Long Island High School

At 05:30 in the morning, before dawn, Song Jing woke up, suddenly blessed, and ran to the window to see He Wenzhou wearing white casual clothes and smiling at him.

Today Saturday, they don't have to go to class.But I still have to go to school to get the papers for the monthly exam.

Song Jing lied to grandma for the first time, hurriedly tidied up and ran downstairs.

When he ran down to meet He Wenzhou, he smiled, a rare smile.

He laughed, and He Wenzhou laughed too.In the early morning, I rode across half of the city and bought soy milk and crab roe buns, which were still hot when I held them on my chest.Isn't it just stupid?

Because a heart is put back into the cavity, it is very stable.The two people share the same mind, only giggling.

Song Jing is sure that He Wenzhou loves him.There is no need to ask, no need to guess.It doesn't make sense, he just knows it.He knew it, and He Wenzhou knew it too.Because this is a brand new page, which cannot be newer, and it is also a very safe page, which cannot be more secure.

After You Weimin left, he found another You Weimin for himself.How clever he is!

He found himself a new "companion".Of course, he loves him, and now he doesn't love him enough, and he really wants to love him well, love him hard.I can't wait to grab it and take a bite, swallow it in my stomach, and eat him alive with love!

He has a lot of love, and he is not afraid or arrogant.

Those people in He Yu are too lowly, they just play the game of money; he is not short of money, so naturally he is more advanced, he plays the game of love.

Hasn't he been playing like this since he was a child?Otherwise, how could he be grandpa's good grandson, father's heartless fool, and mother's mischievous son.Even You Weimin felt sorry for him, he was kind, he was considerate and lovable.

He's a demon bred in love, born to play this trick.

Of course, he doesn't play this trick on everyone.As for Ling Yan and the others, he really didn't bother to look at them, except for Ling Yan who was perfunctory, the others were not even worthy, not worth his troubles.Love, but it's hard work.

Song Jing deserves this little love.

He Wenzhou took out the crab roe bun as if he was digging out his heart, and Song Jing took it over without any hesitation and ate it.Opening the cup of soy milk, he pointed the straw at He Wenzhou and held it for him to drink.He Wenzhou took a sip, which made him stick out his tongue.

"too hot."

Song Jing was expressionless: "Then drink it after a while."

"Then you need to feed me."

"Are you a child?" Song Jing glared at him.

He Wenzhou smiled and said, "I'm your good baby, you have to love me and love me."

Song Jing thought he was disgusting, so he stopped talking.

He didn't expect it to be so natural and comfortable. It was better than he imagined, much better.He and Song Jing are really a match made in heaven, no need to guess, no need to think, he understands him, and he understands him.

Most of the time, with just one look, you already know what the other person is going to say.The connection of minds to such an extent made him burst out laughing with joy.

He decided to love him a little more, and a little more.Love, he has plenty.

He just laughed, Song Jing walked beside him, and returned the half bun that he couldn't finish eating.The intention was for him to put it away, but He Wenzhou didn't expect to take it. Without saying a word, he stuffed his half-bitten bun into his mouth, and swallowed it after a few mouthfuls.

Song Jing was dumbfounded, and He Wenzhou was even more stupid. He never eats other people's leftovers, let alone bitten half of them.

He Wenzhou licked his lips as he recalled the taste in his mouth.

Under the radiance of the morning glow, Song Jing's face was filled with color.

If there's anything he likes about Song Jing, it's probably because he's good-looking.A celebrity's good-looking really needs a good-looking face, and an ordinary person's good-looking is the overall good-looking.

Not only should the face look good, but the hair should also be smooth and the skin should be white, and the clothes, no matter the grade or style, should complement the person.Of course, Song Jing looks good in anything.He looks good when he eats, looks good when he walks, looks good when he is angry, and looks good when he is silent and quiet. He is a natural beauty.And because he was raised in a good family, with strict upbringing and a magnificent manner.Moreover, what is better than him is that he is well educated and talented, and he will go to Tsinghua University and Peking University in the future to benefit the society. He is a real master.He is nothing more than gold and jade, but he is corrupt, and Song Jing is the two extremes.

What he wants is Song Jing's cleanliness and unattainability.

It's just that Song Jing's character...is too cold, so cold that he excludes everyone.

But for him, this is the best.

As He Wenzhou thought about it, he wanted to touch him and touch him.Want to have fun and make him angry.

