After being reborn, it becomes a beautiful crying bag

"Brother, are you talking?"

Jiang Zetong has never seen Jiang Bao like this before. Wearing the softest and pink sweater, his round cat eyes are wide open. With the change of expression when he speaks, the eyes are narrowed and elongated, as if he is really a An angry cat was trying to show its sharp claws towards him.

There was rarely such a tense atmosphere among them. Whether it was Jiang Zetong or Jiang Bao, they were consciously maintaining the relationship between the two sides. It was really the first time that such an interrogation.

Jiang Bao almost lost control of himself, his language system, his nerve center, and all his thoughts were gripped by a pair of invisible hands and twisted into a mess.

He stubbornly waited for another person's trial, and pessimistic thoughts kept popping up in his heart: this time may be the last time he came to Jiang's house, and Jiang Zetong would not like his wayward brother anymore.

Jiang Bao's eye circles gradually turned red, and his nose became sour. The aura that broke through everything gradually dwindled behind him, and he moved his mouth almost begging, "Brother..."

As if Jiang Zetong had just been woken up by him, he stretched out his hand hesitantly, and hugged Jiang Bao into his arms without hesitation the moment he touched Jiang Bao's body.

Jiang Bao pressed against Jiang Zetong's side neck, feeling the regular pulse beating of this body, followed by an indescribable sigh.

"No, no, remember."

What Jiang Zetong doesn't want to play with Jiang Bao, you listen to my explanation, I don't listen to this kind of time-wasting game, what to say at this time is not as important as answering Jiang Bao's question first.

"Do I need to repeat that? No one confesses. I will not accept anyone's confession. I will always remember what I promised you."

When Jiang Bao didn't speak, Jiang Zetong repeated it slowly. He held Jiang Bao, his fingers stuck in the other's soft sweater, crawled from behind to the back of his neck, and held Jiang Bao's head to look at him.

"Tell brother, what did you see, huh?"

Jiang Zetong finally understood what he wanted. All the evasions and excuses were his most cowardly performance. What happened to the business trip? Did he have to go by himself? After returning, nothing changed.

All of this can only prove that he can't let go of Jiang Bao, he can't change anything, because he doesn't want to change at all.

At this time, he stared straight into Jiang Bao's eyes, wishing to shatter all the dark clouds inside, and replace him with his own figure permanently in it.

Jiang Bao is a gift from God, he firmly believes in it.

The pretty, crybaby boy had grown up on his own arms and back, and naturally belonged to him, and no one was closer than them.

Jiang Zetong hooked Jiang Bao's hair with his fingers, and the hair next to his neck was as soft as lanugo, wrapped around his fingers like a layer of clouds, and tightly entangled another person.

The room was obviously quiet, but Jiang Bao felt as if he had entered a noisy pansi cave.

Staring at Jiang Zetong's handsome face, he stammered to answer the question, and recounted the scene he saw. The more he spoke, the more smoothly he spoke, and the feeling of sadness and anger came back.

That girl was the one he saw in Luju, with very characteristic dreadlocks, even if a small part of her side face exposed today was clean and clear, it did not hinder Jiang Bao's vision of studying painting composition for so many years.

"I also saw that girl stuffed a gift box for you. If you accept hers, I won't give you mine!"

Jiang Bao avoided Jiang Zetong's scorching gaze, and looked around for the handbag he brought. He didn't want to show Jiang Zetong that little house.

He thought he would hear the news that Jiang Zetong admitted to being in love, but Jiang Bao felt that he couldn't accept it. On the one hand, he hoped that what he saw had other secrets, and on the other hand, he hoped that even if it was true, Jiang Zetong could lie to him.

He only needs one answer, his brother is so smart, it is easy to hide it from him, as long as he is not allowed to suffer heart-piercing pain, what does it matter if he lives in the lies Jiang Zetong made for him, he just doesn't want to lose Jiang Zetong.

