After Beta was not humble and chased back, Scum A became humble

He Jing's temper has always been unpredictable, but most of the time, Lin Hen had to throw down his face and beg him to coax him again and again, otherwise he would not calm down easily. The New Year's Eve was the pinnacle of Lin Hen's luck.

Lin Hen obviously didn't have that good luck this time. He lay on the table for a whole day and couldn't think of any good way. After school, he watched He Jing go farther and farther. After that, he pushed away a group of people blocking the front, opened the car door and followed in.

Seeing him, He Jing immediately said coldly: "Get out, who let you in."

Lin Hen glanced at the driver Lao Zhou, his face turned red and then turned pale, but his longing for He Jing still overcame his face, and he subdued in a hoarse voice: "He Jing, I'm sorry, I know I was wrong, don't be angry."

"Get out," He Jing leaned on the seat impatiently, without looking at him, "Don't make me repeat it a second time."

"..." Lin Hen gritted his teeth, and took his hand, He Jing pulled it back, but didn't pull it out, "I'm sorry, really, I know I was wrong."

He Jing glanced at his hand, then looked at Lin Hen, "chucked": "I'm sorry? Is your sorry worth much? Why the hell should I forgive you."

Lin Hen didn't know how to answer, his sorry was really worthless, since he knew He Jing, in order to coax He Jing, he didn't know how many times he said sorry, how many times he lowered his head.

"I was wrong before. I understand that you are angry. You can punish me, scold and beat me however you want, but you, you have to talk to me."

He Jing turned his head to look at him.

Lin Hen is usually stubborn, and there are very few scenes where he can be so subdued. The arrogant and fierce wolf puts away his fangs, admits his mistake with drooping brows, eyes and ears, pitiful and cute, which makes people feel soft-hearted.

Just as He Jing was about to say "yes", the image of Lin Hen and Jiang Huan hugging each other suddenly flashed in front of his eyes. He was so disgusted that he wished he could drag Jiang Huan out of the ward and beat him up again. Can you say these two sentences?"

"No, I made you a cake." Lin Hen opened his schoolbag, took out a box wrapped in three layers on the left and three layers on the right, and opened it while saying, "Didn't you not like that cake that time? I asked you before that you said you don’t want to eat it for the time being, do you want to eat it now? The fruit flavor I made, you—”

"I don't want to eat," He Jing frowned in disgust, and pushed away, "Take it away."

Lin Hen paused.

He Jing only glanced at the cake and then looked away, "Old Zhou, drive."

Lin Hen couldn't bear the discomfort of being cold this week and missing He Jing. He really panicked, thought for a second, opened the car door and threw the cake without hesitation, turned his head and said to He Jing: " I really know I was wrong, He Jing, if you vent your anger on me, I will definitely change it, as long as you give me a chance..."

He Jing stared at the closed car door for a moment, then looked at the empty schoolbag in Lin Hen's arms, unexpectedly Lin Hen actually threw it away, he didn't even smell the smell!His chest rose and fell suddenly, and he squeezed out a few words between his teeth: "It's not rare."

"He Jing! I like you! Listen to me." Lin Hen's chest heaved violently, and he looked straight at him with strong and fragile emotions inside, like a moth desperate for warmth.

He Jing's eyes staring at the schoolbag just moved away, and after seeing Lin Hen's expression clearly, a smug flash of eyes flashed in his eyes, and he looked at him again, his eyes were haughty, as if he was waiting for him to continue talking.

Lin Hen swallowed his saliva, he used to do this kind of confession a lot, calling He Jing "I love you" every day with a straight face, but at some point, this kind of necessary love words disappeared from his relationship with He Jing .

After a long time, he suddenly confessed his love in front of He Jing again. Lin Hen's mind went blank, and he opened his mouth, unable to say anything for a while.

The indifference on He Jing's face was gradually replaced by impatience. Lin Hen was in a hurry, and suddenly he hugged him tightly, hugging his shoulder tightly, and said in a hoarse voice: "I like you, I like you very much, you know, I Can not leave you……"

He Jing suddenly couldn't hold back a laugh, his eyebrows raised slightly.

He knew it.

Lin Hen breathed a sigh of relief, and it was good to just smile, which meant that his mood had improved, and he continued his efforts: "You can ask me anything, and I will try my best to satisfy you. You can order me as you like, and I will obey you."

He Jing didn't speak, and after a long time, he slowly opened his mouth: "Then I will let you see Jiang Huan beat him once, do you dare to promise me?"

Lin Hen tightened his arms, "Dare!"

He won't see Jiang Huan again, although it is quite comfortable to get along with Jiang Huan, but yesterday he promised Jiang Huan to have a meal with him, and he has already paid back the favor, and the two of them have nothing to do with each other now, and there is no need to meet each other.

air silence

"Release." He Jing said suddenly.

Lin Hen froze for a moment, and obediently let go of his hand. As soon as he took it away, He Jing suddenly grabbed his hand, clasped his fingers tightly, and pushed him down hard on the back seat.

Before he could react, his lips had already been kissed, and they hadn't seen each other for more than a week. Both of them were a little hard to restrain, and a kiss was extremely intense.

After the lips parted, Lin Hen was slightly hypoxic, his eyes were blurred, his breathing was heavy, and his chest heaved violently. When his eyes became clear, he fell into a pair of red phoenix eyes full of lust.

He Jing's eyes are very beautiful, the end of the eyes is elongated and slightly upturned, the eyelashes are long and slender, half-covering the dark pupils like a fan, no matter if you look down or look straight, one look is enough to make people amazing.

Lin Hen looked dumbfounded, and after He Jing and Lao Zhou said "Let's go", he realized that there was another person in the car. When he met the teasing in those eyes, his ears turned red suddenly, and he couldn't bear the heat. Live in soft leather seats.

He Jing put down the partition, blocking the sight and hearing of the driver's seat, and leaned down again. This time, he grabbed Lin Hen's fragile Adam's apple... Lin He faintly heard a low and hoarse voice whispering in his ear: "Don't make me angry again..."

He gave a dazed "um" and hugged He Jing tightly, hugging his most precious person.

He Jing was finally satisfied, he licked his earlobe with a chuckle, and kissed his lips again, this time more patiently, guiding Lin Hen to respond clumsily.

……

Lin Hen didn't go home tonight, and didn't go to work in order to accompany He Jing. He got out of the car and He Jing pulled him into the house. As soon as the door closed, he pressed him against the door before entering the bedroom and kissed wildly. Indoor Alpha The pheromone was agitated like crazy, Lin Hen could hardly stand...

After the end, Lin Hen was so tired that he didn't want to move, so he was hugged by He Jing and nestled on the sofa watching a horror movie.

He didn't like bloody things, and subconsciously turned his head and closed his eyes when he saw a horror scene. He Jing laughed at him for being too timid.

When the next horror scene appeared, Lin Hen raised his heart. Just as he was about to grit his teeth and stare at him, He Jing suddenly covered his eyes with his hand, resting his chin on his neck, his soft hair rubbed Lin Hen a little itchy, Comforting in a low voice: "With me here, what are you afraid of?"

Warm palms were pressed against the skin, Lin Hen's ears became hot, and his Adam's apple rolled unconsciously. He Jing didn't even know how provocative his casual words were.

Although he couldn't receive the roses from He Jing, Lin Hen still couldn't resist this kind of daily companionship, as if the two really loved each other and were already old couples.

These inadvertent tenderness are the motivation for Lin Hen to persevere until now.

Seeing that the movie ended at ten o'clock, He Jing suddenly got up and said he wanted to draw.

Lin Hen looked at him, "It's almost eleven o'clock, can't you paint tomorrow? If you stay up late, what will you do if you can't get up tomorrow?"

The expression on He Jing’s face was very excited, and he dragged him to the studio like a child, with the corners of his lips curled, and said in a relaxed and cheerful tone on the way: “You are so obedient, I am in a good mood, and suddenly I have inspiration. You accompany me to draw .”

Naturally, Lin Hen would not refuse, entered the studio and walked towards the opposite chair with ease, and was caught by He Jing just as he took a step. "You sit here today."

He Jing patted the chair next to him.

Lin Hen's eyes widened, he was overwhelmed by flattery, and couldn't speak at all: "I, can I watch your painting? Will it affect you? Can I, can I watch?"

"I say yes." He Jing pressed him to sit down, curled up his mouth in a good mood, and gently twirled the corner of his lips with his thumb, "Just don't move and don't make a sound, let me watch you."

"En." Lin Hen didn't know what to say anymore, his whole face lit up with a smile, and he twirled his fingers unconsciously.

He can be sure that He Jing has never let anyone see him draw, never.

He was the first person to sit with He Jing and watch him draw.

First.

It is so easy to rekindle hope. It only takes a spark to ignite a prairie fire that burns away all sanity.

Lin He watched quietly and excitedly as He Jing outlined the beautiful lines stroke by stroke. It was obviously the most boring process, but he enjoyed watching it with great interest. He wished to record all of this and save it for future viewing.

Looking at it, the eyes can't help but shift from the painting to the people. The lighting in the studio is just right, not too bright, but the canvas can be seen clearly.

The soft light caressed the side of He Jing's face, the straight bridge of the nose, the thin pink lips... The delicate and fair complexion against the short black hair like splashed ink made him look like a god from ancient times, so delicate, So perfect, breathtakingly beautiful, and unattainably beautiful.

Now, he is the person closest to He Jing in this world. This recognition makes Lin Hen close his eyes lightly. He can't help but take on the identity of the loved one, jump into the dreamland actively, and enjoy the happiness of nothingness.

……

Putting down the paintbrush, He Jing stood up and moved around his body. Lin Hen looked at him seriously. At four in the morning, he was still energetic.

What He Jing painted this time is a whole cluster of flowers. The species are not the common ones that Lin Hen has seen. They are the kind of small flowers, but the colors are extremely bright. The petals are red, orange and green, so complex and beautiful that people can't move them. Open your eyes, the color of the sun silhouette above is bold and wild, blazing and arrogant.

"How is it?" He Jing asked with his arms around his waist.

Although it is still a semi-finished product, Lin Hen can already imagine what it will look like when it is completed, the seemingly slender but strong flowers and the crazy scorching sun...seemingly irrelevant but perfectly integrated.

"It's special, it's pretty." Lin Hen looked at the painting without blinking and said.

"like?"

"like."

He Jing hugged him from behind, and smiled lowly for a long time. The trough of the week was over, and he felt unprecedentedly happy and relaxed.

"He Jing." Lin Hen said suddenly.

"Ok?"

Lin Hen coughed in embarrassment, tugged at his clothes with his fingers, and after a long while, he still said cheekily, "I, I also want a bouquet of flowers."

"You want it too?" A flash of surprise flashed in He Jing's eyes. From the day he followed him to now, Lin Hen has been wanting nothing and asking for nothing. Occasionally accepting something from him, he still has to coerce and lure him. .

This time I took the initiative to talk to him, it seems that I really like it.

"Well," Lin Hen nodded, not picky, "You can just draw two strokes, as long as you can tell it's a flower."

"I never draw casually." He Jing bowed his head and kissed his earlobe, and said vaguely.

"Then... can you seriously draw a flower for me?" Lin Hen asked tentatively.

Sending flowers in his heart=confession, so he has selfish intentions, maybe at a certain moment he has already prepared that he will never be able to move He Jing for the rest of his life.Even if it really failed, at least, he had received the flowers.

"If you behave well and don't get mad at me, I'll draw it for you." He Jing became angry when he thought of Jiang Huan's face, and couldn't help talking to Lin Hen about a childish little condition, "How is it?"

Lin Hen nodded hurriedly, but didn't dare to say what flowers he wanted, for fear that the painting on his mouth would be gone.