I was treated as a little idiot by the black school grass

The speech is so ugly, you don't need to look back to know who it is.

Ran Yuanxing let out a breath, turned around, and sure enough, it was Wang Qinghe.

There was a sneer at the corner of Wang Qinghe's mouth, and he looked up and down at Nan Yirong who was facing him several times carefully, before he looked away in disgust, and muttered in his mouth: "It's disgusting to look at, neither man nor woman."

A cold light flashed across Ran Yuanxing's eyes, thinking about what to say, Nan Yirong at the side reached out to stop him, took a big step forward, stared at Wang Qinghe, and said with a fake smile:

"A normal person with long eyes can tell if I'm a man or a woman; but you, who are so good at acting like a monster, it's hard for people to tell if you're a human or a ghost."

"You, who do you call a demon?"

Wang Qinghe was born in a superior family and is also smart. He has always been caught and scolded by others when he grew up. How can he be confronted face to face like this?Hearing Nan Yirong's words, he immediately flew into a rage, and his hair almost stood on end.

Nan Yirong smiled and glanced at him, without answering, he turned around and pulled Ran Yuanxing away in strides.

"Grass!"

Wang Qinghe was so angry that he lost his mind, and rushed forward without thinking. Seeing that he could grab Nan Yirong's hair with his hand, Ran Yuanxing, who was walking beside Nan Yirong, suddenly turned his head and glanced at him coldly.

Those eyes were poisonous, like a bird of prey that could eat people, staring viciously at the intruders who coveted his territory.

It was the first time Wang Qinghe saw the smiling Ran Yuanxing showing such an expression, he was taken aback and froze in place, when he regained consciousness, the two people in front had already walked away.

"Damn it!" Wang Qinghe had nowhere to vent his anger, and kicked the big tree next to him bitterly.

Ran Yuanxing's eyes just now flashed in his mind, his expression sank, his eyes stared ahead, and a sinister smile evoked.

Outside the No. 16 Middle School in the city is the business district. It is [-]:[-] in the afternoon, and the sun is still unbearably hot.

Nan Yirong narrowed his eyes slightly, Ran Yuanxing smiled, covered his forehead with his hands, looked down at him tenderly, and said softly: "I can't stand the heat and come back."

Nan Yirong snorted and glanced at him sideways.

Ran Yuanxing smiled, and said again: "You played well with that Zhao Bowen? Didn't he have a grudge against you before? Why is he willing to take you out to participate in activities now?"

Nan Yirong raised his eyelids, and lazily said: "There was a grudge before, but now it's settled."

Ran Yuanxing raised his eyebrows, "What happened that I don't know?"

Nan Yirong finally heard the jealousy in his words, a smile flashed in his eyes, he stretched out his hand to pinch his ears, and quickly moved closer to kiss his mouth.

There were people coming and going around, Ran Yuanxing didn't expect him to be so bold, and immediately made a big blush.

With this interruption, his unreasonable flying vinegar disappeared.

The two people behind wandered on the street for a while, the heat was unbearable, after discussing, they took a taxi back to Ran Yuanxing's house.

The second time he came to the door, Nan Yirong was still a little nervous, and he hesitated to go in when he arrived at the door.This time is different from the last time, this time it can be regarded as a real "meeting the parents".

"It's okay." Ran Yuanxing touched his face, raised the gift bag in his hand amusedly, and joked, "Just for your pile of cosmetics and supplements, my grandma won't make things difficult for you."

Nan Yirong rolled his eyes at him, took the gift bag in his hand, took a deep breath, and signaled him to open the door.

Ran Yuanxing smiled and comforted him, and opened the door.

When the door was opened, the room was dark.

Nobody at home.

Nan Yirong breathed a sigh of relief, and Ran Yuanxing turned on the light at the entrance and pulled him in.

After changing their slippers, the two found a note left by the old lady on the dining table in the living room, saying that they had gone on a trip with a few friends in the past few days, so that Ran Yuanxing didn't have to worry about himself.

Nan Yirong completely relaxed. He put the gift bag in his hand away, looked up and saw that Ran Yuanxing had also put his schoolbag on the sofa, and he was standing there waving at him.

Nan Yirong walked over, Ran Yuanxing pulled him to sit on the sofa, and leaned over to kiss him.

Nan Yirong closed his eyes and responded softly.

The boy's force on his waist was gentle at first, but as the entanglement of lips and teeth deepened, the hand on Nan Yirong's waist slowly tightened.The fiery breath brushed his face, and the scorching heat immediately spread throughout his body.

The two hearts were beating wildly together.

After not getting close for a long time, Ran Yuanxing kissed harder and harder, with a ruthless energy to tear him apart.

Nan Yirong was soon dizzy from being kissed, his body softened, he gasped a few times, and turned his head with difficulty, "No, no more..."

"Okay..." Ran Yuanxing responded with a hoarse voice, turned his head and pressed against his neck again, and kissed restrainedly.

Nan Yirong leaned on his shoulder, inhaled deeply and exhaled deeply, struggling to adjust his beating heart.

After a while, the two of them calmed down their physical reactions.

Ran Yuanxing kissed his eyes and said with a smile: "Grandma is not here, I will cook for you, what do you want to eat?"

Nan Yirong looked at him curiously, "What will you do?"

"I know how to cook some simple home-cooked dishes." Ran Yuanxing was very confident.

Seeing how determined he was, Nan Yirong ordered a few dishes casually, Ran Yuanxing agreed and went into the kitchen.

Nan Yirong still sat on the sofa, rinsed his throat, took out his cell phone and called Gu Sijuan.

The phone beeped twice, and the phone was answered over there. Nan Yirong spoke first, "Mom, I'm having dinner outside today, and I'll be back after dinner."

As soon as he finished speaking, Gu Sijuan didn't make a sound for a long time, so long that Nan Yirong thought the call was not connected.

He was a little puzzled, thinking that Gu Sijuan might not have heard clearly, so he repeated it again.

This time, there was finally movement from Gu Sijuan's side. Her voice was a little soft for some reason: "Okay, come back early after eating." After finishing speaking, she hung up the phone.

Nan Yirong was stunned, his intuition was wrong, and he was thinking whether to call Gu Sijuan again. Suddenly, several WeChat messages popped up on his phone, and there were all kinds of people who sent the messages, including Zhang Ming and others, and him in "White Detective" "Some people added to the crew, of course, Zhao Bowen sent the most messages.

His news is like a real-time barrage, one after another without stopping.

Nan Yirong frowned, and clicked on Zhao Bowen's message box first, and found that the previous message was a series of cursing emoticons, and then sent texts and links one after another.

【See Weibo, I'm fucking drunk...】

[I'm [-]% sure that the one who coded in the private chat must be the trumpet surnamed Wang...]

……

Nan Yirong quickly scanned his handwriting and clicked on the link.

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