Fortunately, Jiang Zetong did not disappoint him, so Jiang Bao had the confidence to be pampered, and broke away from Jiang Zetong to find some handbags.To be able to sniff and sniff while complaining and venting.

"Did I send her something? I didn't even take it in. Believe it or not, the gift is still lying in the trash can outside."

Jiang Zetong tugged at Jiang Bao's little ear bitterly, "My brother was wronged."

Seeing that Jiang Bao was still persistently looking for his bag, Jiang Zetong snatched a handful out of nowhere and hooked it on his finger, "Come on, I'll take you down to have a look, and return my things to you if I'm innocent."

Jiang Bao's face was flushed, and the warm sweater was wrapped around his neck, and he couldn't tell whether he was anxious or angry.

In fact, he had long believed that what Jiang Zetong said was true. If he went down to read it now, Jiang Bao felt his face hurt, and it would be better to admit his mistake now than to beg for mercy at that time.

"I believe your brother, it's too cold outside and I'm afraid of catching a cold," Jiang Bao had an idea, "Let me unpack the present with you, this is what I brought."

Jiang Bao pointed to the bag in Jiang Zetong's hand, reluctantly.

Jiang Zetong raised his eyebrows. Anyway, he didn't have to prove it, as long as Jiang Bao believed it.

Just like now, Jiang Bao, who took the initiative to turn the page, didn't know how well-behaved he was, sitting on the carpet early and waiting for Jiang Zetong.

Jiang Zetong took out the things, which were flat and square like a cuboid, and the packaging was as crude as kindergarten handicrafts, but even so, Jiang Zetong took a photo first.

"Hey, brother." Jiang Bao covered the top with his hands, not wanting Jiang Ze to take the same shot, his eyebrows drooped, and his mouth curled downward, "It's too ugly."

"It's okay, I think it's good, it's simple." Jiang Zetong smiled with eyes bent, and the movements of his hands were also meticulous, trying his best to avoid damaging the wrapping paper.

Looking at his actions, Jiang Bao suspected that Jiang Zetong would recover afterward.

Tuk Tuk-

Jiang Bao came not too early or too late, and it was time for dinner. He was used to eating at Jiang's house, and he didn't think it would be embarrassing to come at this time. After Jiang Zetong figured it out, he wished that Jiang Bao would be at his house every day.

Now that the matter is clarified, there is no need to worry, and I will go down to eat first when I get the letter.

I unwrapped half of the gift and waited until the afternoon to continue.

"Zetong, Wang Ma saw this from the trash can just now, did you throw it away?"

Grandpa Jiang Da Ma Jin Dao sat on the sofa, pointing to a small wooden box with a delicate lock hanging on it, standing safely on the coffee table, it was the one that Jiang Zetong threw.

Jiang Zetong glanced at Jiang Bao first, and Jiang Bao understood the meaning in it by accident: I really threw it away, I didn't lie.

Then he saw Jiang Zetong nodding to admit to Grandpa Jiang.

"This box was given to you by your father anyway. It's not appropriate to throw it away. I'll keep it for you for now." Grandpa Jiang didn't persuade him. The child has his own ideas when he grows up, and it's normal not to want to get close. Literally.

Jiang Bao didn't expect things to go this way, he thought it was the girl's confession.

After dinner, Jiang Bao followed Jiang Zetong back to the bedroom to rest, and Jiang Zetong took the initiative to sit back in front of the half-opened gifts.

Jiang Bao pinched the hem of his sweater and thought about how to speak. He felt that Jiang Zetong was not happy.

"Brother, don't be sad, there is still me." Jiang Bao stared at Jiang Zetong like a puppy, he didn't know what to say, evaluating the elders is not what he should do, even if he said it, it would be poking Jiang Zetong's wound , might as well say that I can do it.

Jiang Bao firmly believes that he will be by Jiang Zetong's side, and he will show up whenever Jiang Zetong needs him.

