I heard someone wants to raise me

Jing Xiuzhu paused.

He just now... Did he call him brother?

A very ordinary word, spit out from this little bastard's mouth, has a soft and greasy meaning, with a feeling of not wanting to be beaten.

His voice was not youthful, but on the contrary, there was a hint of softness and coldness, like the silk soaked in the ice spring of Lingling, brushed lightly over the tip of his heart, and then let go immediately.

Looking down at others because of this teasing, he could not recover from it, but he himself walked away indifferently, as if he didn't care about the fire he made.

Jing Xiuzhu sized him up, pressed one hand on the edge of the table, and caught his ambiguous teasing, "How do you want my brother to kneel down for you? Behind you? Or in front of you?"

Ning Jianjing leaned against the back of the chair, held a pen in both hands, tilted his head as if he couldn't figure it out, and asked earnestly: "Honestly, Jing Xiuzhu, why are you so short-mouthed."

"This is called debt? Xiao Ning can't even bear this, so you should go home and be your playboy."

Jing Xiuzhu leaned over slightly, looked straight into Ning Jianjing's eyes, paused every word, and said in a low and barely audible voice: "I, I will never spoil you in this life, understand? "

Jing Xiuzhu's voice is actually very nice, very low and deep, not thorough enough but has a rough feeling of rubbing against the tip of the heart, with a slight hoarseness.

Well, very sexy.

Ning Jianjing tilted his head and smiled: "I'm not sure, in case you beg one day, you want to get used to me?"

Jing Xiuzhu glanced at him up and down, and said, "Haven't woken up yet?"

Ning Jianjing frowned slightly, and when the tension between the two of them was about to expand to the entire office, he casually threw the seemingly expensive pen on the table.

"Captain Jing, I think you haven't realized one thing. It's me who is raising you now."

Jing Xiuzhu said: "What's the matter, you want to drive me away? Unfortunately, my contract has not yet expired."

Ning put away his smile when he saw that the scenic spot was at an end, got up and walked to the desk, raised his chin slightly and approached Jing Xiuzhu, put a hand on his shoulder, and his voice was only breathless.

"No, as long as you can still play, you can't go anywhere except FRG."

Jing Xiuzhu looked at him silently for a few seconds, and asked with a half-smile: "What? Do you really want to keep me?"

Ning Jianjing was close to his shoulder, almost resting his chin on it, and his breath was so close that it almost reached into his ear, "Captain Jing, will you give it?"

Jing Xiuzhu frowned, grabbed his wrist suddenly and pushed him against the desk, leaning over to bully him: "Little bastard, if you keep getting angry, I will strangle you to death."

Ning Jing didn't move, let him pinch, but frowned and felt aggrieved: "Captain Jing, it hurts."

Jing Xiuzhu sneered, clenched his slender and tender wrist even more tightly, and leaned against his head, "act, I'll give you 5 minutes to act slowly, I don't want to do this, understand?"

Ning Jianjing bit his lower lip, and at an unknown moment, his eyes were red and wet, his plump lips were bitten off with white marks, and he said in a trembling voice: "You really pinched me, it's about to break, My wrist hurts so much, my waist hurts so much, I can't take it anymore..."

"It hurts so much... Brother, I don't want it anymore... Let me go, please..."

Wen Cheng was on the verge of kneeling when he heard it outside, and tremblingly pushed open the door a little, and saw Jing Xiuzhu leaning over and the two pressing on the desk, as if they were kissing.

Ning Jianjing's voice was sweet and greasy mixed with a trace of pain, and the ending was soft and greasy, making anyone who listened hard.

Do...office play?

Ning Jianjing didn't know that there was another person who listened to the corner, and found that something was wrong with Jing Xiuzhu, so he clicked his tongue in his heart, the old pervert actually likes this tune.

During the movement, he tore off the fabric of Ning Jianjing's neckline, which was not buttoned a few times before, but now it is even more open.

From the collarbone down, a white and thin chest is exposed, and there is also a looming pink.

Ning Jianjing prodded him on purpose, his screams became more and more outrageous, and he pinched his wrist like a fuck.

"Brother, it really hurts, I dare not, please forgive me, let go..."

Jing Xiuzhu clearly knew that he did it on purpose, but the brother who yelled again and again seemed to be a soft hand, ruthlessly pinching his life gate, making him unable to move, so he could only obey him.

"Would you dare to rub the fire next time?"

Ning Jianjing blinked immediately, his wet eyes were extremely aggrieved: "Don't dare, don't dare, I know I was wrong, you let go."

Jing Xiuzhu looked into his eyes, and suddenly felt distressed in the deepest part of his heart, turned his head to look at the wrist he was holding, it was really red and swollen, and subconsciously let go.

Ning Jianjing's life in Ning's family was not good since he was a child, he was just a "commodity" bought, and he became so arrogant and domineering, probably just to protect himself.

Seeing a tear dripping from the corner of his eye, Jing Xiuzhu's heart suddenly tugged, and he subconsciously said, "Don't cry."

Ning Jianjing touched his left wrist aggrievedly, twitched his eyelashes twice, bit his lips lightly and said, "Brother, you hurt me."

This aggrieved expression seemed to overlap with someone for an instant, and he carefully pulled the corner of his clothes crying out for pain, clenched his heart tightly, slowly tightened it, and then pulled it gently.

