The boss always thought we were looking at each other

Yan Yu was startled, looked up at He Ci, and unconsciously clenched the corner of his clothes.

Facing those closed eyes, Yan Yu suddenly remembered that the first time he met these eyes, he only remembered that those eyes were so cold that it made people feel chills.

The phrase "Did you fight?" was held in my heart, and I felt flustered.

He Ci fought.

Because he fights, this is the second time.

The moment he couldn't help lowering his head, Yan Yu's eyes were sore, and the tip of his nose was also sour.

The breeze outside the window was blowing gently, and the curtains by the window were also fluttering. The class bell rang, the long and intense sound, and the sound of tables and chairs colliding from those people who hurried back to their positions.

Yan Yu seemed to hear nothing.

He held the tiramisu in his arms, without saying a word, for no reason, it came from his side safely, with a fragrance of laundry detergent, like a solid support, completely protecting him.

He knew that He Ci was sitting beside him.

"What are you crying for?"

He Ci quietly copied the main points in the textbook, knowing that he was wronged without looking up.

Maybe it was because he knew he was fighting, maybe it was because he was disobedient.

A ray of clear sunlight came in through the screen window, just right, and fell on the tip of He Ci's pen. On the crimson page, wherever the pen tip touched, the handwriting was clear and powerful, very much like him, old-fashioned yet outrageous. People feel at ease.

After drawing the final period, He Ci pushed the notebook towards him, and there was a layer of paper towels with the fragrance of daisies on it.

"Don't cry, the corner of his mouth is broken, and some blood is on my body, I'll pay attention next time."

He Ci pursed his lips tightly, "I won't scare you."

It's okay if he didn't coax him at first, but after he coaxed him, he felt more and more hypocritical, and his eyes staring at He Ci became more red, and the corners of his naturally drooping eyes were dizzy with a light layer of water vapor, and the color of his lips changed with his temper. , also more and more red.

This look is really pitiful.

Poor and alluring.

He Ci moved his Adam's apple calmly, and after a moment of silence, he looked away, imitating Yan Yu's coaxing method last time, stretched out his hand, and handed it to Yan Yu.

"I lied to you, you can hit me."

He Ci's hand was very big, Yan Yu's fist was placed on it, and through a thin layer of cocoon, it could barely cover He Ci's palm.

Fucking his fingers, Yan Yu flicked his palm twice.

He Ci's eyelashes also trembled following those two twitches, and Yan Yibing felt agitated when he saw that even his fingertips were cold and wanted to be sucked into his mouth.

"Sauce sauce."

He Ci looked up in a daze.

Yan Yu propped up half of his face, and He Ci, who had sharp eyebrows and eyes in front of him, would he be as obedient in front of Yu Ying as he was in front of him.

My heart suddenly felt a little sour.

"You will be so kind to Ying?"

**

Zhao Qingqing's show was reported, and when they sent the finished script to them, Yan Yu knew that what they were going to play was a cross-dressing.

A large group of people were forced to bow their heads by Lao Jiang to participate.

At the moment, I am holding the script, and I look at me awkwardly in the auditorium, and I look at you.

"Farewell, Sister Zhao!" Lu Xuan sat on the edge of the stage with a look of lovelessness, "I really can't play this Cinderella's stepmother. Have you ever seen a 1.8-meter-two stepmother with full chest muscles!"

"That's right," Li Zeming on the side complained, "I'm really not good at playing Cinderella's sister, why don't you let me try to play his father, or I'll play the prince, how about I play the prince!?"

Li Zeming excitedly showed his biceps to Zhao Weiwei.

"If it doesn't work anymore, Wang Nan's tree, can I act on that tree?"

Wang Nan grieved bitterly: "...Don't take my role, Brother Ming."

Zhao Qingwei paid some class fees from Lao Jiang, and it happened that her sister's house opened a photo studio, so she rented the clothes here.

Right now, I'm struggling in a pile of clothes, and I'm so busy.

"Be content, everyone, Yan Yu has already gone inside for a dress audition, hurry up and line up to get the clothes!"

