paranoia

I don't know how long it took before Song Wanzhou's cold body gradually warmed up. He retracted his fingers holding the corner of the table, let go of his clenched lips, and said weakly, "Xiaojing, go home."

He had never had such a strong desire to return to that small home. It would be best if he could forget everything that happened today, and he didn't have to think about anything. He just wanted to lie under the quilt, close his eyes and have a good rest.

Song Jing pressed tightly against Song Wanzhou's stiff back, and pressed down until he touched the edge of the table, and then reluctantly said: "Let me hug you for a while." He was really reluctant to let go of the first time he took the initiative to beg him Hug brother.

Although it's past working hours, it stands to reason that everyone should go home for dinner, and there will be no one else in the office, but after all, it is a public place, Song Wanzhou still has some scruples, a little worried that someone will suddenly open the door and come in.The present position of the two is too intimate to be explained.

But no matter how much Song Wanzhou struggled, Song Jing still pressed him, motionless, like a big piece of maltose sticking to his teeth, the sugar shreds wrapped him up, and there was no room for a little space between the two of them.

Song Wanzhou felt Song Jinghu's breath getting hotter and hotter on his neck, and asked, "What's wrong with Xiaojing?"

Song Jing tightened his hands around Song Wanzhou's slender waist, and the tip of his nose touched Song Wanzhou's skin, which was so fair that he could even see the blood vessels underneath, and blinked, "Brother, I can't do without You are here, stay with me forever, okay?"

Although Song Wanzhou had previously promised that he would not abandon him again, Song Wanzhou had never directly admitted the relationship between the two.

Song Jing has learned to be good now, and if Song Wanzhou doesn't say anything, he won't ask, even if the relationship between the two is vague, as long as Song Wanzhou belongs to him, they will be together forever, and he is already very satisfied.So when he heard Song Wanzhou say the word "like" naturally and firmly in front of Cen Youfan, the blood in Song Jing's whole body boiled, he couldn't restrain the ecstasy in his heart, and couldn't wait to want Listen to Song Wanzhou say it again.

Facing the sudden and passionate confession, Song Wanzhou remained calm, perhaps because he had listened too much, and thought that Song Jing had acted on the spur of the moment and acted like a child. He gently covered the hands crossed on his belly, gently Said: "Didn't I answer it long ago?"

Song Jing pursed his lips, softened his tone, and said coquettishly: "But I want to hear you say it yourself. Brother, please say it again."

Song Wanzhou couldn't resist Song Jing who was both soft and hard, so he sighed helplessly, held Song Jing's uneasy and slightly trembling knuckles, and called softly, "Xiao Jing."

"En." Song Jing responded.

Song Wanzhou is not a person who is good at talking about love. After thinking about it, he didn't know how to say, "I love you, it's the love of love, not the love of family affection." An unnatural blush was slightly blocked by the hanging hair.

A plain sentence fell into his ears, and Song Jing's heart seemed to be scratched by something, and it was numb. He couldn't help it anymore, and he turned Song Wanzhou over, hugged him and put him on the table, pressing his hand Clinging to the thigh, leaned over and stuck it up.

Face to face, Song Jing did not move, his eyes were piercing, he kept staring at the blushing Song Wanzhou, imagining how his beautifully shaped lips would move when he said the three words 'I love you' , is it like their ordinary people, the corners of their mouths will rise slightly.

"Xiaojing..." Song Wanzhou's voice was a little nervous, his ears were so red, he was embarrassed to look at Song Jing, turned his head, his eyelashes were flickering, and he was panting for breath.

Song Jing hooked Song Wanzhou's chin, narrowed his eyes with a smile, and placed a restrained and gentle kiss on Xiao's long-cherished lips.

In fact, he has long been unable to restrain the restless factor flowing in his blood, especially when Song Wanzhou didn't make any resistance to his kiss. Leave your personal mark.

To tell everyone, Song Wanzhou is his.

Every strand of hair, every cell, even every heartbeat is his.

His Song Jing's name was engraved on it.

But he can't.

The occasion is wrong.

Song Wanzhou didn't like having too much physical contact with him outside, and Song Jing didn't want to embarrass Song Wanzhou.He wanted to respect his brother, so he only dared to suck Song Wanzhou's soft upper lip slightly, looking cautious but a little greedy, one after another, reluctant to let go, his eyes were full of longing, wanting more.

The water in Song Wanzhou's eyes fluctuated a little, and he felt the changes in Song Jing's body.

The flames in Song Jing's eyes were about to burn to him.

"Xiaojing..." Song Wanzhou's throat tightened suddenly, and he couldn't help stroking Song Jing's eyelids, "Do you want to kiss?" If you want to kiss, just kiss.

Song Jing couldn't hide his joy. Just as he was about to deepen the kiss, he was interrupted by a knock on the door.

"Wan Zhou? Are you there?"

It was Ning Xi's voice.

Song Wanzhou panicked and quickly pushed away the unmoved Song Jing who was pressing on him. He straightened his messed up clothes and coughed twice, "Ning Bo is here."

Song Jing pursed his lips, with an unhappy expression on his face, turned his back, and went to the window to blow the cool breeze.

"Is it convenient?" Ning Xi asked again, "I left a document last time, and you haven't signed it yet."

After his reminder, Song Wanzhou remembered the project declaration that had left in Ning Xi's office last time, "Ning Bo, wait a moment."

"It's nothing, just to remind you, the Ministry of Science and Technology is urging you, as long as you don't forget, I'll wait for you in the office." Ning Xi didn't open the door to come in, and left after finishing what he had to say.