For a moment, Jing Xiuzhu was unable to speak.

The tension between the two was like a rubber band pulled to its limit, which suddenly turned into bubbles at the moment of breaking, and there was a soft "boo" breaking sound in the heart.

Jing Xiuzhu looked into his eyes, and watched him wipe his tears away from others, his heart suddenly hurt even more.

"It really hurts?" Jing Xiuzhu looked down at him, he didn't use any strength at all, could it be because of his squeamishness that he became red?

Ning Jianjing sneered in his heart, old pervert, if I can't cure you, I'm not Lord Ning!

The next second, he raised his head, pursed his lips aggrievedly, and nodded slightly.

Jing Xiuzhu was silent for a long time, and said: "Why don't I give you a bite? Young master, can you calm down?"

"Have you washed your hands? Is it dirty?" Ning Jianjing snorted, took out a cotton check handkerchief from somewhere, and wiped it carefully.

After wiping the handkerchief and throwing it away, Miao changed Zhang Ao's expression, and sat on the desk with his wrists propped up, "Tell me, you came to me, you didn't just want to pinch me, did you?"

Jing Xiuzhu clenched his fingers, turned sideways unnaturally, took a step back, and asked, "Who told you to bring the cat into the base?"

Ning was startled for a second when he saw Jing, cat?

Ning Jianjing let out a long "Oh" suddenly, then tilted his head and asked, "You hate cats? Let me guess, it's because...you used to raise someone you liked, and then that person didn't want you anymore? Yes Shadow."

Jing Xiuzhu's shoulders trembled imperceptibly, and his already pale face seemed to turn paler.

"Captain Jing, do you regret it?"

"Nothing to do with you."

Ning Jianjing looked at the back of him who was almost running away, and then looked down at his red, swollen and hot wrist, and suddenly laughed softly.

"...How do you know, it has nothing to do with me."

-

"Ouch!"

As soon as Jing Xiuzhu opened the door of Ning Jianjing's office, he saw an "object" rushing in. When he saw it clearly, he immediately frowned and asked, "What are you doing here?"

Wen Cheng hurriedly got up from the ground, smiled at the sight of Ning from a distance, pulled Jing Xiuzhu and walked out, and said as he walked, "I just heard that Xinxin said that you came to find the boss, aren't you worried about fighting? come and see."

Wen Cheng wiped the cold sweat off his forehead, he just heard Ning Jianjing's trembling to the point of crying pain at the door, and slammed into the door, Ning Jianjing sat on the desk and looked down at his wrist, looking It looked like it had just been destroyed.

Wen Cheng asked tentatively: "Are you bullying him? In the office, you still need to pay attention to the impact. Sound insulation is... not very good."

Jing Xiuzhu had a severe headache, overlapping Ning Jianjing and the young boy in his memory, not in the mood to talk to Wen Cheng, and glanced at him coldly: "Are you all right?"

Wen Cheng: "Yes, but compared to yours, it's a small scene."

"Have you finished your hand speed practice?"

Wen Cheng doesn't like this kind of boring hand speed practice the most. When he hears this, he wants to die. He turns around and scratches the wall: "No."

"Double the time, I will check at night."

**

Ning Jianjing was distracted while holding the phone, and unconsciously tapped a few times on the table with his fingertips. He didn't know what to think of, so he got up and went downstairs.

As soon as Chen Xin saw him coming down, he rushed over and asked worriedly: "President Ning, just now Team Jing asked me about the cat, do you mean to send it away?"

Ning Jianjing stretched out his hand and scratched the cat's head, with a little smile on the end of his eyes, and his voice was soft and soft: "No."

Chen Xin was stunned for a second, and then laughed happily: "Really! That's great, that's great, it's so obedient... Hey? Mr. Ning, what's wrong with your hand?"

Ning Jianjing lowered his eyes, raised his hand and pulled his sleeve to cover it, "It's okay."

Chen Xin looked at his expression and thought silently in his heart, Team Jing went to the office to look for him so angrily just now, he must have abused him, poor Xiao Ning always loves him silently, caring about his health but not Keming said.

He would rather be misunderstood and tortured.

Now I have to bear his anger because of a cat, and refuse to say a bad word about him even after being hurt like this.

Chen Xin's heart ached, and the words rolled in his mind for several times before he said earnestly, "Mr. Ning, in fact, if there is a misunderstanding between the two of you, don't waste so many years in the end because of the so-called self-esteem."

Ning Jianjing was at a loss: "?"

Chen Xin thought, alas, as expected, before the broken mirror was reunited, everyone tried every means to hide it and pretend to be stupid, trying to save a little dignity for themselves.

Chen Xin couldn't bear to tear open his wound, and after hesitating for a while, he changed the subject: "Ah, it's okay, I just want to say, the cat...ah, do you have a name for the cat?"

Ning Jianjing scratched Mao Mao's fingers and said with a half-smile, "Yes, bamboo shoots."

Chen Xin was startled, Xiuzhu, bamboo shoots?

Xiao Ning really can't forget Captain Jing, even the cat has to be named like this to express his thoughts on him.

Woohoo, this is too infatuated.

She must find a way to reunite them, and the lovers will finally get married!

The author has something to say: Lord Ning: Tsk, can't you be cured?