Dressed as The School Grass’ Ex-boyfriend

This afternoon, Yingjiao, who has always lived a delicate life and can't even smell greasy on his body, took the half-bald mop he borrowed from the restaurant and worked hard to clean the oil stains on the ground.

Not only did he not dislike him at all, but there was always a smile on his face that could not be concealed.

Jing Ji wanted to follow along, but was stopped by him.

"You still need your hands on this trivial matter?" Yingjiao put the mop into the bucket and rinsed, raising his eyebrows: "Don't believe my physical strength?"

"No." Jing Ji quickly explained: "Hurry up two people."

"You're in a hurry to go home?" Ying Jiao chuckled, "It's not impossible."

He leaned into Jing Ji's ear and whispered, "Just charge me."

Jing Ji was startled, charging? How to charge?

"Tell me brother Yingjiao or my husband, cheer up or something."

Jing Ji turned his head unnaturally and ignored him.

Ying Jiao smiled and gave him a light push with his elbow: "Stand by the side, don't delay my work, or I'll really prove my physical strength to you when I get home."

Jing Ji was a little sweet and a little embarrassed, and silently retreated to the back.

It was just past the lunch hour, which was the most leisurely time in the restaurant. The aunties in the back kitchen picking vegetables and washing dishes all sat outside chatting in twos and threes.

Yingjiao was good-looking and tall and straight, and the aunts he provoked kept looking at him and whispering.

"What is this guy doing?"

"His friend just spilled oil on the floor and he's cleaning it up."

"Oh, there are not many young people who are so considerate these days."

"Who said no."

"You look good, and you don't get tired after bending over and working for so long. Your physical strength and waist strength are good."

Several aunties looked at each other and let out a clear laugh.

I heard Jing Ji from the beginning of the conversation next to me, and I don't know what to think, that expressionless face turned a little red.

After packing everything up, Ying Jiao first took a photo of the mop and bucket, then returned all the tools and got on the subway with Jing Ji.

Although it is not the commute time, there are still no free spots on the subway.

Ying Jiao leaned against the door, let Jing Ji stand beside him, took out his mobile phone and opened a small group of He Congee and a few people——

[Pride]: [Picture]

He Congee and the others just finished a round of games, and they are sitting on the ground drinking Happy Fat House water. When I heard the phone ring, I immediately clicked on WeChat.

Zheng Que zoomed in on the picture and took a closer look: "What kind of thing did Brother Jiao take? Did he do volunteer work with Brother Ci?"

"Isn't it?" He Conge didn't understand: "Don't they want to go home and do their homework?"

Peng Chengcheng spit out a word expressionlessly: "Show."

Zheng Que didn't believe it: "How can this thing be so beautiful? Lao Peng, you have been bitten by a snake for ten years and you are afraid of the rope."

Peng Chengcheng glanced at him lightly, and said nothing.

Zheng Que lowered his head and typed——

[Zheng Que is incorrect]: Brother Jiao, what are you doing?

[Pride]: Blind? Can't you see that this is full of my happiness?

【He Family Your Uncle】:? ? ? You are sick? ? ?

[Zheng Que is incorrect]: I just saw the mop and bucket! !

【Peng Chengcheng】：…

[Pride]: This is evidence that Jing Ci fought for me.

【Uncle He Family】: Fighting? A good student like my brother would fight? I believe in your evil!

[Pride]: Can he be the same in front of me as in front of you?

[Pride]: Forget it, it doesn't make sense to you single people, I accompany Jing to resign.

【Uncle He Family】: Wait! Can you not show us? ! We don't have time and don't want to listen, okay? !

[Pride]: Jealousy makes people ugly. You have nothing to do with birds during the day and nothing to do with birds at night, so why don't you have time?

[Uncle He Family]: Fuck, get out of here! ! !

Zheng Que sighed in the sky and turned to Peng Chengcheng: "Old Peng, the cow is still your cow."

Peng Chengcheng took a sip of Coke expressionlessly, hiding his merit and fame.

On the subway, Ying Jiao, who had finished showing off, put away his mobile phone, tilted his head to look at Jing Ji, and his eyes softened involuntarily.

Sometimes he really wants to announce to the world that such a good speech is his.

It was probably the best decision he had ever made in his life to tease Jing Ji because he was too bored and curious.

Jing Ji, who noticed the sight, raised his head and just hit his gaze.

The corners of Jing Ji's lips curled up at first, but in the end he couldn't hold back and laughed.

Yingjiao looked at him, only to feel that his heart softened into a ball, and he also laughed.