Along the way, Song Jing avoided He Wenzhou's attempts to hold his hand.In broad daylight, how could he be allowed to be so presumptuous?

It's a pity that he took precautions all the way. When he entered the campus, he saw that there was no one around, so he quickly kissed Song Jing on the face.

Song Jing was stunned for a moment, wanting to kick him and break his bones.

In the morning, the test papers are distributed.Liu Pei announced the top five in public. No. 1, of course, is Song Jing, No. 2, another top student boy, No. 3, Han Lin, lost one place, but managed to maintain around the tenth place in the grade.From now on, Liu Pei stopped reading, and just posted the ranking list on the blackboard, so that everyone can read it by themselves.

With You Xing gone, He Wenzhou was naturally at the bottom.Song Jing is at the head and he is at the end.Because he fell in love with No. [-], He Wenzhou was very embarrassing. After class, he tore off the ranking list, crushed it, and threw it away.

But everyone already knew the ranking, tacitly.

After school at noon, He Wenzhou was not very happy.Of course, there is a limit to being unhappy.He is rich and powerful, and he never knows what inferiority complex is.

What's more, they are still in love.

Both he and Song Jing started to act stupid.I didn't go home in the afternoon, just strolled on the street.The two went to eat first, and then went to the audio-visual store and bookstore. There was nowhere to go, so they just stood in the sun and rolled the road. Both of them were sweating profusely. He Wenzhou bought two cones, one for Song Jing to lick, one for He licks himself.Like two stray dogs, looking at the figures in the window and giggling together.

Song Jing didn't eat the ice cream either, and stood beside him waiting for him.After He Wenzhou finished eating his own, he asked Song Jing to feed him again.Song Jing has to feed him everything, and Song Jing has to serve soup for the meal just now, and feed him with a small spoon.Fortunately, it was in the compartment and no one saw it.Now I want him to feed me again, and I want him to unscrew the mineral water to feed him when I am thirsty.If you don't feed them, you will start pestering people.

Because Song Jing is still dizzy and doesn't know how to deal with having a boyfriend, so Song Jing will do whatever he says.

He Wenzhou took his hand and licked the melted ice cream.He licked for a long time, licked and licked again, and finally took a mouthful of Song Jing's index finger.

The cold, moist lips sucked and rubbed gently against his fingertips, the tip of his tongue was like a small fish unintentionally flicking, and the numbness spread throughout his body like an electric shock.

Song Jing shook his fingers, and half of the ice cream fell to the ground.

Song Jing blushed and reprimanded: "What are you doing?"

He Wenzhou picked it up with the tissue in his hand and threw it away, smiling without answering.

In the end, He Wenzhou drove that small car to go to the beach. It took more than half an hour from their school to the beach. Song Jing sat in the co-pilot and became nervous for no reason as soon as he came in.

Song Jing knew that the co-pilot was sitting with someone else some time ago, but he didn't plan to have an attack.He was just dizzy and nervous, and followed He Wenzhou to slam the car door.

In the confined space, her heart beat faster and faster.

The same goes for He Wenzhou, he has endless love, overwhelming, he has nothing to do, fasten his seat belt, and help Song Jing fasten it.Steering the steering wheel, he suddenly turned his head and stammered to Song Jing, "I want to kiss you."

Song Jing's whole body tensed up, as cold as ice: "No."

"Row."

He Wenzhou touched it and approached it bit by bit, his breath was about to blow Song Jing's hair.

The air conditioner in the car is very cold, and the sun seems to be invisible through a layer of gray glass.

The boy's soft voice rang in his ears: "I can't see it from outside..."

Song Jing's heart moved and he struggled fiercely.Before he could think of anything, the boy's warm lips pressed against himself.

He was completely dazed, He Wenzhou held his shoulders, licked and sucked him tenderly, his tongue came in, and the tip of his tongue rolled gently, the nerves in his back were paralyzed.From head to toe it was like boiling a kettle, only smoking and just hot.His cheeks were flushed, his head was swollen, and he couldn't think about anything, so he could only let him kiss.Like a dream, the two entangled each other's tongues, sucked the sweet liquid in their mouths, and scraped and kissed until their tongues became numb. Song Jing pushed his shoulders and moaned helplessly.

He Wenzhou almost died on him.

Just a kiss has such a big effect, but he has seen the big witch, and he has learned a lot.