The sound of unpacking stopped, but the laughter became more and more obvious. Jiang Zetong laughed lowly, as if he had heard some terrible joke, and his eyebrows were lightly raised. He raised his eyes and looked at Jiang Bao. down.

"Come with me, thank you, baby."

Obviously Jiang Bao himself agreed, but his white and tender face gradually turned red, from his forehead to the base of his neck, like a small steam pot.

He could hear that Jiang Zetong put the emphasis on the word "accompany me". Jiang Bao thought about his behavior, and then thought about Jiang Zetong's words, wishing he hadn't said it.

It should be him who said thank you Jiang Ze for accompanying him.

Jiang Bao was thinking wildly, Jiang Zetong had already disassembled the painting.The eye-catching and beautiful polarized light occupies a large picture, and the background is empty, and you can see the boundless galaxy and other buildings full of technology.

The small house stands in the middle and still maintains the color of Lego. I don’t know how Jiang Bao imagined the details. It is so realistic that it seems that technology can really realize it.

Jiang Zetong clutched his shocked chest, trying to pull Jiang Bao over to give him a hug and kiss.

He had previously revealed to Jiang Bao the field he was working on, but the holographic projection has not been realized after being called for so many years, which is enough to prove how many difficulties it needs to overcome to overcome it.

It is not terrible to have difficulties, the terrible thing is to have no direction and no clue.

Their team tried many ideas, and even traveled thousands of miles to ask for advice. In the end, it was Jiang Bao who surprised him the most.

"Do you like this gift, brother, I have been drawing for several days." Jiang Bao put his hands on his cheeks and looked at him with a smile.

Jiang Zetong was very excited, but he didn't forget about Jiang Bao, "I like it, this painting inspired me, I want to try... If I can conquer..."

Jiang Bao didn't understand the technical terms, but he knew that he had helped Jiang Zetong a lot.

He listened quietly, until Jiang Zetong finished speaking, then he raised his hands and shouted, his fluffy hair fluttering, more excited than Jiang Zetong.

"Great, brother will definitely do it!"

Jiang Zetong kept looking at him with a smile, and when he was quiet, he apologized and told Jiang Bao that he was going to be busy again recently.

Jiang Bao also came back to his senses, knowing that it was impossible for Jiang Zetong not to go to the company, he said very understandingly, "It doesn't matter, I will accompany my brother wherever he goes."

He secretly praised himself in his heart, look, I was right, I was with my brother.

In the afternoon, Jiang Zetong was in a hurry to go to the company, but Jiang Bao didn't want to stay by himself, so he followed.

Company secrets are not something that Jiang Bao can listen to, and he is not interested in this or that meeting with the door closed, so he just hides in Jiang Zetong's office alone.

Ella came to visit twice, wanting to ask if there is any need, so as to take good care of this young master, but she failed every time, and I can only say that the young master Jiang Bao is really good.

But staying alone, even in Jiang Zetong's office, is very boring, only a little better than staying at home.

Jiang Bao took out his sketchbook and began to sketch aimlessly.

He outlined a villain in two or three strokes, short and sturdy, but he could see the sword eyebrows and star eyes. Jiang Bao laughed as he drew, and then added a villain on the side, about the same height, on the left side There is a small dimple on the cheek.

Two villains hide and seek around the simple park drawn in three or two strokes, one poking around looking for the other to hide and laugh secretly

The more Jiang Bao painted, the happier he was, and a small pear dimple appeared at the same position on his cheek.

Divide the screen into four grids with lines, mark them with one, two, three, and four, and the freshly baked bamboo horse strips will be ready.

Jiang Bao was so excited that he turned a page and continued to draw.

Painting is more energy-consuming. Jiang Bao was sleepy after two paintings. He packed up his things and threw himself on the bed in Jiang Zetong's lounge.

I don't know what good things happened in the dream, and the smile on my face has been hanging slightly.

Jiang Zetong sat by the bed and watched for a while, his anxious mood calmed down, and even the boredom of the meeting was much less.

