just stick to you

Ming Ziqiao went to the back of his neck, and personally carried the wayward boy who didn't look at him into the passenger seat!

He doesn't understand this awkward guy, who else understands?As long as it is a relative, Ming Ziqiao, who has always rushed to sit in the front seat no matter who rides since childhood, suddenly changed his temper and nestled in the back seat, there must be something wrong in his heart.

There must be a difference in the degree of perception given to things on the phone and in person, and most of the conclusions drawn from the latter's observations are definitely deeper and more accurate than just hearing the voice.Ming Rui's mocking tone of saying that his eyes were swollen and squinted aroused Ming Ziqiao's self-esteem, and he stubbornly fixed his eyes on his knees, shaking his head and rejecting without thinking.

"Hey, boy, are you leaving?" Mingrui unbuckled his seat belt, and only when his fingers touched Mingziqiao's wrist, the driver who was behind him in the shift came out the window and yelled at them. roar.

Mingrui was urged to curse secretly, and before he turned his upper body and drove the car on the road, he reached out and threw the supper in the passenger seat, together with the bag, onto the leather seat in the back seat.

"Fast food!"

(14 fresh coins) 057 [Nephew Gong Shushou, the first year] let out

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The sound of the bag falling on the cushion at the other end was a bit loud, but it did not arouse the desire of the person who was almost hit by the bag to open it and check it.

Ming Ziqiao was full of worries and had a poor appetite. He slumped his body and moved his hips so that his upper body was deeply retracted into the back of the chair. He avoided Ming Rui's stare on the rearview mirror by turning his head to look at the scenery outside the car. line of sight.

Ming Rui, who came to pick him up, had an impatient attitude and a fierce face. Ming Ziqiao looked intimidated, and the thought of wanting to confide suddenly shrank back to the bottom of his heart. He was heartbroken by the brothers who rejected him today, and he couldn't bear it anymore. Live more hurt now.

The car was heading towards the interchange from the area with bright street lights. The flickering lights passed through the dark windows, emphasizing the gloom on Ming Ziqiao's pretty side face.

"What's the reason for your late return?" Mingrui waited for ten minutes, but couldn't wait for the person who returned late to take the initiative to explain. Of course, his tone couldn't be better than before.

Ming Ziqiao was too tired from crying, and the climate in the south was very hot, and the train compartment was too dry and cold, with a difference of seven or eight degrees Celsius between the heat and the cold, so he didn't want to stretch out his fingers to rub the pain. Jumping temples, can not.

"...Brother and I have a... misunderstanding. We must explain clearly before we can leave." Ming Ziqiao explained in a very weak voice, which was almost drowned out by the sound of the engine. Mingrui had to listen carefully. Listen, so as not to miss the content.

"What kind of misunderstanding requires you to delay the time to go home, and you can delay it for so long?" Mingrui didn't want to ask so many questions from his mother-in-law. Today's night return, and he can only ask three questions, and can't make up any reason at all.

"It's nothing, it's just... a very small matter." Mentioning this matter, thinking of grievances, his eyes became sore again, Ming Ziqiao sniffed.

"Misunderstanding resolved?"

"...Yes." Originally wanted to respond with a nasal murmur, but found that both nostrils were still blocked, Ming Ziqiao bit her lower lip, and could only choose to answer aloud.

"What kind of misunderstanding?" This is also a routine, Mingrui said to himself, but more than half of his attention was placed on opening the car door and getting in, yelling at him with the aura that was still strong until now [I am very poor] Ming Ziqiao.

Ming Ziqiao bit his lower lip again, this time he did not let go, and continued to turn a blind eye to the night scene flying by outside the window, with big tears in his eyes.

"Who is it? Why did you misunderstand you?" Mingrui asked again patiently. The car stopped at a multi-fork intersection and waited for a red light. After two signs, he could climb onto the expressway to connect to the expressway.

Also because of the proximity of the main road, the large street lamps installed on the partition island are high in wattage and bright, so that the tears on Ming Ziqiao's face can't be hidden.

"Damn it!" Mingrui saw it, and his heart twitched a few times for no reason. This feeling was like not warming up before the practice, and he pulled his hamstring when he kicked the opponent, but this hamstring grew into his heart. inside.

As soon as the green light came on, Mingrui turned the steering wheel to the right at the multi-fork intersection, and quickly drove the car sideways from the center lane to the side of the road. Fortunately, it was too late, and the traffic on this section of the road was sparse, and there was no danger. scene.

"Why are you crying? Who bullied you?" Mingrui turned around and stretched out his hand to grab Mingziqiao's arm. His tone was still fierce, but the frowns were full of information, which could be seen at a glance, no need to explain. The subtext of:

"Who dares to bully you?Tell me, I will help you get revenge! 』

"No, you don't need to worry about it!" The young man's eyelashes were drenched and the corners of his mouth turned down, but he was still trying to be brave. "The matter has been, it has been resolved, and there is no need for Ming Daxia!" You have to spend all your energy in your busy schedule to pity me!

