Threatened by KISS photos

He doubted that Song Huai would be able to recite mantras. These two words jumped out of his head from time to time these days.

It took a few days for him to suddenly realize that Song Huaizhun had said a lot before the words "brother".

"Do you know how happy I am that you took the initiative to talk to me?"

"Why do you give me hope over and over again and let me down?"

What the fuck does this mean?

He admits that he is not very smart, and when encountering complicated things, his head chooses to shut down.

He didn't understand what he was thinking, nor why he cared about Song Huaizhun.

He has many friends, schoolmates, friends outside, one after another, everyone comes and goes freely.

Since you can come and go freely, why think about it?

Why think about it?

Don't think about it if you don't understand it, this is his principle of life.

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For a while, Jiang Huan was still avoiding Song Huaizhun, and when he saw him from a distance, he quickly avoided it.It's embarrassing to admit it, and it will be fine when this matter fades away after a while.

And what kind of photos, he judged that Song Huaizhun would not bully him.Although Song Huaizhun did a lot of things that he couldn't accept, but in all fairness, Song Huaizhun is a good person.

He can tell the good from the bad, like Huang Xin and Wu Zifeng, although they usually bluff and do this and that at every turn, but in general they are very simple and good people.

But his friends outside are different, there are a few who are deep in the city, and a few who play very big, they are not pure, but Jiang Huan can understand clearly.

Song Huaizhun...

simple?Absolutely not.

But if you want to say how bad he is, it's not true.

Jiang Huan shook his head, not wanting to.

He unscrewed the drink he just bought, raised his head and took a sip.

Looking up, he saw the person he least wanted to see head on.

Jiang Huan hurriedly capped the bottle, bowed his head and walked forward.

Song Huaizun took a few steps and stood in front of Jiang Huan.

Jiang Huan looked at Song Huaizhun's toes and moved his body to the left, Song Huaizhun followed him.Jiang Huan moved to the right, and Song Huaizhun also moved to the right.

Jiang Huan looked up, "You..."

Song Huaizhun pushed his shoulder against the wall.

TM came to the wall again.

"Why hide from me?" Song Huaizhun's voice was almost a whisper.

You fucking don't know why I hide from you? !

"Don't hide from me."

What does not allowed mean? !

"I still have your photo in my hand," Song Huaizhun said, "Next time you hide from me, I will send the photo to everyone."

After Song Huaizhun finished speaking, he swaggered away, leaving Jiang Huan alone to doubt his life.

To take back what he said before, he didn't say that he is a good person or not a bad person.

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Song Huaizhun put his hand on the window sill, looking at the football field in the distance.

Jiang Huan was wearing a black tight top, black leggings, and black shorts.

good looking.

In the 40-minute class, he didn't pay attention to which subject he was taking until the end of get out of class.

When the get out of class bell rang, he quickly stood up, stepped over Liang Zhengyu, and went straight to the toilet downstairs.

He pushed the door open before the toilet room was locked, and inside was Jiang Huan holding his clothes and looking frightened.

Song Huaizhun entered the private room and locked it.

The single room in this toilet is the largest in the school, and few people come here. Every time Jiang Huan finishes playing football, he goes all the way here to change clothes.

"What are you doing?" Jiang Huan asked in surprise.

Song Huaizun looked Jiang Huan up and down, and finally fixed his eyes on Jiang Huan's waist, "Why don't you call me brother?"

Song Huaizhun put a hand on Jiang Huan's waist, and Jiang Huan's whole body trembled like an electric shock.Jiang Huan wanted to step back, but behind him was the toilet wall, so he really didn't want to lean up.

"Brother." Song Huaizhun grabbed Jiang Huan's waist fiercely.

"Brother!" Jiang Huan blurted out.

Song Huaizhun smiled in satisfaction, but his hand was still on Jiang Huan's waist.

"Find me after school." Song Huaizhun said.

"what?"

"Walk together."

After Song Huaizhun finished speaking, he touched Jiang Huan's waist, opened the door, and left.

When school was over, Jiang Huan really stood obediently at the gate of Song Huaizhun's class.Song Huaizhun packed his schoolbag satisfied, went out, and went home with Jiang Huan.

They were silent all the way until they reached the downstairs of Song Huaizhun's house.

"...Brother, see you again." Jiang Huan was about to run away after speaking.

"Wait a moment."

Jiang Huan stopped, "What's wrong, brother?"

"Are you busy tomorrow?" Song Huaizhun asked.

Jiang Huan scratched his head, "No...no."

"Come here then."

"what?"

"Come over to my house tomorrow."

"Oh... oh."

The next weekend, Jiang Huan bit the bullet and went out.He began to ink at eight o'clock in the morning, and didn't arrive at Song Huaizhun's house until after eleven o'clock.

"Are you here for dinner?" Song Huaizhun asked with a half-smile.

Jiang Huan said sheepishly, "No...it's not."

Song Huaizhun smiled slightly, "Go wash your hands and eat right away."