He didn't want to move either, he had been moving his mind and mouth all afternoon, and now he suddenly stopped his brain and protested, his head began to feel dizzy.

The bed in the lounge was smaller than a double, but bigger than a single. Jiang Zetong had to hug Jiang Bao tightly in his arms if he wanted to lie on it.Worried that Jiang Bao would be woken up by too much movement, Jiang Zetong sat still.

He took advantage of the light of the early lanterns to look at the sleeping boy, his soft hair was a little messy in sleep, half of his cheek was pressed against the pillow, a small piece of cheek meat was puffed out, his petal-shaped mouth was half covered, in vain Leave a white chin clearly visible.

Unknowingly, Jiang Bao's baby fat disappeared little by little, and his whole body appeared tall and straight like a green bamboo, no longer a round and juvenile bamboo shoot.

With the appearance of a small bamboo shoot on the tip of the chin, Jiang Zetong seemed to be hooked, so he passed two fingers over by accident, and touched the white reflective skin.

The soft flesh behind the chin is soft and slippery, making Jiang Zetong fond of it.

"Well, brother."

Jiang Bao was itchy, subconsciously grabbed the mischievous finger, and then slowly opened his eyes, looking at the young man through the light, "Brother teased me again."

Jiang Zetong's hand was still held in his hand, and he couldn't do it if he wanted to.

"I'm here to call you home." Jiang Zetong cleared his throat and said calmly.

Jiang Bao was sleepy, and he didn't know if his chin was touched like a cat in a dream or real, but there were more important things at the moment, so he stretched out his hand and coquettishly with Jiang Zetong, "Brother hug, I'm hungry and have no energy Walk."

"Squeamish bag."

Jiang Zetong said that he was very happy to act. He put shoes on Jiang Bao, carried him to the car like a child, and carried him to the car in one go.

After getting in the car, Jiang Bao became energetic.

I chose a restaurant along the way, and the two of them had a hot pot meal in the end.

When he woke up the next day, Jiang Bao thought that going to school was a few years ago.

"Jiang Jiang, why are you so listless early in the morning!" Zhang Kewen was at the back table, his eyes blurred, "You don't know..."

Before Zhang Kewen finished speaking, he felt the death gaze from Jiang Bao's tablemate. He performed a zipper on his mouth and swallowed the second half of the sentence.

"What will happen?" Jiang Bao was curious about what Zhang Kewen didn't finish.

"Ah that...make up the homework, yes, it's not like staying up late to make up the homework." Zhang Kewen said haha, and secretly exhaled, he is to blame for this matter, if it can't be when the big devil is around, it's all Jiang Zetong's fault week off.

"No, I just think it takes a long time to go to school, and I want to take a vacation."

All of a sudden, the students around me were amused.

"Jiang Jiang, hold on, the holiday is two months away!"

"You might as well not say it!"

"That's right, what kind of comfort is this? I'm about to cry."

Jiang Zetong has no good solution for this matter, he can't skip the education bureau and go to the winter vacation in advance.

In the blink of an eye, another half a week passed, and Jiang Bao had just gotten used to the rhythm of going to school, and it was going to be a holiday again.Now that the weather is getting colder and colder, it is becoming more and more difficult for Jiang Bao to get up. More often, he will stay at Jiang Zetong's house and occupy half of Jiang Zetong's bed. When he wakes up in the morning, he can sleep for 10 minutes more naturally.

Don't underestimate these 10 minutes, it determines Jiang Bao's mood this day.

It happened to be Jiang Bao’s turn to be on duty on Thursday. Jiang Zetong picked him up from the bed and fell asleep in the car while sipping milk. Get more sleep.

"No, I can do it!" Jiang Bao patted his face, threw the milk carton into the trash can, took another two breaths of cold air, and instantly felt refreshed as if reaching the sky.

