serious about love

Jiang Muxing didn't answer the question of the banquet, but only said to go back, his face was expressionless all the way, and he couldn't see any emotional fluctuations, and his steps were neither fast nor slow, but when he entered the door, he was pressed against the wall, shackled his waist, and bowed his head. Biting his soft lips.

The strength is extremely heavy.

The fishy sweetness quickly oozes from Yan Hao's lips, spreads out, and, like Jiang Muxing's breath, keeps crushing him violently.

The banquet was so satisfying, the result was that Jiang Muxing's restraint collapsed.

The more rational people are, the more frightening they get out of control, like a storm, fast and ruthless, without giving people time to breathe, like a madman.

In the middle of the night, Yanhao had a drowsy dream. In the dream, he was shopping outside with Jiang Muxing. He urgently wanted to go to the toilet and looked around. When he finally found it and was about to unbutton his trousers to release water, he woke up.

Jiang Muxing patted Yanhao's sweaty back, "What's wrong?"

Yan Hao was panting, his throat and eyes were so dry that he couldn't speak. Just a few seconds ago, he passed by the 19-year-old bed-wetting black history, and he was afraid for a while.

The lights in the room were turned on, and Jiang Muxing stood up to look at him, with a low and hoarse voice: "Did you have a nightmare?"

Yanhao wiped her face, a little embarrassed: "Don't ask."

Jiang Muxing rubbed the crimson marks on his ears: "Then go to sleep."

"I'm going to the bathroom." Yanhao stopped lifting the quilt when she heard the sound on the glass, "Is it raining?"

Jiang Muxing took a glance: "Yes."

Yan Hao scratched his wet bangs upwards, his hair turned into chicken feathers, he got up, his light blue silk pajamas were in a mess, revealing his fair neck and delicate collarbone, all of which were traces of the storm.

Inch by inch, there is no clean place.

The culprit looked over, with a calm expression on his face, especially abstinent.

Yanhao rolled his eyes.

Jiang Muxing raised his eyebrows: "You are scolding me in your heart?"

"How can it be." Yan was so slow, "I find it incredible that there is such a coquettish person like you in the world. It's really strange."

Jiang Muxing: "..."

Yan Hao returned to the bed after going to the toilet, and retracted into Jiang Muxing's arms: "The T at home is gone."

Jiang Muxing closed his eyes, and when he heard such a sentence suddenly, his sleepiness was swept away in an instant.

"Buy more this time." Yan Hao muttered, "I'll save myself from feeling like I'm useless."

Jiang Muxing clasped the back of his head, rubbed his thumbs over the thin strands of hair: "I can't eat too much."

"You can eat it." Yan Hao licked his chin, "Didn't I eat it every time?"

Jiang Muxing clasped his hands on the back of his head harder, with a warning in his words: "Sleep."

Yan Hao modeled his thin lips, high nose bridge, deep brow bone, wherever the fingertips passed, the mouth touched.

Uneasy looking for death.

Jiang Muxing pinched his waist tightly, and raised his brows reluctantly.

Yan Hao's whole body went limp after being pinched: "It's raining, I feel it very much."

Jiang Muxing opened his eyelids to look at him, a trace of desire flashed across his dark eyes, as if he was helpless or spoiled, when did you not?

Yan Hao put his arms around Jiang Muxing's neck, squinted his eyes and raised his smiling face: "Kiss me."

Jiang Muxing kissed her.

-

The results of the college entrance examination came out at the end of the month, which was exactly as Yan Hao expected.

Thirty to forty points higher than the admission score of A University in previous years.

At midnight that night, the website exploded, and many people frantically clicked in front of their computers, waiting for the turning point of fate to come.

Yan Hao knew that he had passed the exam, but he was still nervous. As time passed, the nervousness gradually faded away.

Later, he waited and fell asleep unknowingly. He was awakened by Jiang Muxing, and he heard his score dizzily in a tight shudder.

And fluid dripping down the side of the neck.

It was obviously warm, but it made him shiver uncontrollably.

Before Yanhao could react, Jiang Muxing pinned him on the bed vigorously.

-

At the beginning of July, Yan Hao and Jiang Mu Xing went to City A to look at the house first.

Yang Cong helped them run through a few places before, and with the preliminary review and scoring, they saved a lot of time and quickly settled on a house with three bedrooms and one living room, with north and south balconies.

The reason why Yan Hao caught the eye at first glance was because there was a big mirror in the bathroom.

Standing in front of the mirror, his first thought was that he could see how Jiang Muxing played him here.

Yan Hao felt that he was a little perverted, but he would not change it, nor could he change it.

Jiang Muxing's shout brought Yan Hao back to his senses. When he raised his head, he accidentally glanced at the mirror and found that his face was pink with lust.

It seemed like he was being played by Jiang Mu.

Banquet: "..."

Jiang Muxing looked at Yanhao in the mirror with deep eyes.

Yan Hao lowered his head and covered his face, wishing to dig a hole in shame.

Jiang Muxing laughed lowly.

Yan Hao's ears were hot: "Don't laugh!"

Jiang Muxing pinched the back of his neck, gently pinching a piece of skin with his thumb and index finger: "No wonder you keep saying that the mirror in the apartment is not big enough..."

Yan Hao quickly turned around and covered Jiang Muxing's mouth, staring at him.

Jiang Muxing looked at him with a smile on his brow.

Yan Hao was stunned, his eyes dodged: "Well, that's...um...do you think I'm...abnormal?"

