Cannon fodder please stop tea talk

When he said this, Ji Fengmian subconsciously pressed his hand.

Jiang Nanshu was caught off guard, and his entire face was pressed against the opponent's abdomen.

"!"

"I'm really not dizzy." Ji Fengmian murmured with emotion.

He couldn't bear it anymore, pushed away the stunned man, and stood up.The position just now was too dangerous and inappropriate.

Ji Fengmian took a few steps back and leaned against the desk opposite.He lowered his head in a daze, "That's right, I didn't feel dizzy when you touched me just now, it's so strange."

Jiang Nanshu said coldly: "I pushed you away, but didn't touch you."

"It's all the same," Ji Fengmian said casually, "Why am I not dizzy? Is it because I'm recovering?"

Jiang Nanshu doesn't understand the field of psychology, nor has he read related books, but he just feels that something is not right.

"You put on your clothes first."

Unexpectedly, Ji Fengmian lowered his head in a daze, as if belatedly recalling something, the tips of his ears gradually turned red.

His skin was darker, but the rosiness of his ears could not be concealed at all.

Jiang Nanshu froze for a moment, not understanding what was going on.Just as he was about to speak, he saw Ji Fengmian's gaze, and followed his gaze.

"..."

The two were relatively silent, and the air was almost stagnant.

"You, do you want to solve it?" Jiang Nanshu asked this sentence with some difficulty.

Ji Fengmian is a very energetic person, and it is naturally reflected in this aspect.The two have been getting along almost day and night in the past two years, and occasionally they will sleep together.

In short, Jiang Nanshu is no stranger to such accidents.

However, the problem is that most of that time is when Ji Fengmian is not sober. Waking up early in the morning is a normal time for every man.

The current time is obviously not normal.

"I..." Ji Fengmian seemed to want to say something.

At this moment, Fang Xiao's voice came from the corridor outside the door.

"Brother Feng! Brother Nan! Where are you?"

The two people in the room had a tacit understanding, Ji Fengmian turned and went into the bathroom, Jiang Nanshu stood up and opened the door.

"Here."

As soon as Fang Xiao entered the door, he pulled up a chair and sat down. Seeing that Ji Fengmian was not there, he asked a casual question.

"Where's Brother Feng?"

Jiang Nanshu: "In the bathroom."

"It's still washing, Brother Feng, the ink is so stained, there won't be any accidents."

Fang Xiao got up carelessly and went to knock on the door.

"Brother Feng, what's the matter with you, taking a bath for so long?"

He knew Ji Fengmian's habits, and he would take a shower immediately after playing the game. If he calculated it this way, Ji Fengmian had spent at least 10 minutes in the bathroom.

There is no response inside.

Jiang Nanshu turned around and continued to collect things, pretending that he didn't hear anything.

"Brother Feng? Brother Feng?"

"Get out!" A slightly hoarse voice came from the bathroom, seemingly impatient.

Fang Xiao was scolded, touched his nose, walked back and sat down.

He sat for a while, turned his eyes, and recalled, "Hehe, I didn't expect Brother Feng to be so energetic. It's in broad daylight."

No one ignored him.

Zhao Sen gave him a look like a fool, and closed his mouth tightly.

"Brother Nan, you have a good relationship with Brother Feng, you must have communicated with each other, right?"

Jiang Nanshu paused for a moment, turned his face, and met Fang Xiao's curious face.

Although he was indifferent and seldom talked, he still had basic manners. When others asked him, he should answer no matter what.

"What to communicate?"

"Hey, isn't it the dignity of a man! Length, time and distance."

Jiang Nanshu frowned slightly, and after a little thought, he understood what the other party meant.He was a little surprised, "Will friends...will communicate this?"

Fang Xiao: "Of course, it's always better to compare everything! When we watch movies together, we always communicate...By the way, Brother Nan, do you... watch movies?"

It's no wonder he asked such a question, it's because Jiang Nanshu's appearance is too indifferent, and he doesn't look like he has worldly desires at all.

