The sand sculpture roommate is always teasing me

Since coming out at school, it has been much more convenient for the two boys to fall in love in the dormitory.

At least Yu Huan is very self-conscious. Ever since he found out about their relationship, he has been excited for a long time, and he will also produce food under his real name by kowtowing cp with their forum building.

I didn't send out invitations to Jing Shuo for social activities. Sometimes I talked a little more with one of them, and I would actively explain to the other, which often made Jing Shuo dumbfounded.

After this burst of energy passed, although I was used to their boredom, every time I saw it, I would still turn my back to them with a smile on my uncle's face, as if I was embarrassed to look at them.

And the other roommate, Li Yueming, kept his eyes fixed on him, and maintained that he was always only interested in making money. Gao Leng didn't take it seriously at all.

Although the roommates are very tolerant, Jing Shuo himself still has to face. Everyone knows that they are a queen couple, but they are embarrassed to let Chen Jiashu sneak into his bed.

Otherwise, they might just be playing around normally, who knows what will happen in the forum the next day.

After a sweet and restrained half a year, in their sophomore year, the two moved into Chen Jiashu's new house that had been vacant for a year, and began a sweet and not too restrained cohabitation life in it.

In the same year, Chen Jiashu also established a studio to start a business.

After a year of practical research and study and sweet cohabitation, the second summer vacation of the university is ushered in, which is undoubtedly a kind of torment and torture for the young couple.

He would be in his junior year at the beginning of school, and this time, Jing Shuo proposed to his parents to do an internship during the summer vacation on the grounds of accumulating work experience, so he may not plan to return to Qingzhou.

Upon hearing this, his mother immediately refuted it back to him with "what's the use of a little money for an internship".

So Jing Shuo explained a lot of truths to her on the grounds of "getting in touch with the society early and improving one's own ability".

But it was useless, and his mother dismissed it back with "you will have more opportunities to work in the future, come back quickly".

There was no way, in the end, he really couldn't hold back his mother, so after two days of getting tired of her boyfriend, Jing Shuo could only obediently pack his luggage and return to Qingzhou.

Seeing Jing Shuo leaning over and stacking the T-shirts hanging on the hanger, Chen Jiashu sighed, hugged him reluctantly, stuck to his boyfriend's back, and rubbed his face on his shoulder.

"Why can't we be aboveboard, I want to go home with you." Chen Jiashu said aggrievedly.

"...in two more years, it's too early to come out now." Jing Shuo stroked his hand wrapped around his waist, "give me some more time, I'll go back and get vaccinated first."

Chen Jiashu: "Do you still remember the cake you drew for me on the bed in the hotel next to your house last summer?"

Jing Shuo was confused: "What cake?"

Chen Jiashu: "You cried and said that you will take me home this summer vacation and do bad things on your bed, why don't you just say nothing?"

Jing Shuo suddenly remembered the scene at that time. It was near evening and the sky was dim. Jing Shuo, who was going home for dinner, got entangled with Chen Jiashu again unknowingly.

On that bed, Jing Shuo's cell phone kept vibrating, and the bed was also shaking. While he was in a hurry to go home, he was so addicted that he couldn't extricate himself.

And Chen Jiashu especially liked to bully him at this time, forcing him to say anything, and at the same time telling him to answer the phone quickly so as not to worry his mother, it was extremely bad.

……

After putting the clothes into the suitcase, Jing Shuo saw a large shirt spread out on the bed, folded it together, and put it into the suitcase.

After being spotted by Chen Jiashu with quick eyes and hands, he snatched it back.

"Why are you taking my shirt?" he asked with confidence.

Jing Shuo stretched out his hand and wanted to snatch it back: "I'm wearing it now."

Chen Jiashu raised his hand and dodged lightly: "That's mine too."

Height is not an advantage, so Jing Shuo directly stood on the bed to grab it: "Didn't you say that all yours are mine, and now I want to grab every shirt from me."

Chen Jiashu: "Others are fine, but this one cannot be taken away."

Jing Shuo also argued with him: "I want this one."

The two argued for a shirt for a long time, and finally Chen Jiashu had to compromise first: "Okay, what do you think you want this shirt for?"

"I wear it to sleep." Jing Shuo said.

Chen Jiashu: "There are so many pajamas, do you have to wear this one?"

"I've been wearing it recently, and I'm used to it, and the fabric is soft and comfortable after wearing it for a long time." Jing Shuo also asked, "What are you doing?"

Chen Jiashu raised his hand and sniffed the smell on the shirt, it was full of Jing Shuo's body fragrance, and just smelling it could almost make him react.

Recently, Jing Shuo wears it to sleep every day, so that every time he does something, this shirt will appear on the stage.

Sometimes it is hung on both sides under the shoulders of the master who is about to cry, and it is precarious.Sometimes it was roughly torn apart, and the fabric on the back was pushed out of folds, and then soaked in sweat.Sometimes it is pushed to the waist, directly touching the tight abdominal muscles and the mermaid line, making the friction sound of the cloth...

