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After Jiang Ci experienced a novel and slightly bitter mental journey in the past few days, at this moment, being looked at by Jing Cong's undisguised gaze, he felt his scalp tense and his heart hairy for the first time.

"I do not know."

At first, Jiang Ci didn't understand and was a little baffled.

After a while, he suddenly woke up.

Jing Cong didn't answer his own question when he answered that night.

Jiang Ci only slowed down for two seconds, and met the other party's gaze: "Do you know why you came here to tell me?"

Although the tone of this question is plain, the alienation mixed in it is also obvious.

"In the corridor the morning before yesterday..." Jing Cong's eyelashes trembled subconsciously, "I'm afraid you will think I'm rude, and you won't talk to me anymore."

Jiang Ci's voice became softer when he answered, and he probably didn't realize it.

"Then why didn't you answer that night?"

"I... didn't think about it, I forgot it at the time, and then you fell asleep."

Jing Congren was half a head shorter than Jiang Ci, and even though he didn't show his emotions when he spoke, his face looked the same as usual, but he looked a little pitiful.

Jiang Qiao, who was eavesdropping, couldn't bear the heat in the kitchen. He ran out and interrupted the two of them, and said with a smile, "The meal is almost ready. Well, should this brother stay together?"

Seeing Jing Cong standing motionless at the door, before Jiang Ci had time to carefully consider what Jing Cong said just now, he hurriedly helped the two people who had never met before go through the process: "This is my colleague and good buddy, Jiang Qiao."

"This is, Jing Cong."

Jiang Qiao only felt that the meal he had here today was a big profit, and he smiled at Jing Cong in a friendly manner.

Jing Cong just wanted to turn around and go upstairs immediately, and said bluntly, "I've already finished my dinner. I'll go first..."

"Okay." Jiang Ci replied.

Then he looked at his back and continued, "I don't want to talk to you."

Finally closed the door that might let mosquitos and bugs in.

Jiang Ci didn't even give Jiang Qiao a look, and hurriedly finished frying the dishes and brought them to the table.

As soon as Jiang Ci brought the bowl to the table, Jiang Qiao, as expected, immediately came up to him: "Brother? Huh?"

Jiang Ci looked up at him while eating the food.

No need to ask any more, Jiang Qiao just felt that it was too rare and rare, so he said leisurely: "It is really the first time that Buddha and Bodhisattva have consecrated light, but he seems to have misunderstood just now? You have to coax him well, or you won't be able to eat the tender grass , brother, you just wait to die alone.”

"How do you talk? I see. Let's eat!" Jiang Ci slapped Jiang Qiao with his chopsticks, "You can't stop your mouth with food."

"I know you're shy, I'm sorry! Let's eat, Chef Jiang's love dinner."

"After all, every day is a charity."

"..."

Jiang Qiao hadn't been lying on the sofa for long after eating, when someone called and asked him to hang out. Before leaving, Jiang Ci called him, "Don't talk about Jing Cong."

"Understood, the iron tree is not ready to bloom, little brother, I won't talk nonsense." Jiang Qiao replied while tying his shoelaces.

"Go away!"

"Just get out, come on! If you have any difficulties, remember to consult the beautiful little Qiao!"

Jiang Ci, who sent Jiang Qiao away, slumped on the sofa for a while, got up and opened the door.

When standing in front of the door on the seventh floor, Jiang Ci hadn't fully realized why he came up.His mind was full of the figure who knocked on his door, saying that he was afraid that he would never talk to him again.

It is usually said that only children are rampant, and only children will ask others "Why are you ignoring me?"

The deep pool in Jiang Ci's heart seemed to be broken into by something.

Still frizzy, he dropped a gravel into the water, and there was a small "plop", and there were little ripples on the water surface.

When he just knocked on the door, Jing Cong was smoking a bowl of instant noodles, his eyes widened in surprise.

Seeing that it was Jiang Ci, Jing Cong took a step back, welcomed Jiang Ci into the room, and finished chewing hard.

"Is this how you eat after dinner?" Jiang Ci said without closing the door, standing by the door and looking at him.

Jing Cong was a little embarrassed to be exposed, holding instant noodles in his hand, he didn't know how to move for a while.Seeing that Jiang Ci turned to go out, he immediately put down the instant noodle bowl, panicked, and hurried up.

"Jiang Qiao has already left, come with me to eat." Jiang Ci turned his head while talking, and was "bumped" by the force brought by Jing Cong's inertia before he finished speaking. Fortunately, the latter stopped the car in time .

Jiang Ci was taken aback.Xindao this child is cuter than he imagined.

He repeated with a smile: "I just have some food left, come with me to eat, do you want to go?"

Jing Cong was flattered for a moment.

But it wasn't just that Jiang Ci's tone could not be refuted, he also had no way to refuse Jiang Ci.He obediently followed downstairs and was arranged to sit at the dining table.

"Sit here and wait for a while, I'll go and cook something casually," Jiang Ci walked into the kitchen and poked his head out holding a carrot, "Do you want to eat carrots?"

"Yeah." Jing Cong nodded.

Jing Cong sat on a chair doing nothing.

He knew Eci liked men.But he has never been in touch with this matter, and he doesn't know what it is for a man to like a man, so his head naturally failed to connect Jiang Ci's being gay with Jiang Ci's liking for himself.

As for the "intimate contact" that night, he thought that Jiang Ci was used to teasing and teasing casually, and he just liked to see himself embarrassed and at a loss.

Jing Cong used to think that it was not easy for Jiang Ci to be smooth and transparent, and now he feels the same way.But he is a very good man.Must be a very good teacher at school.

Even though he was not doing a serious job and often fought, he didn't avoid it.

Maybe it's because I look at myself poorly.Jing Cong thought silently.