The school grass boyfriend has a big problem

The chaotic thoughts stopped for a moment.

Lu Xi opened her eyes slightly, looked at the ground in a daze, and her heart miraculously quieted down.

"There's nothing to worry about..." The man laughed softly, his voice soothing and gentle, "I'm not the kind of person who doesn't know what's interesting. If you really hate it, I won't bother you."

Lu Xi's eyebrows trembled slightly, and finally raised his eyes to look at Ji Nian in front of him.

The young man is like the breeze and the moon, clean and transparent; like the sun, warm as new.

Seeing that Lu Xi was finally willing to face himself squarely, Ji Nian was a little surprised to find that there was an obvious struggling emotion in those long and narrow eyes.

He stared at Lu Xi, his eyes became dark and unfathomable.

Ji Nian lowered his head slightly and turned against the light above.

When he got close to Lu Xi's ear, he could only see a slow grin on the corners of his brightly colored lips——

"You're funny and powerful, and I admire your kind of person."

"If I'm lucky, I hope to be friends with you in the future, because I... may be difficult to understand, but I really need your help..."

"So Lu Xi, don't reject me completely, please let me give you a gift, can you?"

Lu Xi looked at the dark night ahead through Ji Nian's bent back, as if bewitched, unable to say "no".

Ji Nian turned his head slightly at this time, looking at Lu Xi's profile.

He gradually put away his smile in the dark, and his voice became emotionless: "You know? You are indeed my first man in name."

Hearing this, Lu Xi's heart was inexplicably clamoring again.

On an October night, the hot tide blows towards him from the vast black night after the year.

***

Just a few minutes after nine o'clock, Ji Nian returned home.

Aunt Chen happened to pass by the living room with her feet clean, and there was a bowl of soup on the tray in her hand.

"Are you back?" Aunt Chen saw Ji Nian coming in, and said hello every day for ten years.

It's just that there may be something urgent at this moment, even the smile is in a hurry.

Just as Aunt Chen was about to go up the stairs, her footsteps stopped.

She hesitated for half a second, turned her head to look at Ji Nian, and said in a gentle and kind voice: "He will be right back, and asked me to prepare hangover soup in advance and send it to the room."

Ji Nian nodded, with an almost indifferent expression on his face, without any fresh human breath.

Aunt Chen went upstairs.

Just as Ji Nian was about to return to his room, the sound of a car driving in happened to come from the yard outside, and two high-beam lights swept across the pane one after another.

Hearing the movement, Ji Nian looked out the window and knew that it was Ji Bailun who had returned.

He lowered his eyelashes, thought for a while, and stood still for the time being.

About a minute later, Ji Nian took the time to walk to the stairs, pretending to go upstairs.

When he stepped on the first step, there was the sound of the door opening in the hallway, followed by the sound of slightly messy footsteps.

Ji Nian frowned, unexpectedly, the sound of women's high-heeled shoes was mixed with the sound of footsteps.

Ji Nian held on to the railing beside the stairs and looked towards the entrance of the living room. The next second, he saw a tall and slim figure entangled in.

Seeing this scene, Ji Nian's eyes instantly turned cold, as if covered by a layer of ice, it looked a little gray, and the muscles at the masseter muscle twitched uncontrollably.

The woman's name is Ye Mei, she is Ji Bolun's shrewd and capable beautiful secretary, but at the moment she is as drunk as mud.

I saw Ye Mei hanging her head softly, her high bun was loosely falling on her cheeks, one hand was hanging on Ji Bailun's shoulder, and her stiletto heels were kicking on the marble floor like cotton.

Ji Bolun was as quiet and powerful as ever, but the slightly furrowed brow revealed his thoughts, as if he was very worried about the situation of the little secretary beside him.

Looking at Ji Bolun's rare caring look, Ji Nian felt dazzling.

After looking at it twice, he looked away and sneered slightly.

It seems that the bowl of hangover soup is for the secretary.

Even his son didn't know that Ji Bailun had such a caring side.

Ji Bailun seems to have discovered the existence of the calendar when he approached the stairs.

He paused with Ye Mei in his arms, stood on the spot, and looked up and down at Ji Nian who was standing on the stairs.

Then, the deep and majestic voice was a little displeased, and said: "Have you gone out? Have you reported to Aunt Chen about where you went?"

Ji Nian lowered his gaze slightly, with a docile attitude, and smiled: "I have reported it, father."

Ji Bolun nodded with a calm expression, and continued to walk forward with his secretary, saying: "Forget about it today, remember to report to me tomorrow morning."

He just took two steps and stopped again. He looked at Ji Nian who was still blocking the stairs, raised his heroic sword eyebrows, and said, "Do you still want to get out of the way?"

Ji Nian always had a faint smile. He glanced at Ye Mei, then at Ji Bailun, and asked with a smile, "Is father going to take her back to the room?"

Ji Bolun's eyes sank, and his aura instantly made people feel a little oppressed. He said, "Ji Nian, do you want me to take care of what I do?"

Ji Nian saw his displeasure, smiled, and took two steps back wisely, leaning against the wall to make way for the two of them.

Ji Bolun walked past Ji Nian with Ye Mei on his arm.