Zhao Sen rolled his eyes, trying to stop him.

The door of the bathroom opened at this moment, Ji Fengmian stood at the door, and said in a dark voice, "Fang Xiao, what nonsense are you talking about?"

Fang Xiao turned around, jumped back in fright, and hid behind Jiang Nanshu, "Oh my god, Brother Feng, you scared me to death."

Unexpectedly, Ji Fengmian's expression became even more fierce, "Let go of your claws!"

"!"

Zhao Sen couldn't stand it any longer, so he dragged Fang Xiao to sit aside.

Ji Fengmian walked over a few steps, grabbed Jiang Nanshu's hand and patted it, "Who told you to hold my Jiang Jiang's hand carelessly."

"I'm not a virus!" Fang Xiao screamed angrily.

Ji Fengmian sneered, shook Jiang Nanshu's hand, "Only I can hold Jiang Jiang's hand."

"..."

"..."

The gazes of the two people on the opposite side suddenly became strange. Fang Xiao even forgot to be angry, hesitated for a moment, and asked, "Brother Feng, are you... not homophobic? You can't have skin-to-skin contact with the same sex?"

Ji Fengmian was extremely proud, "Perhaps God was moved by our brotherhood, and I was cured! Are you right, Jiang Jiang."

When Jiang Nanshu heard this, he couldn't bear it anymore, and took his hand away, not wanting to participate in the idiot's conversation in the past.

He put the pajamas in the closet into the backpack, and took two books casually, "Okay, we can go."

Ji Fengmian's attention was quickly diverted, staring at the pajamas in disbelief, "You actually brought pajamas?"

"how?"

"Isn't it okay to wear mine? Didn't you always wear mine before?"

Jiang Nanshu ignored his nonsense, put on his schoolbag, turned and went out.

After Ji Fengmian changed his shoes, he chased after him, leaving only two people who did not belong to this dormitory looking at each other.

"I always feel that something is wrong." Fang Xiao murmured.

Zhao Sen: "One day, you will die on this mouth."

***

For Ji Guohua's birthday this time, he held a small banquet at home, all the guests were close friends, and there was no big fuss.

Jiang Nanshu didn't like crowded places, so Ji Fengmian chose a table in the corner to sit, and he didn't bother to socialize, so he kept chatting with him.

An Lejun and An Kexia have fully integrated into the life here, and have been by Ji Guohua's side to greet guests.

In comparison, Ji Fengmian who was sitting in the corner looked like an outsider, and many people cast veiled glances.There are many emotions in the eyes, either curiosity or ridicule.

Fang Xiao and Zhao Sen were not happy, but their family members also came, and they couldn't stay at this table all the time if they wanted to accompany the party.

Jiang Nanshu frowned slightly, not understanding Ji Guohua's thoughts.Judging from the brief contact, he seemed to be much more affectionate to An Kexia than to Ji Fengmian, his biological son.

People who don't know the inside story probably think that An Kexia is Ji Guohua's illegitimate son.

Fortunately, the person involved, Ji Fengmian, didn't care about others at all, and all his attention was on Jiang Nanshu, "Eat this, Uncle Xie's specialty, you can try it."

He added vegetables to Jiang Nanshu, but he didn't eat a few mouthfuls.

"How about it?"

"Well, it's delicious." Jiang Nanshu put down his chopsticks, "Do you have something to say?"

From just now, Ji Fengmian has been courting him, obviously thinking about it.

Ji Fengmian: "Can you sleep in my room today?"

"No." Jiang Nanshu refused decisively.

Ji Fengmian: "Why? No, no, I want to see if the illness is cured. What a chance?"

"There are many ways to verify."

Ji Fengmian complained softly, "You really have someone else, didn't we sleep together every day in Qingshui Town?"

"There was only one bed. The situation forced it. I think your house is quite big. There should be more than one room."

In fact, Ji's family members do not live in this house often, and it is far away from the urban area with inconvenient transportation.But this mansion occupies a large area, with three floors and more than ten or twenty guest rooms, it is most suitable for holding a family banquet like today.