Li Shaojie next to him wanted to help her, but when he saw the dark-faced He Ci standing next to him, he immediately had a conditioned reflex, remembering that he was beaten by He Ci, except for the corner of his mouth, where he couldn't see any wounds on his body, but his whole body hurt. The foot that went out was retracted neatly.

He only remembered that He Ci was extremely frightening that day, like a vicious wolf.

"I'm not a good person, and I don't have a bottom line." He Ci cut his arms back and pressed him against the wall, the rage in his bones almost overflowing, "but Yan Yu is not."

"Do you want to try to challenge my bottom line?"

Li Shaojie thought of He Ci's vicious look that day, he was afraid of being retaliated, and he didn't even dare to tell Lao Jiang about it.

For a moment, Li Shaojie only felt that the chill on the other side was getting worse, and couldn't help but took a few steps back.

"Ci Jiang!" A figurative call came from the cubicle where the clothes were changed, "Come and help me, I can't zip up!"

He Ci's breath stagnates, of course he knows what Yan Yu is doing inside, his face turns red when he shouts, and before anyone else finds out, he is nowhere to be seen where He Ci was standing.

The compartments in the auditorium are not too small. For the convenience of everyone changing clothes, the compartments have even been partitioned, but it is indeed a bit small to accommodate two adolescent boys at the moment.

Yan Yu reached out to reach the zipper on the back, but still couldn't reach it.

The light blue fluffy skirt hangs loosely on Yan Yu's body, wrapping around a thin waistline, which complements his dazzling white back even more.

Yan Yu couldn't handle it in time, grabbed the left shoulder strap, and the right one slid down.

He Ci hastily turned his head, facing the huge cosmetic mirror, he breathed heavily for no reason.

He clearly saw the exquisite butterfly bones fluttering in the mirror, as well as his eyes surging with lust.

"Why should I be nice to him?"

He remembered the faint joy in Yan Yu's eyes when he answered this question, and he felt a little overjoyed.

Yan Yu turned around, saw He Ci who was stunned behind him, and waved at him, "Why are you turning your head around, you are all boys, why are you embarrassed?"

"Come here and help me!"

Seeing that he couldn't come over, Yan Yu simply hugged the fluffy skirt, walked towards He Ci with a rattle, took his hand, and put it on the zipper around his waist.

"Just pull it up!"

He Ci had always been dull, but now that he was so close to Yan Yu, he couldn't help breathing lightly and lightly. He gathered his clothes around his waist with both hands, and brushed his slim waist that was slippery like water inadvertently, and his thoughts were emptied for a moment.

The tip of He Ci's nose became hot, and something flowed out uncontrollably.

Rubbing the fingertips, a piece of bright red.

He hastily wiped the paper towels on the table, and hurriedly pulled up Yan Yu's clothes without looking directly at him. Before he turned around and could go out, Yan Yu grabbed his wrist.

"Jiangjiang, why are you running?" Yan Yu straightened the dress under his feet, raised his head, and saw He Ci's flushed face and the people who hadn't wiped off the blood, and burst out laughing with a 'puchi'.

"What are you laughing at?" He Ci looked at him fiercely.

Yan Yu suppressed his smile, took a wet wipe from the table, pressed He Ci against the door, tiptoed, and carefully wiped the blood on him.

"Don't laugh, don't laugh!"

Yan Yu's skirt was too big, and he couldn't stand on tiptoe, so he had to support He Ci with his whole body.

The person he likes is right in front of him, and the two are separated by a thin layer of skirt, He Ci can almost feel Yan Yu's cold body temperature being melted by him little by little.

My mind became hot, and I couldn't help gushing out again.

There was a shallow breathing sound next to my ear, with low-pitched teasing and mocking, "Hey, you haven't seen the movie, have you?"

The author has something to say: He Ci: Next up, thank you.

Words: He is so hypocritical.

Tiramisu: Just ask.

Zhao Qingqing: Young people can't stand this little temptation?

Lu Xuan: I suggest you change your life in another city.

3感谢在2021-06-1918:19:15~2021-06-2021:14:16期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel of irrigation nutrient solution: Mi Heng 4 bottles;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard