Senior, follow me

After that day, life became smoother.

The relationship between Yan Zicheng and Yang Ze returned to normal. Yang Ze is still an informal person in essence, as long as he thinks about it, he will stop haggling over every detail, and Fang Qiao's attitude gradually becomes more natural.

I don't know why, Jian Junhao suddenly disappeared. He seldom appeared and didn't say anything, and he didn't seem to do any tricks behind his back. Without his fanning the flames, the rumors in the school finally subsided, and the relationship between Yan Zicheng and Fang Qiao became more and more serious. stable.

Fang Qiao is still doing his best in the radio station, while Yan Zicheng is immersed in writing manuscripts. When he has time, he will occasionally visit him and help him find teachers from the broadcasting department to help Fang Qiao achieve his goals. his dream.

This kind of life was very fulfilling, and the passage of time was so fast that it was hard to notice. Soon, Fang Qiao was promoted to a sophomore, and Yan Zicheng also ushered in his last year in college.

During the summer vacation, Fang Qiao was summoned back to Beijing by his mother's series of fatal calls, while Yan Zicheng had nowhere to go, so he could only stay in Chengdu. The two were separated, and their contact naturally decreased.Yan Zicheng didn't know what he was busy with, and there was no news for several days. Fang Qiao was upset by his ambiguous attitude, but he didn't want to chase after him and ask non-stop, and endured it for more than a month. , he really couldn't take it anymore, regardless of his parents' obstruction, he insisted on buying a ticket and went back to Chengdu in advance.

Once back at school, he didn't even have time to put down his things, so he went to Yan Zicheng's dormitory first, knocked on the door for a long time but there was no response.Fang Qiao got a little anxious and took out his cell phone to make a call.

The phone rang for a long time before it was connected, and Yan Zicheng's slightly tired voice came from the other end, "Fang Qiao?"

"Where have you been?" Fang Qiao asked.

"Ah?" Yan Zicheng didn't react.

"I'm at the door of your dormitory now, and there's no one inside." Fang Qiao explained hastily, and asked again, "Where are you?"

"You...you are in my dormitory?" Yan Zicheng repeated it foolishly, and finally came to his senses, and raised his volume in surprise, "Why did you come back so early?"

Isn't it because I'm worried!Fang Qiao thought angrily, "Don't worry about it, tell me where you are first?"

Yan Zicheng held back for a while, and hesitantly reported an address.Fang Qiao wrote it down on the paper, and before he could explain, she hung up the phone in a hurry and rushed out the door with the note in her hand.

Yan Zicheng, you better not let me catch you doing something you shouldn't do, or I'll make you look good!Fang Qiao stopped a taxi and thought about it through gritted teeth.

The address finally pointed to a residential area that was neither new nor old. It was not far from the school, and it took 10 minutes by taxi to arrive.Fang Qiao got out of the car, looked up at the six-story residential building in front of her, and her doubts swelled.

He found the building number according to the address, then found the unit number, finally climbed to the fifth floor, and knocked on the door on the right.

Within a few seconds, the door was pulled open, and Yan Zicheng stood at the door with unconcealable surprise and astonishment on his face.

Fang Qiao was sullen and didn't go in. She asked in a deep voice, "Where is this? Why are you here?"

Yan Zicheng tilted his head to look at him, and seeing his face getting more and more gloomy, he laughed with a "puchi", "Fang Qiao, you idiot, what do you want? This is the house I just rented recently. I have been busy cleaning and re-purchasing furniture and daily necessities, so I don't have time to contact and chat with you all day long, but you are lucky, where did you think of all this, and you ran back directly..."

As he was talking, he was suddenly hugged by Fang Qiao, startled, and stopped talking in a daze.

"Senior, thank you..." Fang Qiao's throat was a little dry. He hugged Yan Zicheng's thin body, unable to suppress the emotion and happiness surging in his heart, "Thank you very much..."

Although this person looks plain and shows nothing on the surface, he remembers every word he said in his heart. He probably always remembers his sentence "I want to have a home", and then silently helps He achieved everything...

"You're thin again...why don't you call me back, so that I can help you, and you won't have to work so hard."

Yan Zicheng was a little embarrassed, touched the tip of his nose, "I don't... want to give you a surprise..."

"Don't do this next time, I can't contact you, do you know how worried I am?" Fang Qiao whispered in his ear, hugged him, pushed him into the room, and closed the door with his foot.

"Hmmmm..." Yan Zicheng couldn't bear his greasy crookedness, and covered his increasingly dishonest lips with his hand, "Okay, okay, I get it, I won't do it in the future..."

Fang Qiao was covered by him, but still refused to give up, with a smile in his eyes, he deliberately stuck out his tongue and licked Yan Zicheng's palm.Yan Zicheng was startled by the wet feeling in his palm, and subconsciously moved his palm away.

As soon as he moved away, Fang Qiao leaned forward and took his lips.

The two were entangled in the entrance, Fang Qiao held his waist, led him in, and panted and asked, "Senior, where is the bedroom?"

Yan Zicheng was dazed by his kiss, and barely raised his finger to point in the direction, and then Fang Qiao dragged him into the room and pushed him onto the bed.

The semi-new double bed let out a whine of "squeak". Yan Zicheng finally came back to his senses, and helplessly supported his forehead, "Can't you relax? This is not a hotel, and this bed is not very firm!"

While speaking, Fang Qiao had already torn off her clothes quickly, pressed down her bare upper body, and smiled maliciously, "I can't help it, it's been more than a month..."

