he is a transparent person

Jiang Yao pushed open the office door, and Xie Zhijin, who was sitting on the left, looked up at him, then lowered his head and continued to do his own thing for a moment.

He walked over quietly and put the umbrella in his hand on the table. There were other people in the office. Jiang Yao thought of Xie Zhijin's indifferent attitude outside, and guessed that the other party wanted to keep a distance from him, so he called Xie Zhijin like other freshman officers. He said politely, "Thank you senior for the umbrella."

Xie Zhijin paused while holding the pen, then raised his head for a while, "What did you call me?"

Jiang Yao was startled, "Senior?"

Xie Zhijin stared at him intently, for a few moments, continued with what he was doing, and ignored Jiang Yao.

Jiang Yao didn't feel embarrassed to receive such a cold response. He and Xie Zhijin have always been getting along with each other, and they have long been used to it.

He tiptoed out of the office, just around the corridor, and met Han Qing head-on.

Jiang Yao and Han Qing are not in the same department. Occasionally, they greet people when they meet on the road. Other than that, they don’t have much interaction. He asked him as usual. Han Qing walked two steps, but stopped him again, " Jiang Yao, can I spare you a little time?"

Jiang Yao blinked suspiciously, and walked aside with the smiling Han Qing.

Han Qing said with a smile, "I want to ask you about Zhijin, can I?"

Jiang Yao was stunned for a moment, and suddenly had a bad premonition in his heart, but he hummed, "You ask."

He couldn't help himself wondering what Han Qing wanted to ask him.

"It's like this. Next month is Zhijin's birthday. I want to organize a birthday party for him and gather people from the department, but I haven't been able to decide on his gift." Han Qing looked at Jiang Yao and smiled slightly , "You also know that Zhijin keeps everything in his heart, even if I ask him, he won't tell me, so I have to ask you for advice."

Han Qing's intimate words made Jiang Yao's mouth sour, and he lowered his eyes and said, "I may not be able to help you."

"You are Zhijin's friend for many years, don't you even know what he likes?"

Jiang Yao pursed his lips and shook his head, "I don't know," he said after a pause, "Xie Zhijin won't tell me anything, maybe you know him better than me..."

Even though he and Xie Zhijin have known each other for a longer age, in Xie Zhijin's view, there is probably no difference between him and Han Qing, and Xie Zhijin appreciates Han Qing, so the two must have more topics in common.

Why did Han Qing choose to ask him?

Before Jiang Yao could figure out the reason, Han Qing glanced back along his shoulders and said, "Jiang Yao, in fact, many people in the department know that I have intentions for Zhijin, and I have nothing to hide." Yes, it's perfectly normal to like someone, but you are better than Zhijin, do you mind if I get closer to Zhijin?"

Jiang Yao's hand hanging by his side gradually tightened, his throat was raw, "I..."

Except for He Ming, no one knew about his relationship with Xie Zhijin, so what right did he have to care whether others like Xie Zhijin?

Be it Han Qing, Li Qing, or Wang Qing, he can't stop anyone from falling in love with Xie Zhijin like him.

Jiang Yao looked sad, and replied in a low voice, "I don't mind."

After saying that, Han Qing looked straight behind Jiang Yao, "Zhijin, when did you come here?"

Jiang Yao's heart was beating violently, and he suddenly turned his head to look. A few steps away, Xie Zhijin was standing in the thin autumn day, half of his body was covered with golden light, but his eyes seemed to be snowed under the eaves, with a deep coldness .

He shivered suddenly, he didn't even dare to look into Xie Zhijin's eyes.

The corridor of the corridor was so quiet that the sound of the wind could almost be heard. Although Jiang Yao's words just now were soft, they were enough to hear them at such a short distance.

Xie Zhijin looked at Jiang Yao quietly for two seconds, and said to Han Qing, "Mr. Chen is looking for you."

Han Qing said yes, and said goodbye to Jiang Yao with a smile, "Thank you today."

Jiang Yao didn't help Han Qing at all, he didn't understand why Han Qing wanted to thank him, he just nodded his head in confusion.

Han Qing walked towards Xie Zhijin quickly, and said with a smile, "Let's go."

Jiang Yao stared at the figures of the two, and the sun flowers enveloped them. The picture was so beautiful that even Jiang Yao couldn't bear to disturb them.

His secret to Xie Zhijin comes from the deep inferiority complex in his heart, but if he can be as generous and cheerful as Han Qing, he will probably admit to everyone that he likes Xie Zhijin frankly like the other party.

Jiang Yao withdrew his dim eyes, with a little moisture at the end of his eyes.

He thought, no wonder Xie Zhijin didn't like him, and he didn't like such a timid self either.

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The quilt purchased online by He Ming was delayed, so he had to continue sharing the bed with Jiang Yao.

"I'm sorry Jiang Yao, I will trouble you for a few more days."

He Ming had already taken a shower and lay down on the bed, Jiang Yao said with a smile, "It's okay, you can stay as long as you want."

Jiang Yao's roommates are careless, and He Ming is likable, so he doesn't mind having one more person in the dormitory.