After confirming that there were no footsteps outside the door, Song Wanzhou tugged on someone's clothes and coaxed, "Don't be angry."

Song Jing just snorted and didn't answer.

Song Wanzhou saw the corners of Song Jing's puffy mouth, and secretly smiled, and pulled the secretly angry man over from the window where the cold wind was blowing, placed him on the sofa, gently rubbed his hair, and bent down to suck it himself He took a sip, "Sit and wait, let's go home together."

Song Wanzhou came to Ning Xi's office, but the other party didn't say anything, just handed him the document for him to sign, and asked him if he was free on the weekend, and came to his house for dinner.

Song Wanzhou thought that Ning Xi wanted to take the opportunity to introduce someone to him again, so he had to bring out the reason why he wanted to stay at home to tutor and study, and turned down the other party's invitation.

After hearing this, Ning Xi paused for a moment, didn't make a statement, just said lightly, there's nothing to do anyway, let's go home and rest early.

Ning Xi had a hesitant expression on his face, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he just waved his hand, "Wanzhou go back first, I'll pick up the kids later."

Song Wanzhou had no choice but to leave first, vaguely feeling that there was something wrong with Ning Xi's attitude, but it was inconvenient to ask directly, so he called Song Jing who was obediently waiting for him in the office to go home together.

Along the way, Song Jing couldn't help being happy, hooking Song Wanzhou's fingers for a while, and secretly kissing him when no one was around. He was not honest at all, like a young boy who just fell in love, unable to hold his breath, The monkey is in a hurry, and a little intimacy is especially valuable.

To him, Song Wanzhou may be like a can of honey, as long as he tastes a small sip, he can't help but want to continue stealing, even if he eats it all, he still feels dissatisfied.

In the evening, Song Wanzhou leaned against the bedside to read the documents after washing up. Song Jing, who hadn't been able to take a bath for two, looked helplessly, and waited for him to come out before entering the bathroom aggrieved.

From the moment he stepped in, the voice of Song Jing humming could be heard intermittently. Song Wanzhou couldn't calm down. A few minutes had passed, and the handwriting hadn't turned the page, so he couldn't help but smile to himself.Anyway, he couldn't see it, so he put it aside, squinting his eyes to hear Song Jing's unclear lyrics.

The phone vibrated, Song Wanzhou picked it up, clicked on it, and a smile froze at the corner of his mouth.

Song Jing came out of the bathroom wearing nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist, staring straight at Song Wanzhou, the beauty under the lamp, his eyes narrowed into a smile.He strode to the bedroom, lifted the quilt, threw away the towel, got in directly, hugged his warm brother tightly, and shivered deliberately, "Brother is so warm."

Seeing Song Wanzhou staring at the phone screen motionless, and even ignoring him, Song Jing poked his head over and asked dissatisfiedly, "What are you looking at, brother? Just ignore me."

Song Jing lowered his head and said softly, "Got it."

"What do you know?" Song Jing frowned, thinking that Cen Youfan had started acting like a monster again, "Who knew?"

"Ning Bo, he already knows our relationship." Song Wanzhou turned around and showed Song Jing the chat record with Ning Xi, "In the afternoon, the door was only ajar, and Ning Bo said he saw We both made out."

The chat record is a long message sent by Ning Xi to Song Wanzhou. It basically means that he accidentally saw the picture of Song Wanzhou and Song Jing hugging each other. He already knew the relationship between the two. Although he was shocked, but Relieved, he said he could accept it.He is getting old, and he may not be able to accept new things very quickly, so Song Wanzhou should not be burdened and just do what he thinks.He also said that he would not introduce anyone to him casually in the future, so he could relax.He also said that even if you have a boyfriend, not a girlfriend, don't hide it, and when you come out to have a meal together, check for him.He also asked if he was tutoring Song Jing with his homework. If so, he could ask a professional postgraduate education institution for him.

After reading the whole article, Ning Xi just sent some caring words to Song Wanzhou as an elder, and did not express any opinion on his different sexual orientation. Instead, he was happy because someone could take care of Song Wanzhou in the future.

"Does my brother not want the teachers at the school to know?" Song Jing's eyes sank, and he asked casually, "So you don't look very happy."

"No," Song Wanzhou pulled out of his thoughts, and suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, "I just find it unbelievable."

It's unbelievable that it was accepted.

Besides Bai Yiyu and the others, Ning Xi should be the first person in Song Wanzhou to announce his coming out. He is neither a peer nor a friend. He should be regarded as an elder.Although it was not proactive, it was much easier than Song Wanzhou imagined, and the result was good.Coming out seemed less scary than he had imagined.

"Scared me to death." Song Jing lifted Song Wanzhou into his arms as if relieved, "My brother is too bad, you actually scared me."

The water on Song Jing's body was not wiped dry, Song Wanzhou gently hugged him back, and pressed against his warm chest, "I didn't scare you, I was just a little happy, and I haven't recovered yet."

Song Wanzhou was happy, and Song Jing was also happy, his heart became warm, and he asked, "Brother, is there anywhere you want to go on the weekend?"

Song Wanzhou blinked, and said flatly, "Xiaojing wants to go out to play? Isn't she going to review?"

Song Jing didn't answer at first, but hugged Song Wanzhou tenderly for a while, picked up the hair on his forehead, twirled it around his fingertips, wrapped it around a few times, and then said slowly: "Saturday is the death day of my parents. I want to be with my brother."

Song Wanzhou was taken aback, raised his face, stared at Song Jing's deep eyes, and asked in surprise, "You...do you still remember?"

Song Jing smiled, and kissed Song Wanzhou on the forehead, "How can I forget what I promised my brother?"