Kuai Chuan: Mei Qiang is miserable and forced to love by Sick Jiao

There seemed to be a clear spring in his eyes, crystal clear and moving.

But Fu Liang didn't have the intention to pity the fragrance and cherish the jade, so he opened the door and pushed him out.

With a bang, the door closed, Fu Liang hurriedly locked the door, and slumped down on the ground with his back leaning against the door panel. Song Jingyuan, that little fairy, was really annoying, and the coolness of the floor made him a little more conscious again.

"Brother, let me in, can't I be wrong?"

Song Jingyuan patted the door pleadingly.

But Fu Liang was indifferent, he had already decided to stay away from this kind of stinky hooligan with bad character and evil intentions.

Song Jingyuan pressed his forehead against the door, and because Fu Liang never opened the door, he was so angry that he raised his fist and slammed on the door panel for the last time, his dark eyes were as sinister as a poisonous snake spit out a letter.

Fu Liang stood naked under the shower of cold water. He closed his eyes to enjoy the cool touch of the cold water sliding over his skin. A new strategy emerged in his mind - rejecting Song Jingyuan and pursuing Shen Hao again.

He stood under the shower for a long, long time, until the body temperature returned to normal, and he even felt a clear coolness permeating his skin, then Fu Liang turned off the shower faucet, wrapped a white towel around his waist and walked out of the bathroom.

He was lying on the bed tiredly, the image of Song Jingyuan's annoying little goblin was still running around in his mind.

Fu Liang raised his hand and knocked hard on the head, suspecting that the medicine was too powerful, and he hadn't fully suppressed it yet. Song Jingyuan's behavior tonight taught him a lesson. The world is not safe, and he has to protect it at all times. Own.

I didn't expect Song Jingyuan to be so obscene at such a young age, it is really dangerous in the world, if he loses control a little bit, he will lose his virginity tragically tonight.

At the thought of being almost inexplicably "covered", Fu Liang felt a chill in his tailbone.

The next morning, Fu Liang felt a little dizzy after waking up. He thought he caught a cold after taking a cold shower last night. He saw Song Jingyuan walking down from the second floor as if nothing had happened when he was drinking Ganmaoling Granules in the living room.

Fu Liang: "..."

He actually still has the face to stay here?

"Brother, good morning."

Song Jingyuan waved at him as if nothing had happened, with a faint smile on his lips.

He was wearing a loose and neat white mid-sleeved cotton shirt, revealing a small, well-proportioned, delicate, white arm, and the white collarbone at the neckline looming.

"morning."

Fu Liang clearly noticed that his voice was trembling.

He deliberately staggered Song Jingyuan's gaze, drank the medicine in the water glass in one go, washed the glass with his hands, and immediately put the sandwich breakfast on the dining table into a fresh-keeping bag, and walked quickly to the door with his schoolbag on one shoulder.

"elder brother."

Song Jingyuan couldn't die, but he stopped him again.

Fu Liang didn't look back, and stood still with his left hand in the pocket of his khaki slacks.

Song Jingyuan smiled friendly: "I'm going to school too, let's go together."

Fu Liang cleared his throat: "I'm in a hurry."

"It's okay, I'll pack it up too."

Song Jingyuan was already standing beside him while speaking.

Fu Liang: "..."

Although both of them were sitting in the back seat, they barely made eye contact with each other. Fu Liang turned his head to look out of the car window very awkwardly, while Song Jingyuan still behaved naturally, occasionally talking to Fu Liang.

Song Jingyuan: "Brother, shall we have lunch together today?"

Fu Liang: "I'm with Shen Hao."

He blurted out his answer, raised his hand and rubbed his stiff neck, and prayed in his heart that he would get off the car when he was about to arrive at school, otherwise his neck would be disabled.

Song Jingyuan: "Then I will be with you."

Fu Liang immediately refused: "He doesn't want to be disturbed."

"Oh, is it?" Song Jingyuan lowered his eyes to suppress the jealousy in his eyes, and his tone was still relaxed after raising his eyes, "Brother, does your neck hurt? Let me rub it for you."

"Need not."

Fu Liang turned his head quickly, and there was a crisp sound of "click" on his neck... He was too uncomfortable.

He pushed Song Jingyuan's hand away in a panic, and his side was almost pressed against the car door. The moment he met Song Jingyuan's eyes, he found the cold and playful cruelty in his eyes, and couldn't help being excited for a moment.

"Brother, there may be a misunderstanding between us."

Song Jingyuan's tone was still unhurried, as if he wasn't the one who made a fuss last night, but he was taken away by someone.

"Do not talk to me."

Fu Liang turned his head and raised his hand to stop him, his cheeks were flushed with anger, and he claimed that he had never seen such a brazen person.

"Are the two young masters quarreling?" Fu Liang's driver glanced at the rearview mirror and smiled, "In my impression, you have never quarreled since you were young."

The driver is a bald uncle in a suit and leather shoes. He has been in Fu's family for more than 20 years, and his working experience is longer than that of Fu Liang.

"You don't talk either."

Fu Liang interrupted him unceremoniously, like a little daughter-in-law who had been molested, her legs were close together and she was leaning against the car door.

driver:"……"

When the car slowed down and slid towards the school gate before it stopped, Fu Liang couldn't wait to get out of the car with his bag, rushing into the campus like an arrow leaving the string.

Song Jingyuan pursed his lips lightly, and just received a new WeChat message on the mobile phone in his right hand.

Teenager surfing the Internet: "Little boss, the matter has been settled, it's time to pay."