Jiang Bao and Jiang Ze arrived not too late, and a small group of them came earlier and had already started to read and recite. Jiang Bao took a look and cleaned up the classroom with other students on duty.

"Jiang Jiang, leave the rest to me, you throw away this bag of garbage."

The team leader on duty likes Jiang Bao, and asks him to take out the trash or tidy up the podium once a day.

Jiang Bao said several times that we should do it together, and the team leader and team members promised well, but they still arranged it like this when they were on duty.Jiang Bao had no choice but to speak sweetly and help everyone by bringing more food. Thank you for your care.

At this time, Jiang Bao walked towards the bathroom with a light garbage bag.

"You are Jiang Bao?"

Jiang Bao heard his own voice, looked back and found that it was an acquaintance.

Apparently, the girls with dirty braids and high ponytails also had an impression of him, and the already tall eyebrows flew into the sky, "It's you, little brother."

"You have something to do with me?" Jiang Bao didn't think he had anything to say to the other party. Jiang Zetong had already told him clearly enough about the previous matter. If it was something else, Jiang Bao would be even less interested in knowing.

There were rumors that Jiang Zetong had a baby brother during the period when she was out of school. She still didn't believe it, how could Jiang Zetong take care of children?

Seeing it now, Guan Xingxing is even more sure that it is a rumor. Take a look at this child, where the milk is whistling, and his eyes are full of cold knives.

"It's nothing, I just want to make friends with you. My name is Guan Xingxing." Guan Xingxing approached Jiang Bao with his arms folded, and he kept feeling in his heart. He was pretty and soft, but his personality didn't match his face.

If she didn't like Jiang Zetong more, it would be fine to play with Xiaonencao.

"Sorry, I don't want to be friends with you." Jiang Bao blinked his cat's eyes, frowned and looked at Guan Xingxing's arm blocking him, thinking about how to leave here without bumping into anyone.

He didn't want to have physical contact with this girl.

Guan Xingxing looked like a kitten in his embarrassment, especially the arrogance and irritability that he showed inadvertently.

Now the desire to get close to Jiang Zetong from Jiang Bao was also shattered.

Guan Xingxing sighed, stopped blocking anyone, waved his hand, and left with the little friend who was waiting for her.

Watching the two girls with dirty braids and high ponytails go downstairs arm in arm, Jiang Bao heaved a sigh of relief. He has always been polite to girls, and he wouldn't do anything excessive if he really wanted him to. Guan Xingxing voluntarily gave up. Bao was glad that it was over and put the matter behind him.

"It didn't match up, it's a pity." I wanted to be an oriole, but the praying mantis and the cicada didn't follow the script.

The slender figure was leaning against the railing, she closed one eye in vain, and stretched out her palm to rest on Jiang Baoyuan's feet, until Jiang Bao suddenly clenched a fist when he was about to disappear.

The girl chuckled, then opened her palm like dust and blew, "Jiang Bao, don't blame me."

The morning classes were all mind-consuming, such as mathematics and physics. Jiang Bao listened hard and only listened to half of the class, and the rest relied on Jiang Zetong to go home to make up for him.

The content of the make-up lessons is also simple. After all, it is the review stage of the third year of high school. He only does the basic questions, and only the advanced questions are done after he has learned well.

"Brother, can you accompany me to sketch on the weekend?" Jiang Bao counted the days with his fingers, "The closing ceremony of the International Oil Painting Competition is scheduled for next Saturday, and there may be no time to go out later."

Jiang Zetong is also very busy this week. He is one of the backbones of holographic projection technology. He has to communicate with the staff on many issues, and sometimes he has to go out to make phone calls in the middle of the class.

Now when Jiang Bao asked him this, he agreed without thinking.

"Have you decided where to go?" Jiang Ze asked Jiang Bao while making notes on the book with one hand.

The small characters painted with iron and silver hooks quickly filled two or three rows. Jiang Bao lay on the table and stared at the movement of the pen tip. His agile appearance made Jiang Zetong write a few more lines.