After Jing Shuo returned to Qingzhou, Chen Jiashu had to look at this shirt for most of the summer vacation.

But the boyfriend wants it, and he is not easy to talk to.

"I can take it away for you," Chen Jiashu said.

Just by hearing this tone, Jing Shuo knew that he couldn't say anything good.

Sure enough, I saw Chen Jiashu hooking the person into his arms, and then leaned into his ear, hinting in a hoarse voice: "During the video, show me the clothes..."

Jing Shuo: "..."

The time for the high-speed rail was approaching, and Chen Jiashu didn't bother him any more, straightened Jing Shuo's T-shirt that had slid down to his shoulders, sucked on his ear again, and said, "Okay, that's all. "

Jing's mother is off on weekends, so Jing Shuo deliberately chose a home for the weekend, and it was almost lunch time when he arrived in Qingzhou.

When seeing her son come back, Jing's mother was very happy, two crow's feet appeared in her eyes, she blamed him for not going home now that he was too old.

Father Jing, who was sitting on the sofa, glanced at his son sideways when he heard the words. He was tall and thin, and he was about to be a junior in a blink of an eye. He had grown a lot in height, but his face still looked like a high school student, nothing at all. Change.

"When he has a girlfriend in another two years, you don't even want to see him go home."

Jing Shuo changed his shoes and walked into the living room: "Dad, Mom, which holiday did I not come back, you always say that about me."

Jing's mother: "Anyway, you are not active when you go home now. Which one of your holidays didn't you come back late and leave early?"

Father Jing: "Tell Dad honestly, are you in a relationship? It's okay, you are getting older now, tell us, I won't talk about you this time."

Jing Shuo sat down on the sofa, threw his mobile phone on the coffee table, and replied, "No, but I have a career plan. I definitely can't play like before during the holidays."

Mother Jing said angrily when she heard the words: "Let you go home to accompany your parents, is it to let you play?"

Seeing his mother roll his eyes, Jing Shuo couldn't help laughing. Looking at it this way, his mother and Chen Jiashu are fighting each other. If the "mother-in-law and daughter-in-law" stay together all year round, he will probably be split in two.

"Mom, then I'm not coming back now."

Mother Jing snorted arrogantly, suddenly remembered something, slapped her thighs, stood up and rushed to the kitchen: "Oh, I forgot that your favorite corn rib soup was cooked in the pot."

Seeing her hurrying to the kitchen, Jing Shuo shouted from behind: "Mom, I just had breakfast and I'm not hungry yet, don't serve it for me."

Father Jing chuckled and shook his head helplessly: "Your mother can't hear, she's selectively deaf, you have to go in and tell her, otherwise she can't wait to feed it to you. She keeps talking to me every day, afraid that the food in the cafeteria won't be clean , No nutrition, worrying all the time.”

Jing Shuo has a deep understanding of this. He was not afraid of the cold when he was a child. He didn't like to wear long johns and turtlenecks when he was in junior high school. The feeling of being bound by wool made him very uncomfortable.

But there is a kind of coldness that his mother thinks he is cold, so he can't do without wearing it.

Recalling the past, Jing Shuo got up with a smile and went into the kitchen, only to see Jing's mother take out a bunch of grapes from the refrigerator.

"Mom, I just had breakfast before taking the high-speed rail, and I really can't eat it." Jing Shuo said, "You and Dad can eat first, I'll eat it later."

Mother Jing glanced at him, cut the grapes one by one and put them in the basket: "Why do I feel that you are thinner?"

"Ah," Jing Shuo took the basket and helped wash the grapes, "I've gained weight, a few catties heavier than before."

"That's right, I look like I've lost weight." As she said that, Jing's mother looked her up and down again, and then said with certainty, "I've really lost weight."

"..." Come on, there's no reason to talk to my mother, Jing Shuo said, "It's probably been a long time since I ate your cooking, I miss your cooking every now and then, the outside is really incomparable. "

Mother Jing's ears were soft, and her son was pleased with these few words, so after talking a few words in the kitchen, the mother and son walked out with a plate of grapes talking and laughing.

But he saw Jing's father in the living room with a donkey's face, looking very dignified.

The author has something to say: the main text is coming to an end, let’s do a small survey of the extras~ If you like the extras below, you can deduct points for me, and if no one likes it, I will delete it.

1. Delicate little boy vs superficially romantic playboy (past life, ancient times)

2. Little milk cat vs big hooligan (a group of cjs who are both cats and hooligans)

3. Night tour (the setting is probably that, according to local customs, married couples do not live together. Only Gong will sneak into the subject’s house at night and leave during the day). Looking at it this way, It seems a bit cruel to these two crooked guys.

感谢在2021-09-2100:59:25~2021-09-2200:19:59期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angels of the irrigation nutrient solution: Jinghong opened ℡ 20 bottles; Good Cat, 5 bottles of Bujing; 2 bottles of Sijiu; Ye Lingxue, Xingzai wanted to eat 1 bottle of sugar;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!