Yan Zicheng blushed, and hurriedly stopped him, "Okay, okay, stop talking, I know!"

"Senior, if you think the bed is not strong, we can change it to a firm one another day, won't it be fine?"

"...I don't have that spare money!"

"How can this be called spare money! This is a necessity of life~"

"You... ah! Take it easy! Mmm..."

"Senior, is the soundproofing of this house good?"

"...Fang Qiao... If you keep talking nonsense, get the hell out of here!"

……

Even though Yan Zicheng had already blown his hair, Fang Qiao was still more verbose than usual, with a set of teasing words in his mouth, saying that Yan Zicheng couldn't keep up with the conversation, so he simply stopped talking to him and concentrated on feeling the pain in his body. Pleasure, let him go.

Fang Qiao was just too excited, he understood.

So, when Fang Qiao panted and pulled his knees away, folded his legs in front of his chest, and mercilessly pushed in from behind, Yan Zicheng obediently did not resist, but only hummed in a low voice.

After being separated for more than a month, in fact, he also longs for physical fit and fierce collision. Between lovers, what can compare to their desire for each other?

The bed under him was indeed not very firm, and it creaked and twisted under Fang Qiao's ferocious force. Yan Zicheng was shaken dizzily, and felt as if he was floating on the sea, unable to touch the ground, and his ears were full of Fang Qiao's hoarse panting, and the creaking sound of the foot of the bed, mixed with his own groaning/groaning sounds, seemed extremely lewd/slutty, Yan Zicheng blushed impatiently, thinking that he must change to something stronger The bed, but was caught by Fang Qiao on the spot.

"Senior, what are you thinking?" A man's hoarse and sexy voice sounded next to his ears, and his weak breath spewed out, causing Yan Zicheng to lose his mind for a moment.

"Uh...the bed..." Yan Zicheng replied subconsciously, "I need to change it..."

Fang Qiao was stunned, amused by him, lowered his head and kissed Yan Zicheng's sweaty forehead, "At this time, the senior still has the energy to think about the bed? Huh?" As he spoke, he squeezed Yan Zicheng's waist , push the lower body hard.

"Ah!" Yan Zicheng screamed, raised his hand to grab his neck, and was furious, "You did it on purpose!"

"I did it on purpose." Fang Qiao smiled softly, hugged the person below her in her arms, tightened the strength of her lower body, and listened to Yan Zi's uncontrollable sincere moans with satisfaction, leading him all the way Rush to orgasm.

When passion/desire was at its peak, he licked and kissed Yan Zicheng's lips, and said with a smile, "Senior is the most beautiful right now..."

Yan Zicheng closed his eyes, the corners of his eyes were reddened by pleasure, he didn't notice his teasing at all.

Fang Qiao relaxed, pressed on his body, reached out to help him brush away the broken hair stuck to his forehead, and kissed his face delicately.

Yan Zicheng was extremely tired, lazy and didn't want to move, and was tickled by him, finally couldn't bear it anymore, slapped his face away, and ordered angrily, "I want to take a bath!"

Fang Qiao hugged him for a while longer, then got up contentedly and went to the bathroom to drain the water. After cleaning up Yan Zicheng carefully, he changed another sheet, and the two of them fell on the bed together.

Fang Qiao put one arm around Yan Zicheng's shoulders and rested the other hand on the back of his head. He looked around the whole bedroom and asked, "Senior, how much did you pay for this house?"

"Not much." Yan Zicheng replied lazily, "I got a discount on the house of a classmate of mine, an acquaintance."

"That won't be cheap, no matter what, Chengdu is considered a metropolis. Although it can't compare with Beijing, the house price is certainly not low." Fang Qiao turned to look at him.

Seeing that he kept worrying about money, Yan Zicheng got a little impatient, "I said it's not expensive, so would I lie to you?"

"That's not what I mean." Fang Qiao sighed, and hugged his stiff body, "I'm just worried that you are too tired, because senior, your house is... just like that, you live here alone, and you think There is no way to pay tuition fees, and now I have to bear the cost of rent... I can't help, so..."

As he spoke, his voice became lower and Yan Zicheng could hear his frustration, he was silent for a while, and patted his arm, "Fang Qiao, I am two years older than you, and I have more resources and experience than you, it is inevitable Yes, in another two years, you might be able to do better than me, so you don’t have to care about these things, and you don’t have to worry about who paid more. For both of us, I’m happy to do these things.”

"But..." Fang Qiao hesitated to speak, with worry in his eyes.

"Don't worry." Seeing his worry, Yan Zicheng comforted, "I have been able to get manuscript fees for the past few years, and I often take on jobs to do some extra money, and I have saved a lot of money after all. And I Already in my senior year, I can still make money by finding an internship job, and the pressure of renting this house can still be borne."

Seeing that he spoke clearly and logically, Fang Qiao finally felt more comfortable, but she still couldn't help emphasizing, "Senior, I will also go to work, and I can definitely help you!"

Yan Zicheng smiled and shook his head, "You're only a sophomore, what are you rushing to do part-time? If you have that time, you might as well learn what you like. There will be plenty of opportunities for things like making money in the future."

Fang Qiao listened, but did not respond. He knew that Yan Zicheng was doing it for his own good, but he couldn't help but watch Yan Zicheng bear the financial pressure of the two of them alone, working hard all day long.

He looked at Yan Zicheng's tired profile, and secretly made up his mind.

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