Jiang Huan's eyes were amazed by the dishes served. There was a big pot full of boiled beef.It's really full, a big pot! !

Jiang Huan, who wasn't too hungry at first, became very hungry all at once, and started to eat the rice that Song Huaizun handed him.

Since the beef was marinated with eggs and marinade last night, and the slices are very large, it tastes very tender and enjoyable.

"Brother, your cooking skills are really good," Jiang Huan said vaguely, "It's delicious."

Song Huaizun picked up the bottom with chopsticks and turned out the lettuce and lettuce underneath.

Jiang Huan thinks this is the only shortcoming of this dish.

"Eat vegetables." Song Huaizhun said.

"Uh-huh."

Jiang Huan readily agreed, but his body was so honest that he refused to even pick up a piece of lettuce.

"Eat vegetables."

"Uh-huh."

Jiang Huan's chopsticks seemed to be locked on the meat, and his trajectory of picking up vegetables could only go towards the meat.

Song Huaizun suddenly grabbed Jiang Huan's chopsticks, drastically changing the way he picked up meat, and directed him to pick up a piece of lettuce.

Jiang Huan looked at the green vegetables, and put them into his mouth forcefully, chewing a few mouthfuls before swallowing them.

Actually, it’s not as unpalatable as I imagined, especially the taste, which is spicy and a bit meaty, but the taste is average and a little throat-piercing.

While Jiang Huan was savoring, Song Huaizhun quickly picked up a lot of lettuce for Jiang Huan.

Jiang Huan wanted to cry, but looked at Song Huaizhun's majestic face, and had to compromise.

Jiang Huan started to feel drowsy after eating, and by the time Song Huaizun finished washing the dishes, he was almost falling asleep—on the dining chair.The sofa was somewhat of a shadow to him.

Looking at Jiang Huan's crooked back, Song Huaizun couldn't help but smile, and dragged Jiang Huan to his own bed in the bedroom.

Jiang Huan slept soundly this time, and when she woke up, all the troubles of tossing and turning last night disappeared, and she was even in a good mood.

When he opened his eyes, he realized that he was not in his room.The room was not big, but it was tidy, and there was one person sleeping on the opposite bed.

Jiang Huan spent a few seconds to clear his mind, then tiptoed out of bed and came to Song Huaizhun's bed.

Song Huaizun was sleeping, but he didn't seem to be sleeping comfortably, his eyebrows were furrowed, and his mouth was pursed into a line.

Why are you frowning so hard?

What's bothering you?

Song Huaizhun is very good-looking, especially the way he frowns, which is very masculine.

What the hell is masculinity?

Jiang Huan unconsciously moved closer and closer, he just wanted to understand why Song Huaizhun was troubled.

"what!"

Jiang Huan was pulled suddenly by Song Huaizhun and fell into his arms.

"Why are you looking at me?" Song Huaizhun's voice was rustling because he had just woken up.

Jiang Huan tried to struggle a few times, but there was a huge difference in strength between the two, so Jiang Huan quickly gave up.

"You sleep with your brows frowned, and I'll see what's going on." Jiang Huan said truthfully.

Both of them were not short, and it was really crowded to lie on a single bed. Even though Song Huaizun's half body was hanging in the air, the distance between them was still too close.

Song Huaizhun raised his hand suddenly, and Jiang Huan closed his eyes reflexively, shrinking his neck.

Song Huaizhun's hand fell on Jiang Huan's cheek.

Jiang Huan's first reaction was to breathe a sigh of relief.

It's not hitting me.

Song Huaizhun's movements were very gentle, and Jiang Huan felt quite comfortable touching his face...

Song Huaizun raised Jiang Huan's not-so-long head curtain, and kissed him lightly on the forehead.

Song Huaizhun kissed Jiang Huan at will, but he regretted it after the kiss.

He was afraid of scaring Jiang Huan.

Kissing the forehead is so weird.

For two of the same sex, it's weird to kiss anywhere.

Jiang Huan didn't know if he was frightened or not. His eyes were a little dazed, and he didn't speak or move.

Suddenly, a loud phone rang, breaking the deadlock.

Jiang Huan took out his mobile phone from his pocket in a panic, got up from the bed, and pressed the answer button.

"Um... um, got it, what time is it? Oh... oh... that's great, um... you've done a good job, I'll forward it to you later, um... you should also pay attention, and send a wechat message if there are any changes. "

Jiang Huan put down the phone, rolled his eyes, and turned to Song Huaizhun and said, "Brother, do you have any old clothes? Especially unremarkable ones, middle-aged uncle's clothes are also fine."

Song Huaizhun's father is shorter than Jiang Huan, but fortunately, his father's clothes are fatter, and Jiang Huan's clothes are quite suitable for Song's father.

Jiang Huan looked in the mirror and was very satisfied with the clothes. The dark green patchwork jacket and black slacks looked so good.He went to the bathroom again and splashed some water on the gel-soaked hair, letting the hair lie down, and it was more in place.