"I've chosen it, it was recommended by my teacher."

"That's fine, then the lazy cat has to get up early, don't waste the good time."

Jiang Bao pouted Lao Gao, snorted, turned his head, and went to play by himself.

I thought Jiang Bao was acting like a baby, but I didn't expect that this time he was quite angry. He didn't talk to Jiang Zetong after school at night, his head was shaking from side to side, and his eyes looked at the sky and the ground at the bald tree, but he didn't look at Jiang Zetong.

"Baby, my brother made a mistake, let's talk to my brother, huh?"

Jiang Zetong patted Jiang Bao on the shoulder, took advantage of the situation and quietly and forcefully led Jiang Bao towards him, so close that Jiang Zetong could kiss Jiang Bao's hair when he lowered his head.

The soft hair brushed against the chin and mouth, and Jiang Zetong kissed it calmly.

"Aren't you going to say I'm a lazy cat?" Jiang Bao raised his chin, trying to express his dissatisfaction.

Jiang Zetong pondered for a few seconds, "I'm not lazy."

But it is really a cat, and it is still a rare breed of cat, but Jiang Zetong didn't say it after a while, otherwise the children would ignore him for several hours.

The two of them planned well. On Saturday morning, when everything was loaded into the car, an unexpected visitor came to Jiang's house—Jiang Zetong's father, Jiang Hairong—just happened to block Jiang Zetong and the others at home.

Jiang Zetong pretended not to see anyone, what to do, opened the car door for Jiang Bao, and walked around to the other side to get in the car.

"Zetong, it's not easy for us father and son to meet each other, let's go in with dad."

Jiang Hairong has devoted himself to eating, drinking and having fun for so many years. He maintains a good figure, and he is also a handsome uncle who can be praised by others when he walks outside.

"There's nothing to say. You have to sit in by yourself, and the servants won't drive you out. You don't need to use my name." Jiang Zetong was unmoved, and his words were very rude.

The son-in-law Jiang Hairong's eyes widened. He seldom loses face outside. No one in Haicheng will give him a three-point face. If he hadn't troubled Jiang Zetong with something, he would have thrown his sleeves and left a long time ago.

He turned sideways to avoid Jiang Bao's sight, so his voice was not so stiff.

"You child, this is my house. Of course I can come in. As soon as I come, you can leave. What do you make Dad think? Go in and sit with Dad for a while."

"My trip was scheduled in advance. I didn't come here for you. You don't need me to change the itinerary." Jiang Zetong looked indifferent, and he really didn't want to bother about the person in front of him. Instead, he gave the person in the car a soothing look. "If you have anything to say, just say it directly."

Jiang Hairong also became angry when he saw Jiang Zetong's appearance of not getting in. It's not easy for him to crawl out of the quilt when he was young in winter. Wouldn't it be good to hug Wenxiang nephrite? He has to come out and suffer. It's been a minute, and the child didn't even ask him if he was cold.

Shaking his windbreaker, Jiang Hairong still chose to keep his demeanor, but his patience was extremely reduced. While scolding Jiang Zetong in his heart, he also scolded the little love who gave him the wind on his pillow, "Tonight, the old man of the Guan family is celebrating his birthday. I heard that his granddaughter I want to see you by name, so you go."

Before he finished speaking, sharp knives from two directions pierced Jiang Hairong's body.

Jiang Zetong snorted coldly, and Jiang Hairong could just go on his own to celebrate Mr. Guan's birthday. He is a junior to join in the fun, and besides, the two businesses are out of reach. The intersection of the Guan family is even less.

Taking a step back, even if you want to make connections, you have to wait until he actually inherits the company and has a position. Now that he has gone quietly, is he really going to accompany his granddaughter?

"Go to yourself, get out of the way!"

Jiang Zetong didn't bother to talk nonsense with him, so he got into the car and told Ah Zhuang to go.

