The cp of the male god of abstinence is a super A boss

He Jiao sat in the auditorium after the show, and had to wait for the final selection results.

During this process, there are still many shows, with older brothers and sisters singing and dancing, and younger brothers and younger sisters performing sketches. Although it is very lively, He Jiao can't feel it at all.

Xin Ting, who was sitting next to him, looked at him up and down, and asked strangely, "Aren't you hot?"

He Jiao said a little decadently: "It's hot, I'm already too hot to watch the performance on the stage."

"Then you still wear so much? It's summer, you wear a high collar, can you not be hot?"

He Jiao sighed helplessly, "I don't want to either, but my wife won't let me show it!"

Although he was sighing, the expression on his face was very proud. He had a wife, but the other party did not.

After he got off the stage, Lan Qing pushed him into the locker room to change. He directly brought him a sportswear with long sleeves and long trousers. The zipper was pulled from the bottom to the head, and the neck was not exposed.

Although the air conditioner is turned on, there are so many people here now that the air conditioner is turned on to the maximum and it still feels quite stuffy.

Xin Ting smiled gloatingly, thinking that he had exposed his thighs just now and almost exposed his underpants, now it is normal for him to be wrapped up to his neck.

"Cover your neck quickly, or your wife will be angry later." Xin Ting approached him with some gossip and asked in a low voice, "Who do you two usually coax whom?"

"As an excellent husband, of course I am coaxing him!"

"Are you sure?" Xin Ting was not so convinced.

"Of course I'm sure. I don't need to be coaxed. I don't want to get into trouble with my wife." He Jiao smiled despondently.

Xin stopped his tongue.

As soon as he mentioned the word awkward, he was really awkward.

He glanced at Xu Zihao who was sitting not far away.

But I really don't know whether this guy likes men or women. If he doesn't like men, he hasn't found a girlfriend yet, but if he likes men, he works so hard. She was separating from him, as if she was afraid that he would fall in love with him. Could it be that this could only make him understand that he likes men, but he just doesn't like him.

If so, that would be really sad.

After the performance above, the host took their ratings and read it on it. Hakka remembered the names of the designers of the two or three sets of clothes he wore. After listening to them, he found that one of the clothes he was wearing was split The name of the designer of the thigh-showing skirt was the last one to read, and the last one was the one with the highest score, which meant that he, a model, could also go on stage to call a curtain call with the designer.

"I'll go first." He Jiao patted Xin Ting on the shoulder, got up and walked backstage.

After he left, a seat was vacant next to Xin Ting. Xu Zihao, who was sitting not far away, saw it and immediately ran over and sat next to Xin Ting.

"What were you talking about?"

Xin Ting glanced at him and then looked at the stage, "Just chatting casually, what are you doing?"

"No reason, I just asked casually."

Xin Ting shrugged and ignored him. At this time, all the award-winning designers and models had already appeared on the stage.

Those models were still wearing their original clothes, everyone was beautiful, only He Jiao was wearing sportswear, long-sleeved trousers, and only a beautiful head was exposed when the zipper was pulled to the top.

If it weren't for the fact that everyone knew that the beautiful woman just now was He Jiao, everyone would have suspected that this man was crazy and ran up to the stage to rub the camera.

Some people wanted to call him stinky and shameless, but after taking a closer look, they realized that this was their little foreigner from A University?

How did the little foreigner become so conservative?

Is this the real him?Could it be that the enthusiastic little foreigner they saw just now was just an illusion?

Although everyone is very curious, there will be no answer to this question after all——

Because their president will not tell them.

The fashion show was finally over, and everyone left one after another.

Lan Qing wanted to organize everyone to clean up the scene, so He Jiao just sat in the auditorium and waited for him. Everyone else left, and only He Jiao sat alone in the huge auditorium. Finally, no one competed with him. The air conditioner was turned on, and he finally no longer felt stuffy in his long-sleeved trousers.

He Jiao waited for a long time before seeing Lan Qing approaching from not far away.

Although he could see it at a glance, He Jiao still waved at him.

After a busy night, Lan Qing came to him and sat down to breathe a sigh of relief. Today's task was finally completed.

"Are you tired?" He Jiao raised his fist and thumped his shoulder to massage him.

"A little bit, rest for a while before going back." Lan Qing said.

"No problem, my husband will help you move your muscles and bones." He Jiao said, and sat on his thigh, Lan Qing smiled and put his arms around his waist, and the two sat together in such an ambiguous posture.

He Jiao put his hands on his shoulders to massage him.

"Comfortable?"

"Comfortable." Lan Qing just looked at him and squeezed his shoulders hard for herself.

He stretched out his hand to scrape his bangs and found that the bangs were a little wet with sweat.

"Why are you sweating?"

"Of course I sweat so much." He Jiao glanced at him, didn't he know why he was sweating?

Ask knowingly.

"Who told you to show your thighs on stage?"

"Then you can't blame me, you have to blame the designer, that's how she designed the dress."

"But they didn't ask you to tear up your skirt."

Don't think that he doesn't know that the big leg was exposed by his own torn skirt.

If he hadn't exposed his legs so much, the scream would not have been as violent.

He Jiaozui, murmured and didn't know what he was talking about.

Anyway, it was a particularly aggrieved expression.

"What are you doing? Are you scolding me?" Lan Qing lowered his arms around his waist, and slapped his buttocks.

"You scolded me." He Jiao pouted, deliberately pouted to the longest state, he was trying to show his grievance.

But it seems very contrived in this way, but the strange thing is that when they are in love, the other party thinks it is very cute no matter what they do.

Lan Qing really likes this kind of thing——

"I didn't scold you."

"You just spanked my ass."

Lan Qing patted his butt again, and whispered, "I'm touching you."

"Why is touching me like this? Then I should be like this." He Jiao personally demonstrated to him what touching is.

Lan Qing looked around with a smile, but fortunately there was no one else around.

But he looked up and saw a big camera facing them directly in front of him.

"Go, go back."

"I'm tired, you carry me back." He Jiao put his arms around his neck directly, leaning his head on his shoulder.

He looked like he wasn't going to get up and walk by himself.