On how women's clothing bosses break the male gods

"Jiang Mo..."

"Ok?"

An Chengfeng didn't know what was wrong, his eyes suddenly turned red, and there was a burst of soreness, he thought, it must be from the heat of the brown sugar ginger soup.

His menstrual period since he was 15 years old has been six years now. In the first six years, no one has made brown sugar ginger soup for him. At most, his parents buy some bonus tablets or golden chicken capsules when he is in pain. of.

Jiang Mo was the first person to take good care of him during his menstrual period.

"Hmm...Jiang Mo, don't you think we're a bit like an old married couple?" There was a hint of crying in his tone of voice, "It's just...the one who is sick and the other is with the bedside for a long time. kind?"

Hearing his silly words, Jiang Mo couldn't hold back, curled his lips with a smile, and stretched out his hand to scratch An Chengfeng's nose: "What are you thinking, drink the soup quickly, and then sleep peacefully, eh? "

"Yeah!" An Chengfeng sniffed, and was supported by Jiang Mo to lean against the back of the bed, drinking the soup from the spoon that Jiang Mo handed to his lips.

The soup was just out of the pot, so it must be very hot. When An Chengfeng took the second sip and couldn't help sticking out his tongue, Jiang Mo discovered this, so every time he spooned the soup, he blew it on himself first. It was almost cold before feeding An Chengfeng.

Maybe it was really the brown sugar ginger soup that had an effect, or maybe it was a purely psychological effect. After drinking the whole bowl of hot soup, An Chengfeng felt that the pain in his lower abdomen did not seem to be so painful, and it was still warm and comfortable.

Not long after, he fell into a drowsy sleep again.

When he woke up again, it was already evening, the sunset glow in the sky was beautiful, and the afterglow of the setting sun fell on An Chengfeng's face through the gap in the blinds.

He slowly opened his eyes and looked at the ceiling, waiting for his mind to clear up.I was about to sit up, but just moved a little, I felt that my thigh seemed to be pressed by something, and it was a little numb.

An Chengfeng looked sideways and saw that it was Jiang Mo. He fell asleep lying on the bedside at some point, and it happened to be on his lap.

Jiang Mo slept with his head on his side, and the exposed side of his face was reddened by the setting sun, and his originally fair skin was stained pink, which was indescribably distressing.

He didn't wake Jiang Mo up, and quietly pulled out his legs. During the whole process, Jiang Mo just frowned slightly in dissatisfaction, and didn't wake up.

This is the first time An Chengfeng has observed the sleeping Jiang Mo so closely. His eyelashes are not very long, but they are curly, black and thick, with a tall nose bridge and ruddy thin lips. The facial features that are very ordinary and not exquisite, why are they combined together, or why do they look so good on Jiang Mo's face...

Jiang Mo sat cross-legged on the ground and slept on his stomach. An Chengfeng suddenly had a thought, lifted the quilt lightly and got out of bed, carefully sat next to Jiang Mo and imitated his posture and lay on the edge of the bed, facing each other. kind of.

Their faces were so close that they could feel each other's breath.

The afterglow fell on Jiang Mo's face, the eyelashes cast long narrow shadows, and the slightly parted lips looked childish. An Chengfeng looked at it, and couldn't help laughing, like a stalker. Like a little squirrel eating, he covered his mouth and smiled and narrowed his eyes.

He stretched out his index finger, moved down from Jiang Mo's forehead, painted his profile, and finally stayed on the thin lips, and slowly moved his face closer, gently touching his own lips.

Time seemed to stand still, a breeze blew past, lifted the curtains, and messed up the hair of the two of them.

Jiang Mo moved his eyelashes, slowly opened his eyes, and lowered his eyes slightly, what he saw was the enlarged version of An Chengfeng's face, and the eyes under the eyelids were still rolling restlessly.

Suddenly, he stretched out a hand, supported the back of An Chengfeng's head, and deepened the kiss, which surprised An Chengfeng, opened his eyes suddenly, and met Jiang Mo's eyes that seemed to be smiling but not smiling.

Lips parted, Jiang Mo rubbed An Chengfeng's hair, the smile on the corner of his mouth never disappeared: "Kiss me secretly?"

"........."

Stealing a kiss is one thing, being caught is another.

An Chengfeng pouted his lips in displeasure, puffed up his bun face, and glanced at Jiang Mo with resentful eyes from time to time: "Would you believe me if I said it was your mouth that moved first?"

The latter obviously didn't expect him to say that, he was stunned for two seconds, and then burst out laughing, pinching An Chengfeng's baby fat cheeks with both hands, and jokingly said: "I believe, you said roosters can lay eggs I believe it."

Such an obviously perfunctory answer did not ease the resentment in An Chengfeng's heart. He felt bored, so he turned his face away and stood up. Just as he was about to leave the room, Jiang Mo grabbed his wrist.

Jiang Mo's tone was a little nervous: "Where are you going?"

An Chengfeng froze and didn't speak, feeling a hot tide gushing out from under his body, this feeling... really sour.

Seeing that he didn't respond, Jiang Mo thought he was angry, and nervously propped himself on the side of the bed to stand up, but it might be because he had sat cross-legged for too long, his legs cramped unexpectedly due to such a sudden jerk, and he almost fell back to his seat. go to the ground.

He frowned, rubbed his legs, but never let go of An Chengfeng with his other hand, raised his face and asked persistently: "Where are you going? Are you angry?"

He was really a little scared. The shadow of "An An" running away on the street before had been lingering in Jiang Mo's heart. He was afraid that if An Chengfeng disappeared like this one day, he couldn't accept such a situation. As a result, I didn't dare to think about it.

The two were deadlocked, and in the end An Chengfeng had to compromise when another climax hit his lower body, and he turned around and sighed to Jiang Mo helplessly: "I'm going to the bathroom."

"..." Jiang Mo let go of his hand in embarrassment, and touched his nose uncomfortably, "Oh..."

That look of wanting to pretend not to care and pretend nothing happened, in An Chengfeng's eyes, was so cute, if it wasn't for his aunt's aggressive approach and the conditions didn't allow it, he really wanted to throw Jiang Mo down and face him on the cheek Give me a big kiss.

When changing the security guards, An Chengfeng couldn't help but think that if Jiang Mo's fans at Qingzhou Communication University saw Jiang Mo's appearance, they would know that the aloof male god in his heart was actually a hidden teaser. Comparing attributes, a good family woman and man who can cook soup + a milk dog, I don't know how they will react.

No, no, just thinking about it made him feel exhilarated.

Throughout the whole day, Jiang Mo stayed in An Chengfeng's small apartment, taking care of An Chengfeng like a sick patient, caring for every detail, An Chengfeng frowned and worried if his lower abdomen hurt again, Or something is uncomfortable again.

There was still class the next day. At first, Jiang Mo wanted to help An Chengfeng ask for leave. After all, his face looked too pale, but An Chengfeng refused.

What a joke, he hasn't gone to class for so long, and he managed to go back to school to attend the school celebration two days ago. If he asks for leave now, he might really think he has some terminal illness due to meningitis!