Jiang Hairong was left standing there pointing at the exhaust of the car and cursing. As soon as the car turned a corner, he shut up and ran into the house. It was too cold outside, and he didn't have the momentum to curse, but it was comfortable to come in and curse.

"No one is obedient and worry-free." The more Jiang Hairong thought about it, the more angry he became. If he hadn't been favored by the illegitimate daughter of the Guan family yesterday, he wouldn't have come here early in the morning.

What do you mean when Guan Xingxing is happy, she will be able to help herself, and Jiang Hairong?

"Wang Ma, make me a latte!"

Mr. Jiang went to the company early in the morning, and Jiang Zetong was not at home. Jiang Hairong was bored to stay, so he drank half a cup of coffee to warm himself up and left.

The car was quiet, Jiang Bao fiddled with the phone, he didn't read the news, he just played, suddenly his hand slipped, the phone fell, and rolled to Jiang Zetong's feet.

"Why are you so careless?" Jiang Zetong felt that something had been dropped on his foot, felt it was a mobile phone, took out a wet towel to wipe it clean, and handed it back to Jiang Bao.

Jiang Bao took a closer look at Jiang Zetong's face, "Brother Jiang, it won't affect you if you pushed Uncle Jiang's matter away?"

Jiang Bao doesn't care about the family's business, but he also knows that the adults need to socialize. For example, their Jiang family, Jiang family, Guan family, and Lin family are all considered to be the best in Haicheng, and they will send a post to each other if there is anything , even Jiang Bao was young, he didn't care, and few people participated.

Jiang Zetong rubbed the top of Jiang Bao's head, "Don't worry, he will be fine when he arrives."

After talking, the atmosphere became more relaxed, and the journey seemed to be shortened a lot.

It’s late autumn now, and the scenes in the city are all the same. Jiang Bao didn’t think it was interesting, so he simply booked a homestay a little farther away. A hot spring valley was developed in the suburbs of Haicheng. Jiang Bao really wanted to try it.

The car drove to the parking lot at the back. When Jiang Bao got out of the car, he felt that the air in the valley was fresh and humid, and his mood brightened a lot.

Jiang Bao followed Jiang Zetong to pack up the things. While it was still early, he moved out the things to the small courtyard and set up a painting shelf in front of the wintersweet plant in the corner.

The style of the small courtyard is relatively mixed, the overall style is Chinese, and some Japanese styles are mixed in. It may be that the boss has a better aesthetic, but he also has a unique flavor.

While chatting with Jiang Zetong, he painted color blocks.

I couldn't sit still in the middle of the painting, so I insisted on dragging Jiang Zetong to the scenic spot.

"Didn't it mean sketching?" Jiang Zetong was dragged forward helplessly.

Jiang Bao rolled his eyes and said confidently, "Let me see where it fits!"

He originally wanted to sketch, but this morning's interruption made him lose his mood, so he might as well have fun and relax, at least...to make my brother happy.

Hot spring homestays are no different than hot spring resorts. There are fewer items. Jiang Bao dragged Jiang Zetong around for only two hours, but even after two hours, Jiang Bao couldn't stand it anymore. After walking two steps, his legs were itchy. Gotta take a break.

Seeing that it was almost time to eat, Jiang Zetong squatted down in front of Jiang Bao, "Come on."

The trails in the valley are so criss-crossed that you can’t even find a sightseeing car.

Jiang Bao was so familiar with this shoulder, he pursed his lips and didn't see it, climbed onto Jiang Zetong's back and began to say nice words, "Brother worked hard, order a big meal for brother at noon to make up for it."

"You don't shake your legs, I'll be thankful. If you can't walk stably later, I'll put it under the floor and let you bear the pain for me."

Jiang Bao giggled, he didn't believe it, and deliberately teased Jiang Zetong, "Brother, try it, I'm strong."

Jiang Zetong snorted and ignored him, walked to a small narrow road and thought badly, performed a realistic flop, and Jiang Bao hugged his neck tightly in fright.

