his lunch box in his arms

"Hmm..." His throat was dry, as if it had been dry for three or four days, which was inexplicably distressing.

"You...forget it, I ordered something light for you, let's have a takeaway together hahaha" Xiang Yang bit his chopsticks slowly and turned his gaze to Yuan Ze, wanting to ask the question about the syringe, but hesitated for a while, and finally pointed the chopsticks at the living room On the dining table, it was a hot porridge with preserved egg and lean meat.

"What? Haven't looked at me for a long time, miss me?"

"Heh, what are you thinking about?" Xiang Yang smacked his lips and continued to eat.

"Woo... The prostitutes don't think about tea and food for you every day." Yuan Ze sat in the living room expressionlessly, unpacking the takeaway bags in an orderly manner

"At any rate, when you speak, you manage to keep up with your expression management." Such rough acting skills!Bad review.

"It's good?" Yuan Ze raised his eyebrows.

"Who cares?" Xiang Yang picked up a large piece of rice ball with chopsticks, stuffed it into his mouth, chewed left and right, and stared fiercely at the cross talk show

In this show, those who are admiring go to which station, "The audience commented, this person who passed by Peking University is also counted as a person who has been to Peking University?" The audience.

Xiangyang's smile is extremely low, and it's inevitable that he will hit it, his eyes are crooked, his cheeks are puffed up, and his mouth is tightly closed, for fear of rice grains splashing out of his mouth.

"Eat or laugh, can't you choose one?" Yuan Ze threw out the paper box at hand.

Now that he took the paper box, Xiang Yang didn't have time to complain, he hammered his chest, swallowed hard, took a mouthful of ice water, took out the paper and wiped it while laughing.

When Yuan Ze was sitting upright, Xiangyang slurped the food and poured water from time to time.

When Yuan Ze drank the porridge slowly and elegantly, Xiang Yang tried his best to restrain the porridge, chewing, chewing, and laughing wildly.

Yuan Ze... Yuan Ze couldn't take it anymore, he put his chopsticks aside softly, quickly grabbed the remote control, and changed to a music program.

"What are you doing?" Xiang Yang frowned, the happy time of eating and watching dramas was deprived.

"Choose one of the two for eating and watching programs." Yuan Ze repeated it, his face darkened.

"What an old-fashioned one." Cursing his lips, Xiang Yang is not very persistent. Some things are rebellious, but his fists need to be hard!

"Good" slender hands fell on the plush head, as if rewarding an obedient pet.

The rumors about Xiangyang on the campus post bar became more and more heated, and the rumor finally reached the ears of the vice principal, who frowned and said nothing, and Mr. Ruan braced his neck to bear the pressure from alpha.The other teachers who watched the play, after getting along for a period of time, some gave supportive eyes, while others gloated.

"Belief in students is not a reason to indulge." The vice principal said with a gloomy face.

"Regardless of the authenticity of the post bar, is the school really going to punish a minor because of the hole in the post bar?" Teacher Ruan's legs were trembling at the moment, and his face was pale.

"I've checked his file." The implication is that Xiang Yang is a poor student, and he has no chance to enter the school if he doesn't go through the back door, let alone his private life.

"Scores can't explain everything." Teacher Ruan insisted, like a stubborn student.

Seeing the dark atmosphere, there was an embarrassing persuasion from an old man, "Calm down, Mr. Ruan is an intern, and you still don't understand. Vice-principal, don't worry about this newborn calf. The same is true for Mr. Ruan, the vice-principal. Falcon, how can you not see through it?"

With a start, other teachers stepped forward one after another, trying to block the sight of the two of them as much as possible, and the tension and heaviness dissipated a lot.

"Teacher, are you looking for me?" The student in school uniform at the door is tall and straight, his voice is as clear as a mountain stream, the well-behaved boy next door, where do you think you have seen it before?The sense of familiarity flashed by, and then he thought of the child's well-behaved appearance. The vice principal's brows stretched, and he felt a little relieved.

"Xiangyang, come here." Teacher Ruan tried to keep his voice as soft as possible, showing a reliable smile.

The vice-principal was surprised when he heard the name. The facial features of the person in the blue background photo on the file coincided with the facial features of the person who was approaching in front of him. He was not the same student with bad deeds.

Xiang Yang stood obediently by the side, quietly looking at Teacher Ruan with his dark eyes, like a domestic dog waiting for instructions, which made people feel soft in a mess.

Let alone the other teachers, even the vice-principal began to wonder, is that all?Poor Students?Notorious?

Teacher Ruan sighed, it's better to speak clearly face to face, the light red lips slowly opened, Xiang Yang seemed to have finally realized the problem, and blocked Teacher Ruan from speaking.

"Teacher, I know what you want to say. The matter of posting on the bar should be caused by my... personal matter. I'm sorry to cause you trouble." Xiang Yang leaned forward and bowed at 90 degrees, with a very humble attitude.