"It's over, why are you still crying?" Mingrui pulled the drenched little face in front of him, propped his chin with his index finger to prevent it from drooping or avoiding it, and looked closely at his own eyes, "Crying Heartbroken, or crying that you are too lucky?"

Seeing that Ming Ziqiao was frowning and crying melancholy, it didn't seem like a real solution, but more like being overwhelmed by a big grievance.

Ming Ziqiao gave him a powerless look, tried to break away from Mingrui's hand and retreated to the back of the chair, "It's getting late, I want to go home, please drive quickly, okay?"

It's so swollen, Ming Rui let go of the finger hooked on the chin, and turned to touch Ming Ziqiao's eye bags, "You really have a lot of tears, you can squeeze out a bunch with just a light touch like this?"

"Let go!" Too much?No one wants you to touch it!

"Hey, who misunderstood you?" Mingrui ignored Ming Ziqiao's push, but pulled him forward, almost pulling his entire upper body into his arms, spreading the teardrops evenly with his fingertips , "If you don't say anything, I will call and ask Master Ye Luo."

"Impossible!" Dead Mingrui smelly Mingrui, everyone managed to hide from the master, Ming Ziqiao shouted hoarsely!

"Then tell me." Mingrui urged, and found that the light could not make the face dry, so he simply stretched the sleeves of his T-shirt to wipe.

Ming Rui's gentleness seeped into Ming Ziqiao's skin through the sleeve, and the body heat from the sleeve poured into the cold heart. Ming Ziqiao saw the concern in Ming Rui's eyes, and trembled without holding back. Lips, pressed the throat and whimpered loudly!

"I didn't steal Cai Minsheng's razor, he and Fan Liangyue designed it together to frame me!"

Ming Ziqiao choked up badly, sobbing and talking for four or five minutes before Mingrui came up with this conclusion.

"What's wrong with them framing, but accusing you of stealing a razor?" Ming Rui still held Ming Ziqiao's arm with one hand, and patted the bony back of the frail young man with his forehead resting in his arms with the other, listening to his intuition I wanted to laugh, "It's just your few soft hairs that will disappear when you pull them out. Do you need to shave them? They are all blind."

"You!" Ming Ziqiao raised his head and stared at Mingrui in protest, without any lethality, "That's not the point, okay?!"

"Hehehaha, you speak very much like Qin Jiaxian (the protagonist of evergreen licorice in the Pili Puppet Show, who speaks in a husky voice)."

"Are you still laughing at me? That sucks!" Ming Ziqiao quit, and began to twist and struggle sincerely. Mingrui didn't expect that he had such strength, and he broke free all at once.

"I know, I know, in this matter, I am a ridiculous, humming, and stupid character, but it's okay for outsiders to bully me like this, but you actually, um, laugh at me like this?" Live very Seriously, the young man who hated being treated as a joke burst into tears, extremely miserable, "I regret it very much now, I was born to be your relative!"

Regardless of the darkness of the night and the remoteness of the location, Ming Ziqiao turned the lock and rushed out of the car immediately. Mingrui, who was caught off guard, didn't even have time to pull him back.

"Ming Ziqiao, stop, don't run any more!" Seeing the tall and slender figure crossing to the other side of the road without even looking at the left and right half of the eyes, Mingrui couldn't help his heart palpitations, jumped out of the car and took a big step as much as possible. Chase up!

Mingrui was unlucky, he had to cross the road with three or four cars passing by, so he had no choice but to chase in the opposite direction in his own direction, and loudly comforted the little ancestor who was throwing a temper tantrum:

"Ming Ziqiao, I apologize, sorry sorry I'mso~~sorry, come back quickly, do you hear me?!"

The teenager who usually doesn't like to engage in outdoor sports has long since lost his physical strength after a bad day of tossing, and what still supports him is nothing more than a resentment that cares about his self-esteem.So, he ran back even less than [-] meters, and was hugged tightly from behind by the chasing young man!

"Ming Ziqiao, haven't you been repaired by me for a long time, and your skin is itching?" After running such a short distance, Ming Rui usually runs [-] kilometers without panting; My little ancestor was scared out of it.

Ming Ziqiao didn't answer, but stretched his arms and tried to move forward with his legs.

"Ming Ziqiao!" Mingrui pulled the body in his arms vigorously, and raised his hand to greet Ming Ziqiao's face, but once he turned his face around, the elbow joint hesitated for a while, but he still couldn't swing it down.

"Hoo, really, I can't even see your eyes, how are you going to explain to the teacher and classmates tomorrow?"

Mingrui pulled down the zipper of the windbreaker, held the back of Ming Ziqiao's head with his palm, buried his face in his chest and rubbed it, and used the fastest way to dry the secretions on Ming Ziqiao's face.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean it, your lord has a lot, don't care about me, who is younger than you, okay