"Brother! It's too dangerous, I'll come down!" Jiang Bao thought that Jiang Zetong was tired from walking, and blamed himself in his heart. If he hadn't insisted on walking like this, he wouldn't have asked Jiang Zetong to carry him back.

What if something really went wrong... Jiang Bao would feel flustered just thinking about it, rejecting this hypothesis from the bottom of his heart.

He struggled to get off Jiang Zetong's back, and squatted down to see if Jiang Zetong had sprained his feet. His eye circles were red when he was pulled up.

"Baby, brother is wrong." Jiang Zetong also blamed himself for being too careless in his heart, and it was not his intention to scare Jiang Bao.

"I'm fine, don't worry." Jiang Zetong said and walked two steps to show Jiang Bao.

Jiang Bao took a closer look, and after making sure, his expression eased. In the end, the two of them walked back to the yard slowly.

During the rest time after dinner, Jiang Bao tossed and turned on the tatami mats. When the heater was fully turned on, Jiang Bao took off his coat and changed into thin pajamas. He turned over the neckline and it became bigger.

The snow white is simply dazzling.

"Be careful of catching a cold." Jiang Zetong pulled Jiang Bao into the blanket with his big hand, and when he pulled out his hand, it seemed to touch the silky brocade.

Jiang Zetong's Adam's apple moved slightly, and his ears turned red.

Jiang Bao, who still didn't know why he was covered, got out of the blanket and was about to argue with Jiang Zetong, but he was only left behind.

Unable to speak, Jiang Bao swiped the phone over and unlocked it.

The signal here is not good, you have to connect to WiFi, Jiang Bao is too lazy to get up to watch, so he just makes do with the occasional 3G surfing.

He opened a pink forum, scrolled through everyone's tree holes, thought for a while, and slowly typed a post.

[Shudong: Why don't you want brother Zhuma to fall in love? 】

He briefly talked about what happened last week, hoping that netizens can give him some direction to think about.

Because he feels subconsciously that he knows that these things cannot be told to his parents, nor to his friends around him. It seems that if he tells them, it will have a very bad influence.

But holding back in his heart, he couldn't figure it out.

He stared at the loading screen in the middle of the screen, and his palms began to sweat.

This kind of post can be said to be the most interesting part of the forum, and there are always people who speak enthusiastically at the risk of being banned.

After refreshing, the floor has already risen to a higher level.

Floor 1: Needless to say, you like bamboo horses

Floor 2: Brother is right

Floor 3: Brother is right

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Floor 22: Let me destroy the formation, I want to know the gender of the host hehe

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Floor 30: Everyone is narrow-minded, gender is nothing, we just look at behavior, this is love, landlord

Floor 31: Where is the landlord?Lost the hole and ran away?

Floor 32: Maybe shy and shocked

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Landlord: I like my brother, he takes good care of me, thinks about me in everything delicious and fun, supports me and makes up my lessons, and I am also very good to my brother.

Floor 50: Report!The landlord appeared!

F51: Isn't that obvious?I advise you to cooperate with this post, let’s get married

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Floor 100: Do I still want to hear the story of the original host? Cookie, I also want to read [-] chapters!

Floor 101: + ID number, let’s talk about it later

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Jiang Bao was blushing and heart beating watching netizens making various speeches like running a train. He glanced at the sleeping person beside him, and suddenly heard his own huge heartbeat.

Jiang Bao and the others are relaxing on a happy vacation. Jiang Zetong's support group in Haicheng No. [-] Middle School is about to explode, but the protagonist is not Jiang Zetong himself.

The messages in the group rushed one by one, Luo Ya was holding the phone, and his eyes were almost exhausted.

After finally figuring it out, I quickly called Jiang Bao.

After connecting, the first sentence seemed to be shouted out.

"Jiang Jiang, some people on the Internet say that your award-winning painting is a ghostwriter!"