Ji Nian glanced casually, and saw Ji Bolun's big hand holding Ye Mei's slender waist.

When going up the first step, the hand lifted up slightly, and the well-made waist suit was wrinkled.

It was my father's hand...

The waist of a strange woman...

The string in my mind that had been trying so hard to stretch was easily broken at this moment.

Ji Nian leaned back against the wall, covered his face, laughed uncontrollably, and said, "Stallings with flirts are absolutely impossible."

Ji Bolun stopped in his tracks for a moment, and after a while he turned his head slowly, looking down at the calendar below.

The decorative lamp on the top cast a dark shadow on his face, showing a bit of austere terror.

"Say it again?" Ji Bailun's voice sounded very dangerous.

Ji Nian laughed for a while, his face was slightly red, and his eyes were shining with an abnormally bright light.

He looked at Ji Bailun with a sullen face, and felt a rush of revenge all over his body.

Ji Nian squinted his eyes under the light, and said cheerfully, "Just say good things."

In the next second, a severe slap was slapped directly on the cheek.

Ji Nian closed his eyes reflexively, and there was a "buzz" in his head, and all sounds were lost for a short time.

***

Ye Mei, who was so drunk that she was unconscious, fell on the steps, rubbing her buttocks and sliding down the steps a few steps, causing her to grin her teeth in pain.

Ye Mei struggled to open her eyes, and half stood up on the stairs, just in time to see Ji Bolun hitting the wall while grabbing Ji Nian's hair.

With a bang, the walls seemed to be shaking.

Ye Mei frowned, rubbed her eyes, and sat up while leaning on the railing beside her.

Seeing Ji Nian being pressed against the wall with his head held down by his father, his hands propped on the wall and he couldn't move.

The boy seemed to want to laugh, but he couldn't, so his expression showed a painful twist.

Probably because of the pain, Ji Nian's eyes were red, and there were faint tears in his eyes, but the emotions that burst out from the depths of his eyes were so strong that it was shocking, including ridicule, hatred, and bottomless of despair.

"You fucking see who you are talking to!!!"

Ye Mei was still looking at Ji Nian dazedly, but was startled by Ji Bolun's angry shout.

Almost at the same time as the sound sounded, Ji Bolun raised his foot and kicked Ji Nian's knee.

Ji Nian let out a short grunt, and knelt down against the wall.

Ye Mei shrank her legs in fear, thinking that if that kick landed on her leg, her leg would be broken on the spot.

Ye Mei finally regained her strength now, and she understood what was happening in front of her eyes——

The irritable Ji Bailun is beating his son again.

She wanted to stand up to stop her, but her body was so weak that she could only lean on the railing and mutter hummingly: "Ji...Ji...Ji Bolun, are you fucking crazy...crazy...crazy...are you crazy? ..."

Downstairs, Ji Bolun threw Ji Nian to the ground like pulling a dog, then straightened up, took off his suit and threw it aside with a heavy breath.

He walked to the other wall and removed a crutch that was resting on it.

The cane is an antique, originally an ornament.

Ji Nian struggled to support the floor, but as soon as he got up, he was hit on the back, and he fell to the ground like broken sand again.

"Why did I give birth to you?" Ji Bolun was so angry that he swung down one stick after another, cursing constantly, "You are the stain of my life! I owe you!"

"Crazy! You're going to die! If it wasn't for the embarrassment, I would have thrown you into a mental hospital and locked you up!"

"You bastard is ungrateful! You are at home with me every day! Is it fun? It's fun to be mad at me?! Stand up when you are so good! Let me see how capable you are!!!"

Ji Nian endured the beating on his back with a stick, gritted his teeth and remained silent, his eyes were bloodshot.

He told himself over and over again, not to fight back, not to fight back, this is his father.

Five fingers scratched the floor and curled up, suppressed, the veins on the back of the hand were exposed, and gradually, the hands moved down to cover the face.

When he opened his mouth again, he revealed a distorted smile.

***

In the end, it was Aunt Chen who stopped Ji Bailun, who was in a fit of anger, and quelled a war.

Ji Nian was pushed into the room by the flustered Aunt Chen.

"Don't come out yet." Aunt Chen brought it to the door and said in a hurry, "I'll go and see him, and come back later."

After being pushed into the room, Ji Nian stopped moving, like an off-line puppet, with his shoulders slightly slumped, and he stood there silently for a long time.

It wasn't until the antique clock chimed the hour downstairs that he blinked lightly and dragged his body into the attached bathroom of the room.

Turning on the light, a lifeless face was reflected in front of the mirror. It was slightly injured, but it did not damage the handsome appearance.

Looking at it, the person in the mirror seemed to smile, and it was fleeting.

Ji Nian tilted his head in confusion, thinking that he had seen it wrong, and leaned his upper body closer to the mirror.

He raised his hand to stroke the mirror, then moved his eyes down, focused, and looked at himself in the mirror.

The person in the mirror seemed to smile again, but returned to normal with lightning speed.

Ji Nian frowned, didn't like it, and said in a low voice, "What are you laughing at?"

It was like a person pretending to be sleeping was exposed, and the person in the mirror couldn't hide anymore. He burst out laughing uncontrollably with a "puchi", gradually revealing a frivolous and arrogant expression.