Bai Yueguang always thinks she is a substitute

Yan Yao was cooking in the kitchen, and the smell of braised hairtail wafted through the crack of the door into the study.

Half a minute later, Mr. Ji came out with the computer between his arms to pour water, and sat on the sofa to continue working.

The kitchen is open, Ji Zhuyi can see Yan Yao just by looking up.

Ji Zhuyi narrowed his eyes and stared at Yan Yao.

Yan Yao's skin is fair, his hair and eyes are light in color, and there seems to be a wave of air-conditioning around his body, like plum blossoms that are not stained with dust in the cold winter months, giving people the feeling that he is hard to get close to.

But at this time, he was wearing a floral apron bought at a convenience store, and was busy in front of the cooking counter. Occasionally, when he turned around, he would smile at him, with soft eyebrows and eyes, which made people want to get closer.

This kind of Yan Yao, even if he knew that the end of approaching would be torn to pieces, he couldn't help but want to repeat the same mistakes.

In Ji Zhuyi's mind, the capitalist crazily shouted "Stop the loss! Stop the loss!"

But he couldn't listen to it at all, the heart-piercing lesson seemed to be white noise that had been ringing for three years.

He knew that he had never understood Yan Yao, and he didn't know what Yan Yao wanted.

He wanted to find a substitute who was somewhat similar to that man, or he just wanted fame and money, and he didn't care anymore.

Ji Zhuyi knew that he had been trapped in this ice spring seven years ago, from flesh to soul, he had long sacrificed to Yan Yao.

Ji Zhuyi found a card from the study, put it on the table, and said softly: "Yan Yao, take my secondary card away."

Yan Yao lowered his eyebrows and said, "Thank you, Mr. Ji."

Ji Zhuyi stared at Yan Yao's back, and hugged Yan Yao in a hug.

Yan Yao looks as tall as Ji Zhuyi, but is actually three centimeters shorter than Ji Zhuyi, but because of his thin body, he looks taller than the strong Ji Zong.Ji Zhuyi held him in his arms, just enough to rest his chin on his shoulder.

After being gentle for a while, Ji Zhuyi seemed to be aware of his childish behavior, let go hastily, and sat back on the sofa again.

Today's meal seems more delicious than usual.

After the meal, Yan Yao slowly brought the plate to the kitchen, and walked slowly to the entrance.

Ji Zhuyi said, "Go take a bath."

Yan Yao stood in the bathroom with an uncontrollable smile on his lips.

Yan Yao opened the door of the bathroom in the master bedroom, and the hot white mist rushed out enveloping him.The deliberately torn bathrobe can't cover anything, the white chest is exposed under the sharp collarbone, and two red cherry blossoms are looming, especially when Yan Yao raises his hand to stroke his half-dry hair, it is even more sexy and seductive .

Ji Zhuyi leaned on the bed and read a book, and put the book aside when he came out.

Yan Yao leaned on the side of the bed to kiss him, stroked his hair, earlobe, Adam's apple, chest, and abdominal muscles with one hand, and then continued to reach down, holding the one that was ready to go.

Yan Yao knelt beside the bed.

Yan Yao straddled his waist.

Yan Yao lay on the bed.

Yan Yao said, "I love you."

Yan Yao slept on Ji Zhuyi's arms all night.

Ji Zhuyi didn't fall asleep, his mind was full of those three words Yan Yao said.

I love you, I love you, I love you.

He couldn't help thinking back to the past.

Ji Zhuyi has known Yan Yao since he entered school.

The science champion of province J entered the foreign language school of university B with a full scholarship, which caused a small sensation in the campus forum.

Perhaps this matter itself is not surprising, but in this year's college entrance examination interview, the number one scholar has been known to the public.

Because this academic bully looks good.Tall and thin, with a fair face, and a slightly longer body without compromising his appearance, and a cool and celestial air is even more important.That interview was covered by various media.

In this way, the name Yan Yao was passed into Ji Zhuyi's ears, and at some point in the future, it entered into his heart, took root, grew, and blossomed.