Jiang Muxing pushed his nose up with an index finger: "Little pig."

Yan Hao was annoyed: "I'm asking you something."

Jiang Muxing scratched his cheek: "This question is a little mentally retarded, I don't want to answer it."

Banquet: "..."

-

The house banquet was very satisfied, and Jiang Muxing frowned seeing that he was satisfied, and the two paid the rent for four years directly.

The first step of the next journey has been taken out, and it has been stabilized.

Back at the hotel, Yan Hao bored through the group news, and saw that Song Ran had posted more than a dozen photos, all of which were cats.

Snow white hair, dark blue eyes, like a noble queen.

Yan Hao was lying on his stomach like a frog, but when he saw the cat, he sat up straight, and quickly asked Song Ran in the group where the cat came from.

Brother Song: I picked it up downstairs, but I'm so arrogant, I'll point my butt at me whenever I'm upset.

Bonnie Yan: What kind of cat is this?

Brother Song: Chinese pastoral cat.

Yang Daxian: Commonly known as the native cat.

Bonnie: Is it a boy or a girl?

Before Song Ran could reply, Yang Cong sent a sentence.

Yang Daxian: Geer.

Bonnie: How do you know?

Yang Daxian: I can do the math with my fingers, and everything in the world is under control, let alone a mere kitten.

Brother Song: I told him.

Yang Cong made a bloody emoji with a slap.

Song Ran lost a series of slaps, and the two fought with emoticons, and the screen was full of slaps.

Regardless of Yang Cong and Song Ran's pressure, Yan Hao raised his mobile phone in front of Jiang Muxing, opened the photo and said, "Look at the cat Song Ran picked up."

Jiang Muxing glanced.

Yan Hao's eyes were black and bright: "Isn't it pretty?"

Jiang Muxing scanned the cat photos again.

The corners of Yan Hao's mouth drooped: "Song Ran already has cats."

Seeing the envy on his face, Jiang Muxing spit out a sentence from his mouth without thinking: "You will have it too."

Yan Hao cheered up immediately: "When?"

Jiang Muxing was silent.

Yan Hao's mouth drooped back again, pitifully.

Jiang Muxing sighed: "I'll buy it when I move here."

Immediately after the banquet, I was happy.

Jiang Muxing regretted it not long after he finished speaking, because Yanhao only looked at cat photos, and he could hold his mobile phone to look at them all the time, without taking his eyes off them.

If he was really asked to keep a cat, he might have nothing else in his eyes.

Somehow, Yanhao noticed that Jiang Muxing's air pressure was a bit low. He guessed something, and his face changed: "You don't want to go back on your word, do you?"

Jiang Muxing took a loquat in the bag and slowly peeled it open.

Banyan waited for a long time without waiting for a reply, his eyes widened, and he said incoherently: "Back then there was a gray stray cat in the community. I told you that if you encounter it again, you should raise it. You said wait for university, and you said it this time, twice. If you dare to go back on your word, I... I will..."

Jiang Muxing raised his eyes: "What?"

Yan Hao stared at him, opened his mouth to eat the peeled loquat when he handed it over, and continued to stare.

Jiang Mu went to peel the second loquat: "Boyfriend, cat, arrange them in order."

Yan Hao was about to spit out the loquat core, when he heard this question, he was stunned: "That's it."

The low air pressure around Jiang Muxing's body eased somewhat.

Yanhao felt it, and an idea popped into his mind. His expression was a little weird, and he stretched out his hand to tug on Jiang Muxing's cuff.

"Are you worried that if I raise a cat, I will ignore you?"

Jiang Mu was about to peel half of the loquat for him.

Whether the banquet is ready or not: "I haven't peeled it off."

Jiang Muxing put the tissue on top: "Peel off yourself."

Go to the bathroom after speaking.

Yan Hao was dumbfounded, it was my idea that he didn't even peel the loquat for me?

Even without touching the cat's fur, my boyfriend started to get jealous, it's really...

-

The next night, Huang Xu and Jiang Mu had a banquet together in the car on the side of the road.

Huang Xu opened the car door and bent over to sit in. He took off his mask and hat, no makeup, and his eyebrows were trimmed, probably for better makeup. With his facial features, he looked less wild and unruly than before, a little more , is a very young and bright handsome appearance.

The mouth is still the same, lazy and vicissitudes of life.

"It's been a long time."

Jiang Muxing said that they had just arrived too.

Banyan eats sweets: "Brother Xu, you are more handsome than before."

Huang Xu accepted his casual remark, and teased, "Compared to your boyfriend?"

Yan Hao blushed.

Jiang Muxing didn't respond, he was always calm and calm, he didn't seem to care about this topic, and he didn't care about the answer.

It was just that the hand on the lap was slightly bent, and it tapped once and for all.

There is a sweet smell of apples in the car.

Huang Xu took out the e-cigarette, and raised his chin to the boy walking toward Jiang Mu, motioning him to continue.

Yan Hao scratched the tip of his nose twice: "You two are not of the same type."

Huang Xu folded his legs, pointed at Jiang Muxing with great interest, and asked lazily, "Then what type is he?"

Yan is funny: "The type I like."

Huang Xu glanced at Jiang Muxing, be happy.

Jiang Muxing stopped knocking, and nothing else changed.

Huang Xu was thinking, why this kid was still suppressing as always, and saw him bow his head sideways like no one else, and kissed his boy on the face like a reward.

Tsk, toothache.

The author has something to say: the next chapter is the end of the main text, see you tomorrow, cuties.