After the two returned home, without wasting any time, one person took up one end of the large desk and worked on their own questions. I have been studying until half past ten at night, and then I take a shower and go to bed.

In the middle of the night, Jing Ji dreamed again.

Still in that university, he had a headache, and he nearly fainted. In the haze, someone maliciously said in his ear: "You can die without worry. From now on, everything you have is mine, including Yingjiao."

Win arrogance... win arrogance!

Jing Ji opened his eyes in cold sweat, and it was not until he groped and grabbed Ying Jiao's hand under the quilt that he felt a little more settled.

What exactly is going on? Jing Ji's drowsiness ran clean. Like last time, he didn't think it was just a simple dream.

In the darkness, Jing Ji stared at the ceiling and couldn't help thinking that the original body died of being hit on the head with an iron rod, and he in the dream... seems to have died of a headache too.

Everything is about the head.

Jing Ji's heart beat wildly.

From childhood to adulthood, his subconscious protection and attention to his head was really just because he had heard too much of the dean's chicken soup, and did he rely on this head to change his fate?

Jing Ji felt cold all over, and couldn't help leaning on Ying Jiao's side. Ying Jiao was sleeping Zhengxiang, her eyes did not open, but she subconsciously reached out and hugged him, as if she had done it thousands of times.

So, the temperature on Jing Ji's body gradually returned to the cage, and those messy dreams and thoughts were all thrown away.

He was clinging to Yingjiao and fell asleep at some point.

The next morning, Jing Ji and Ying Jiao still got up to eat and study according to the school schedule.

Although he still had that dream in mind, he didn't look any different on the surface until Yingjiao went to the balcony with the ringing phone.

He had never avoided his own on the phone before, and Jing Ji's pen hadn't fallen, thinking uncontrollably.

Whose phone is that? Is there anything you can't hear?

I just had a dream that someone was going to fight him to win the arrogance, and now this kind of thing happened...

Over there, Ying Jiao didn't know that Jing Ji thought too much. He closed the balcony door and pressed the answer button: "Uncle Yao."

A few minutes later, Yingjiao, who had agreed everything, returned.

"I'm going out to do something," he put one hand on the table and leaned over to look at Jing Ji: "Is there anything you want to eat? I'll bring it back to you."

"No." Jing Ji put down his pen, was silent for a while, and said softly, "What's the matter?"

Winning was stunned.

Jing Ji never asked about him in detail, and he didn't think of an excuse. In a hurry, I had to say: "Isn't Zheng Que living in my house now? The door lock suddenly had a problem, and the property asked the owner to come over."

He is lying.

Jing Ji immediately realized that something was wrong, no matter if the caller was from the property or Zheng Que, he didn't need to go out to pick it up.

He didn't dismantle Yingjiao, nodded and said, "Okay."

Yingjiao was in a hurry to see Yao Ruicheng, but did not notice the difference. Wen Yan reached out and rubbed his hair, went to the bedroom to get a plastic bag, turned around and went out the door.

Jing Ji looked down at the table, and after a while, he changed a set of math papers and began to frantically write questions.

Yingjiao and Yao Ruicheng made an appointment to meet in Mixc City to pick up the things he ordered before.

When he arrived at the agreed coffee shop, Yao Ruicheng was beating on the screen with his computer on, with a meticulous expression on his face.

"Uncle Yao." Yingjiao greeted him and sat down opposite him: "Are you busy?"

Yao Ruicheng closed the notebook and smiled: "Yeah, I'm so busy to find time to see you, you know how good I am to you."

He didn't mention the gift of real estate, but looked around and saw that there was no one, and then said, "Who are you and that? Are you serious?"

Ying Jiao frowned, took a sip of the milk tea that Yao Ruicheng ordered for him, and said, "His name is Jing Ci, Jing's Jing, Chu Ci's Ci."

"I chased him first. He couldn't help being entangled, so he agreed to be good with me."

Yao Ruicheng was dumbfounded, he already knew the answer without asking any more.

This is more than serious, it is almost completely protected.

"You said you're fine... why did you suddenly like a man?"

Yingjiao didn't speak.

Jing Ji is so good, isn't it a matter of course to like him, it's not normal to not like him.

Yao Ruicheng sighed: "Are you sure you want to go down the road? Then you will have no future."

Yingjiao glanced at him and smiled.

Yao Ruicheng was inexplicably looked at by him: "What's the matter?"

"Uncle Yao," Ying Jiao put down the milk tea in his hand and said lazily, "Are you Enke from the Qing Dynasty?"