He dried the washed water glass, and saw that his roommate was still playing games, so he left a light on before climbing up the stairs.

Jiang Yao's clothes are very baggy, and He Ming looks down, full of spring.

Jiang Yao didn't know it, he climbed onto the bed in twos and twos, pulled the curtain and crawled into the bed.

He Ming had already laid down, so he had no choice but to step over from above. He Ming touched the itchy flesh on his waist, and half of his body softened immediately.

Jiang Yao glared at He Ming angrily, but there was no deterrent effect. He Ming helped him to sleep well. As soon as he lay down, he entangled with him. At this time, most of the roommates fell asleep. He Ming Lower your voice and say, "Cold."

Pulling up the quilt again to cover the two of them, hugging Jiang Yao tightly with both arms, sighing, "This will keep you warm."

There was a burst of warmth between the palms of the clothes.

He Ming was afraid of the cold, and Jiang Yao played the role of the heater. He Ming had been hugging him to sleep for the past few days, and he got used to it over time, and didn't struggle.

He was in a low mood today, he was not interested in anything, and he spoke very little. He Ming's hand ran along his back like a small animal, and asked softly, "What happened?"

Jiang Yao buried his head in He Ming's neck, like a cub seeking comfort, and muffled, "No..."

He Ming was silent for a while, then suddenly let him go and got under the quilt, he looked down in confusion, and was about to speak, but He Ming covered his mouth and said in a low voice, "Don't make a sound, cover yourself."

Jiang Yao's eyes flickered, and as soon as He Ming took his hands away, he asked silently, "What are you doing?"

He Ming smiled slightly, and bit him lightly. He screamed in fright, and the roommate who played the game asked suspiciously, "What's wrong?"

Jiang Yao was short of breath, and replied in a hoarse voice, "No, it's nothing, I accidentally bumped into it."

In the invisible quilt, the spring is pleasant.

The fear of being discovered at any time has become a seasoning agent to add to the fun, Jiang Yao is like a cheese locked in an oven, heating up and heating up...

At the end, He Ming's face was wet with sweat, and he was even more beautiful.

He Ming tidied up, and the two hugged each other warmly: Production ○攉攉攉哪感 together.

But Jiang Yao could no longer calm down, and his low mood just now was overshadowed. Shyness, surprise, and shock were mixed together, making him speechless for a long time.

Xie Zhijin has an obsession with cleanliness. In the experiences with Xie Zhijin, the other party did not treat him like this, nor would he ask him to do this.

Jiang Yao is not a white paper sexually, but it is not much better than a white paper. In his cognition, only people who are very close can do such a thing. Because he likes Xie Zhijin, he is willing to sleep with Xie Zhijin. Now He Naruto seems to have become his character, willingly serving him...

He Ming touched his sweaty forehead and asked in a low voice, "Aren't you happy now?"

Jiang Yao's cheeks were flushed, and he hesitated, "You don't have to..."

"As long as it makes you happy, I can do anything," He Ming smiled slightly, "Jiang Yao, do you like me treating you like this?"

Jiang Yao met He Ming's eager eyes, and his heart seemed to be scalded by something.

His affirmative answer seemed very important to He Ming.

So Jiang Yao muttered honestly, "I like it."

As expected, He Ming's smile deepened a little, and he stroked his back affectionately, and said, "Is there any reward for me?"

He blinked, "Reward?"

He Ming opened his lips slightly, begging Jiang Yao for a kiss.

Jiang Yao looked at He Ming, his ears were burning hot, he didn't move, He Ming said in frustration, "It doesn't matter if there is no reward, I didn't ask you to respond."

With He Ming's lowliness, Jiang Yao suddenly remembered the thin and thin figure in his childhood. Time flies, even though He Ming is glamorous now, he still has a stubborn fragility—at least in front of Jiang Yao.

Jiang Yao slowly leaned over and kissed the corner of He Ming's lips.

A small move of his is enough to make He Ming's gloomy eyes suddenly full of light.

He Ming touched his face, a little aggressively, "Can I kiss you a little longer?"

He can't reject many people, let alone He Ming who likes him.

The lights in the dormitory went out, and Jiang Yao nodded his head gently in the dark.

He didn't dare to make a sound, and only took small mouthfuls of oxygen from the gap between his lips.

The feeling of being cherished is like a smoke bomb that surrounds Jiang Yao from all directions. He became addicted, and unconsciously wrapped his arms around He Ming's neck.

In a daze, a pair of cold, cold eyes broke into his mind, like a blow to the head, Jiang Yao froze slightly.

He Ming noticed the change in him, he didn't ask why, but just kissed him more gently.

The phone on the bedside turned on and off, the words Xie Zhijin appeared on the chat box on the screen, and He Ming quietly covered the body with something.

Jiang Yao was so limp from He Ming's kiss that he had no time to pay attention to the vibrating cell phone.

No one responded to Xie Zhijin's message.

Three ways

Xiao Xie: I don't like my wife calling me senior, and I don't like it when my wife says she doesn't mind, but I hold back.

Xiaohe: I have to kiss my wife a hundred times every day!

ps: It will be updated tomorrow.