he's just my boyfriend

Jin Yang didn't speak, and reached out to take off the mirror frame on the bridge of Song Muqing's nose and put it aside to accompany the laundry detergent. He leaned forward and kissed Song Muqing so that he leaned back and put his hands behind his back.

After a few rounds, Song Muqing was already out of breath, turned his face away from Jin Yang's lips, and pushed him away with one hand.

Since getting involved with this person, his emotional tone has become more and more: "There is someone!"

"The door is locked." Jin Yang's voice was hoarse.

He followed Song Muqing's lips down, licking his Adam's apple.

"Someone will come to do the laundry in a while! Don't... um..." Song Muqing's eyes, which were not covered by the glasses, were foggy because of Jin Yang.

The scratching under the body through the clothes was infinitely magnified by the semi-public environment at the moment, Song Muqing blushed on the face, but there was a lot of secret excitement in his heart, and a small piece of his underwear was quickly soaked.

Looking at the snow-white skin of his subordinates, a little bit of blush appeared.

As if he felt that the clothes covered too much of the inner scenery, and he couldn't see enough, Jin Yang actually lifted up his clothes, and got in with his whole body, and took a bite of his meat that had already stood upright on the other side.

Song Muqing's heart trembled, and he raised his jaw high. His vision without glasses was blurred, and he couldn't see anything clearly.

The more afraid my aunt came back and found that the door of the laundry room was locked, the more addicted I was to the joy of the moment.

Following the movements of Jin Yang's subordinates, Song Muqing had no choice but to speak again: "This is Dakui's clothes, please don't mess with them!"

Jin Yang was still buried in his clothes, and dropped a series of broken kisses around his belly button: "You always wear other men's clothes, are you sincerely angry with me?"

Song Muqing was blocked by Jin Yang and couldn't speak, knowing that his underwear was almost soaked, he was a little ashamed and indignant: "Stop making trouble, his pants are dirty!"

"If it gets dirty, just throw it under and wash it."

"You...um! Umm..."

Jin Yang's movements were unbelievable, he pulled off his underwear and lowered his head to suck it in.

Song Muqing tightened his fingers and pinched them into the palm of his hand, the next thought he remembered where the two were, he quickly covered his mouth, trying to block all those voices back.

Watching Jin Yang move his head up and down to make a deep-throat for him, Song Muqing could still hear joking and footsteps from a wall away...

The incandescent lamp on the top was blurred in Song Muqing's sight, and he could only see the circle of light in a daze.

As the climax was approaching, the halo seemed to be dyed with colorful colors. It was clearly autumn, but Song Muqing's forehead was covered with a thin layer of sweat, and his eyes were watery.

Accompanied by his suppressed panting, Jin Yang swallowed everything in his mouth.

Song Muqing's face turned redder instantly: "Dirty..."

I don't know how many times I have told him not to swallow it, but this person has to swallow it every time without telling him, and he has to swallow it in front of him every time.

"It's a bit fishy." Jin Yang smiled, took off his glasses and began to wipe the corner of Song Muqing's clothes slowly, "The food is good these days."

Song Muqing: "..."

Until the two of them washed the clothes, the aunt hadn't come back yet.

But there was a basin filled with dirty clothes on the chair at the door, Song Muqing couldn't help coughing twice.

Just now, when the two were still doing bad things, they heard that the owner of this basin of clothes came down from upstairs in a hurry, only to find that the laundry room was closed before reaching the point of access control.

God knows how intense the tension and excitement in Song Muqing's heart was when he twisted the door lock.

But once out of that door, the two returned to their normal sense of being good socialist brothers.

If Jin Yang's status as the chairman of the student union was not enough for him to hide his sexual orientation, party members must be enough.

"Yesterday Tao Fang and his boyfriend sprinkled dog food in the tree hole."

Even this kind of topic can only be raised openly after entering 330.

"So?" Song Muqing didn't care, and was going to go to the bathroom to wash his dirty underwear before he lay down to be lazy.

Jin Yang stretched out his hand and pushed the man into the bed curtain, preventing him from going to the bathroom, pressed him up and asked him, "Are you envious?"

"There's nothing to be envious of." Song Muqing looked at the person on him strangely, and stretched out his hand to pull out the quilt covering his back.

Jin Yang rested his head on his shoulder and muttered, "I'm envious."

Song Muqing paused, looked at the upper bunk and said slowly: "Then what should I do, you go and get rid of the party?"

This is not the first time Jin Yang has complained to Song Muqing for not being able to disclose their relationship.

Everyone knew that they had a good relationship, but no one dared to say what the two of them had.

Whenever Jin Yang made a slight mistake on weekdays, he had to be talked to by the secretary and the others. Tao Fang's frequent absences from work and school were nothing but extravagant hopes for him.

He had to attend all brain-dead occasions like the last professional conference, and he had to sit in the first row.

Listening to Song Muqing's heartbeat, Jin Yang sighed: "I still blame me for being too good, this party joined as soon as I said it, and I didn't have time to think it through."

Song Muqing: "..."

But he didn't feel that anything was enough, and it didn't matter if it was public or not.

"Get up." Song Muqing moved his shoulders, "I'm dead."

"What are you doing up?" Jin Yang rubbed against his shoulder, wiped off his glasses, and fell on the bed.