Yao Ruicheng was stunned for a moment, only to realize that he was mocking himself for being feudal. He laughed and scolded him, stopped chatting with him, and started talking about the gift of real estate.

"Which house are you going to give him... Jing Ji? Have you brought all the materials I told you before today?"

"Well, take it, you can take a look." Yingjiao put the plastic bag on the table: "It's the one near our school. It's too far away for him to travel, and it's also close to where I live now."

"Okay." Yao Ruicheng checked all the relevant documents, and found that there was nothing missing or missing. Also in the mood to joke, he picked up Jing Ji's ID card and looked at it carefully, and said with a smile: "He looks quite handsome."

Ying Jiao chuckled and mentioned Jing Ji, his whole face softened: "He's not good-looking, but a real person is better. You don't know, he's also very good at studying..."

In the next time, Yao Ruicheng regretted his quick speech. Because Ying Jiao dragged him, he talked for more than half an hour how well-behaved Jing Ci was, and how sincere he was to him.

In the end, Yao Ruicheng even knew that Jing Ci liked Yang Zhi Ganlu.

Is it so scary for young people to fall in love today?

Yao Ruicheng's face was blank, and he seemed to have escaped from the cafe. He secretly swore in his heart that at least during this time, he never wanted to see Ying Jiao again.

After another show of affection, Yingjiao was in a good mood. He went to pick up the ordered items, bought two more boxes of duck tongues along the way, and then went home.

"Take a break and then study." He walked to the study, pulled Jing Ji to the sofa in the living room and sat down: "I bought duck tongue, let's eat first."

Jing Ji made a "hmm".

Ying Jiao tore the film of the box, and out of the corner of the eye caught a glimpse of Jing Ji sitting obediently beside him, as if waiting to be fed. My heart was itching, and I suddenly hissed.

"What's wrong?" Jing Ji turned to him immediately.

"The chili got in my eyes when I tore the package." Ying Jiao covered one eye and frowned.

It's not a trivial matter for peppers to get into the eyes, and Jing Ji immediately became anxious: "Let me see."

He stood up, bent down and held Yingjiao's wrist, coaxing him in a low voice: "Don't block it, let me see."

Ying Jiao slowly put down his hand, and Jing Ji immediately leaned over.

At this moment, Ying Jiao suddenly held his face, raised his head and kissed his lips heavily.

Jing Ji was stunned, and then he realized that he was pretending.

lying to him again.

Jing Ji pursed his lower lip, let go of him and sat aside.

"Angry?" Ying Jiao laughed and moved to Jing Ji's side: "Don't let me kiss?"

Jing Ji didn't speak.

"I'm wrong, okay?" Yingjiao was thick-skinned, apologizing and saying, "I'm sorry, you're so cute, I couldn't hold back for a while."

Jing Ji's heart is a little sweet and a little sour.

He tried to convince himself not to be influenced by the dream. Yingjiao is so good to himself, he shouldn't doubt him. Although they are in a relationship, they should also be a little secretive from each other.

"Baby," Ying Jiao raised his chin to take a closer look when he saw that his face was wrong: "Are you really angry?"

"No." Jing Ji felt that he was hypocritical, he raised his eyes to look at Ying Jiao, and repeated: "I'm not angry."

Winning arrogantly, his eyes fell on Jing Ji's lips, and he said in a low voice, "Is that a kiss?"

Jing Ji's cheeks were hot, no matter how many times he heard Ying Jiao say this, he was still a little embarrassed.

"Speak, do you allow it or not?"

Jing Ji nodded.

Yingjiao couldn't hold back for a while, and he has been trying his best to endure it. With just one look from Jing Ji, he can make up a blockbuster movie, not to mention his obedience.

Duck tongue or something had been forgotten, Ying Jiao gently pushed Jing Ji down on the sofa and leaned over to kiss.

The rapid breathing was intertwined, and there was an ambiguous sound of water stains in the air, and the surrounding temperature was getting higher and higher...

Jing Ji suddenly widened his eyes, and when Ying Jiao's lips were about to go down, he reached out and pushed him.

"What's wrong? Baby." Ying Jiao's voice was hoarse, and he looked down at him.

The two were so close together that Jing Ji immediately noticed his physiological reaction.

"You..." Jing Ji's cheeks were flushed, and he turned his head slightly: "...Get up."

Ying Jiao rammed into Jing Ji with a hooligan back, and put his hand on his waist: "Think I'm hard?"

This time, Jing Ji's neck was even red.

It's all so obvious...

"It's not hard." Ying Jiao suddenly smiled angrily, and in Jing Ji's unbelievable eyes, he took his hand: "If you don't believe me, touch it."