Ji Fengmian was blocked, so he simply said, "I don't care, the other rooms are full, so you will sleep with me today."

He was originally a stubborn temper, and today he was rejected by Jiang Nanshu one after another. Naturally, he was messed up and completely unreasonable.

After finishing speaking, without waiting for a response, he stood up and said, "My grandpa is awake, I will push him over first, and I will be back later."

Jiang Nanshu looked at the back of Ji Fengmian leaving decisively, lowered his eyes, staring at his fingers in a daze.His refusal, of course, was not for this reason.

He is a little scared...

Ji Fengmian's "homophobia" is actually one of the reasons why Jiang Nanshu allowed himself to be almost inseparable from him.

If Ji Fengmian's homophobia is cured, he wonders if things will get out of control afterwards.

"Jiang Nanshu."

He looked up and saw An Kexia.

"Hello." Jiang Nanshu restrained all his emotions, and nodded politely and coldly.

An Kexia sat down beside him, "Long time no see, congratulations on being admitted to B University."

"Well, thank you."

Jiang Nanshu had no interest in chatting with this person, nor did he want to experience the so-called "tea art".

However, An Kexia seemed very interested, "Actually, I thought my brother would come with you in Anping City during the summer vacation. I wanted to congratulate you a long time ago. Tanhua, you are amazing."

"Ah."

"I really admire you. You were able to get into Anping City with your own hard work. Unlike me, I have to rely on my mother and Uncle Ji to get an account in Anping City..." He smiled shyly, " But fortunately, my brother is willing to stay at home for a few more days this time, which can be regarded as a little credit of mine."

Jiang Nanshu raised his eyes and looked at the innocent smile of the man in front of him.

Does this routine imply that he has a good relationship with Ji Fengmian?So Ji Fengmian is willing to ease up with his father who has a bad relationship?

Should, is that what it means?

After knowing An Kexia's personality, Jiang Nanshu could quickly judge the actual meaning of every word he said.

This was probably a demonstration.

It's just that he was not interested in answering this sentence, so he nodded, "Yes. Congratulations."

An Kexia hit a soft nail, seeing that Jiang Nanshu's expression didn't change at all, her smile froze almost invisibly.Soon, he adjusted again and got up to scoop up a bowl of sweet soup.

"Try it, it's made by my mother. I remember the last time you went to my store, you all praised it as delicious."

Jiang Nanshu looked at the soup pushed in front of his eyes, and then glanced at An Kexia who was smiling warmly, knowing that if he didn't drink it, he would probably be in trouble again.

There is no problem with this soup being served on every table.

He took a sip and noticed some wine, "This sweet soup, is there wine?"

An Kexia replied: "Well, a little rice wine, it's fine."

The taste of the soup was sweet but not greasy, and the smell of alcohol was not strong, so Jiang Nanshu didn't speak any more, and finished the soup in one gulp.

Unexpectedly, the rice wine seemed to have a lot of stamina, and he had a poor capacity for drinking. After a while, he felt a little over the top.Jiang Nanshu frowned, rubbed the bridge of his nose, feeling dizzy.

"What are you doing here?"

Ji Fengmian's voice sounded, and he seemed very unhappy.

"Ah, Brother Feng, I just saw Jiang Nanshu sitting here, so come over to say hello."

"Hmm—" Jiang Nanshu got up, but felt his world spinning, he staggered and supported the table.

Ji Fengmian said angrily, "What did you give him to drink?"

"No, no, it's the sweet soup with rice wine in it." An Kexia argued softly, "Why don't we help him to the guest room, Brother Feng, don't you hate the smell of wine the most? Let me come."

The hand he stretched out was empty.

Ji Fengmian immediately hugged the dizzy Jiang Nanshu, "Don't touch him."

Afterwards, he quickly walked away with Jiang Nanshu in his arms, as if he would be snatched away by An Kexia if he walked slowly.