"I'm going to wash the underwear." Song Muqing was afraid that his glasses would be crushed, so he reached out to help him get them to a place a little farther away from the pillow.

Jin Yang simply moved his legs onto the bed: "Why are you so diligent today?"

"Tao will be back in a while." Song Muqing tried desperately to push Jin Yang's lead-filled head away.

Jin Yang refused to let him succeed, and remained motionless: "It's Friday, it's no wonder he came back."

"If he doesn't come back, he should tell me when he goes out."

As soon as Song Muqing finished speaking, he felt a shock in his trouser pocket.

Jin Yang said "Oh Huo", and reached into his pocket to help him take out his mobile phone: "It must be Tao Fang, I told you that he is not coming back."

Jin Yang took off his glasses and didn't look at them at all. He held up the phone to Song Muqing's eyes, pressed the index finger of his right hand on the Home button, and unlocked it for him to see.

Song Muqing: "..."

Jin Yang knew that he had guessed right even without looking at Song Muqing's expression, so he took a picture of his cell phone aside and said with a smile, "It's a big weekend, except I would like to stay with you in the dormitory, who will come back to take care of you."

Song Muqing grabbed the restless paw of the person on his body with no expression on his face: "...Speak as you speak, don't move."

"Then speak again?"

"..."

Xinxi District.

Brother Fang is happy today, after sweating a lot and coming out of the gym after taking a shower, he feels that he can still flop on the bed with Fang Qi for three hours, and he almost walks on the road with his hand in his mouth.

Fang Qi knew that he was in a good mood, so he let him laugh and said with a smile: "It's good to sweat after exercising, it relieves stress."

"rational."

After so many times, Tao Fang is no longer so resistant to the gym, and feels that coming to the gym from time to time really makes people feel at ease.

"Are you busy at school, have you finished your homework?"

The weather has cooled down, and it is very comfortable to walk at night.

Fang Qi didn't drive today, but took a taxi to pick up Tao Fang from the school. When they came back, they happened to walk home from the gate of the community.

"Otherwise, go and apply for our professional counselor, I'm already impatient with him." Tao Fang pinched his ring finger knuckles, "He cares about my studies, if I catch up with half of your studies, it will be a big deal, and I will be working all day long. Some are not, so gossip everywhere."

"People offended you again?" Fang Qi found that Tao Fang seemed to be particularly fond of his ring finger, "Didn't I ask you to drink tea last time?"

"I just don't want to see you. I don't look like I'm asking for help. I really treat myself like a human being." Tao Fang gave a "tss".

The enrollment of art students is basically concentrated in January to March, and the time will come as soon as this semester is over.

The school recently asked each college to put out a college promotional video for enrollment.

Two days ago, the counselor approached Tao Fang and asked him if he would like to participate.

"Am I stupid? I'm not going, and I don't have any money to get it." Tao Fang said confidently, "It's like grace to ask for help, who the hell will take care of you."

Fang Qi laughed: "Are the college promotional videos all prepared by the students in your college?"

"Probably, who knows, but I guess everyone is doing the same thing." This is another main reason why Tao is not interested in hands-free.

It's boring to see what kind of flowers can be produced by the college's promotional video that can pass the review.

Unexpectedly, before the end of the weekend, Tao Fang received news about this promotional video again.

It's just that this time it's not the counselor, but their professional teacher Lin Zhiliang.

At that time, Tao Mian was occupying Fang Qi's bed, wearing earphones and watching dramas and shaking his legs, while the master was sitting at a desk to handle official business.

- Is Brother Mian there? What have you been up to lately?

-Teacher, if you speak directly, I am afraid.

-Oh, this matter is out of my control. I have pushed it several times, but the leader said that I can't do it without it, and forced it into my hands.

- what.

- Academy promotional video.

-ummmm...

There was a voice over there, and Tao Fang knew that their teacher was starting to say something that couldn't be captured.

-"I'm not happy either, it's troublesome and I don't have money to pay, and it's hard to make a wish."

- I didn't say that.

- "The main thing is that this year can't be delayed anymore. I have been pushing it for several years. Then I thought about it. Our college pays attention to 'new' and 'creative', so I thought about how to be an H5."

Tao Mian clicked on the voice and defaulted to the loudspeaker mode. Fang Qi also heard it in his ears and asked him: "What is H5?"

"It's like your circle of friends that clicks on a web page with pictures, music, and animations." Tao Fang didn't know if Fang Qi got it, so he simply pulled one and sent it to his mobile phone.

Fang Qi clicked on it, and the number was matched in one click-every time he swiped, an animation screen appeared.

"Can you do this?" As an outsider, Fang Qi didn't know what to do.

"Very ordinary." Tao Mian said frankly.

He stroked his chin and returned to Lin Zhiliang.

-H5 I'm not a professional, so it's useless to find me.

- "What do you say is a major or not? There is no one in the country that specializes in H5 majors. It is barely a new thing, and it can fool people."

Tao Fang glanced at Fang Qi, who was still rowing the H5 with great interest, and thought, isn't it because he is more able to fool people.

- Then what can I do.

-What did Brother Mian say, you are much more capable (beautiful.jpg)

small theater:

Tao Mian: Teacher, please speak carefully...

Lin Zhiliang: That won't work, you said it yourself, you have to have an attitude when asking for help.

Tao Mian: My brother is calling out, what exactly do you want me to do...