Looking at Jiang Huan's back, Song Huaizhun was in a trance.Dad doesn't have many clothes, and he only has those clothes when he comes and goes. This is what Dad often wears.Every time Dad went out, he would arrange his appearance in front of the full-length mirror, which was a daily routine that Song Huaizhun was used to.At this moment, Jiang Huan stood in front of the full-length mirror, just like his father before going to work every day...

"Brother, can you do me a favor?" Jiang Huan asked.

Seeing that Song Huaizhun nodded, Jiang Huan continued: "You also find a change of clothes, and I will go out with me to do some errands later."

Song Huaizhun found father's largest size clothes, but after putting them on, they didn't smell that good.

Maybe it's because middle-aged people don't have such a good figure, Jiang Huan thought.

Jiang Huan saw a hat hanging in the closet, took it out and put it on for Song Huaizhun, and said, "Brother, don't be so tall and straight, bend your waist when you walk."

The two took a taxi to a hotel, turned to the staff passage on the side, saw no one around, and slipped in.

A few employees came one after another in the corridor, and Jiang Huan and Song Huaizhun walked calmly with their heads slightly lowered.

Jiang Huan didn't tell Song Huaizhun what he was going to do, but he said that he would listen to the arrangement later and try to be as natural as possible, and if someone asked, he said that we are outsourced repairmen for the hotel.

Jiang Huan seemed to know the way very well, turned left and right to a glass door, pressed the combination lock, the door clicked open, and the two quickly entered.

Jiang Huan stopped, opened one of the many rooms, and beckoned Song Huaizhun to go in together.

This is a dressing room, the room is not big, there are several makeup mirrors and a clothes rack.The makeup mirror is full of cosmetics, and three dresses are hung on the hangers.

"Brother, help me keep watch at the door," Jiang Huan said to Song Huaizhun, "You don't need to go out, just open the door so you can see outside."

Song Huai agreed to do so.

Jiang Huan picked up the mobile phone and took a photo of the three dresses first, then took out the key from the back pocket, opened a mini invisible gun on the keychain, and scratched at the three dresses.

"Brother, come here, hold these three dresses, I'll take a picture." Jiang Huan said.

Song Huaizhun closed the door, and held up the three beggar's clothes full of scratches as Jiang Huan said.

Jiang Huan raised his phone, "Brother, I don't take pictures of my face, so hold it lower."

After taking the photo, Jiang Huan hung up his clothes, and then left the hotel with Song Huaizun.

After walking away, Jiang Huan took out his mobile phone and sent a WeChat message, attaching two photos, before and after making the beggar clothes.

The two got into the car and replied to WeChat on the other side.

Lan Junzhu: Xiaohuan did a great job, and my mother is very happy.

Lan Junzhu: Heart.gifxN

With a ding sound, Jiang Huan's account received 10w.

"Ha~" Jiang Huan couldn't help laughing.

He opened the mobile banking and transferred out [-].

A net profit of [-] inside and outside, worth it!

Putting down the phone, he faced Song Huaizhun's questioning face.

Jiang Huan couldn't help laughing a few more times, and then said to Song Huaizhun, "It was my mother who gave me the money. It's a bit complicated to talk about, so I'll keep it simple."

Jiang Huan organized his words and said: "The broken clothes belong to my sister, who is half-brother. My mother hates my sister so much, so I just make my mother happy. The broken clothes are bad for my sister. It’s nothing to say, at most you won’t have to wear it for a while at the press conference. It’s not a big press conference in the first place, so it doesn’t affect anything.”

After Jiang Huan finished speaking, he laughed again, "My mother is so naive. She is an artist, and her ideas are different from us ordinary people." Jiang Huan said, turned on the phone and entered her mother's name, "You can search online, I Mom’s painting, pure art, doesn’t make money, not only doesn’t make money, but also loses money, her paintings have a price but no market.”

Jiang Huan opened the webpage, and there were a bunch of colorful paintings on it. I couldn't tell what the paintings were. They were very abstract, but the colors were very beautiful.

"You don't understand what this painting is about, ha." Jiang Huan said, "One piece is hundreds of thousands, but no one buys it, only my dad buys it. All the paintings in his office are my mother's paintings. Alas , in fact, my father is very kind to my mother, but my mother is too serious..."

Jiang Huan smacked his lips and continued: "Let's not talk about them. You see, I made three clothes today and earned 9w, ha! How easy it is to make money. Oh, [-] was transferred to an assistant of my sister, Jiang Huan blinked, "He is my insider."

Jiang Huan patted Song Huaizhun's shoulder seriously, "There is half of my brother in this 9w, or I will transfer it to you."

Song Huaizhun shook his head with a smile, "No need." He liked to see Jiang Huan talking non-stop.

vivid.

Jiang Huan said: "Brother, don't want it. How about... let's go shopping together next week, and I will swipe my card for whatever I like."