gentle trap

Because he came from behind, his seat was at the back, while Ying Qingyuan sat in the front row.

Sitting next to the other party is a delicate girl. Because of their relationship at the same table, the two always discuss in class.

The appearance of whispering looks very intimate.

The tip of the pen pressed against his cheek, Yu Fei felt a little sore.

Although he knew it was just a normal classroom discussion, he couldn't help but think of the scene when he came here in the morning.

As in the past, when he brought Ying Qingyuan breakfast, he found that he was not the only one in the classroom, and Ying Qingyuan's deskmate also came.

Yu Fei has a little impression of each other. He and Ying Qingyuan are in the same class and are also a top student. They are currently ranked No.18 in the grade.

Xiang Zhiyan is a poetic and picturesque name.

As the name suggests, even if he is only handsome, his temperament is very good.

Maybe he was too cautious. When he saw the other party, he was like an enemy, and his whole body shouted for him to be on guard.

When he put the breakfast on Ying Qingyuan's table, he heard the other party say that he had too much hand cream, and asked Ying Qingyuan if he needed it.

what to do!what to do!

When the hand cream is squeezed too much, just suck it back, what do you do for other people's wives? !

He also bought Xiangxiang, but because it was an orange flavor he found online, it would take a few days to get it.

So angry, yesterday he thought of such a wonderful way to get close to his wife, but someone got ahead of him.

Fortunately, Ying Qingyuan politely rejected the other party, which made Yu Fei feel a little better.

I don't know if it's because he is thinking too much, or because he always pays so much attention to what happened in the morning, Yu Fei is getting more and more uncomfortable looking at the two people's backs.

Near the water tower, get the month first.

Coupled with the fact that the other party's grades are better than his own, Yu Fei always has no idea.

When school was over, Ying Qingyuan packed things very slowly, and when he came to him, his hand speed was a little faster, as if the slow motion just now was to wait for him.

Just when Yu Fei was about to reach out to meet Qingyuan's backpack, the one who hadn't left said to Zhiyan: "Student Ying and Classmate Yu have such a good relationship, we even have to leave the cram school together after school."

That's not right, I do my winter vacation homework in the afternoon together.

Yu Fei pursed his lips, holding back all the words he wanted to vent, without uttering a single word.

It's better not to be known by the other party, if they say they want to be together, then he will lose a lot.

Ying Qingyuan was looking at the drawer to see if he had missed anything, and when he heard the other person's words, he just raised his head: "My relationship with Brother Fei has always been very good, isn't it normal?"

Seeing the other party's speechless appearance, Yu Fei felt secretly refreshed. Although he knew that as a boy, he was not a gentleman when he saw a girl's joke, but he couldn't feel any pity, and his whole body was lit with red lights saying The other party is a rival.

He tried his best to find Ying Qingyuan who spoke exactly like him.

"Let's go first, goodbye." Ying Qingyuan said goodbye to the other party politely, the girl who was still staying there was at a loss, waved her hands slightly, and said goodbye to the boy.

Ying Qingyuan walked ahead and quickly opened the door.

The cold wind that hit their faces made both of them shiver. As if they had made an appointment, they shrank their necks subconsciously. After looking at each other in astonishment, they couldn't help but smile at each other.

"What do you think of her?" The two of them walked side by side on the sidewalk, and the light snow fell on their bodies and turned into water in an instant, blurring into a thick color on their clothes: "She seems to be doing very well in her studies. "

"Student Xiang?" Ying Qingyuan seemed to think about it for a while: "I don't have any memories, and we haven't talked about anything for a semester. I just got in touch with her yesterday. I don't have a deep impression of her."

Hearing Ying Qingyuan's answer, Yu Fei was secretly relieved, and pretended to ask casually: "She is quite good-looking, her facial features are not very outstanding, but they are considered correct, and she has an indescribable temperament." .”

Before he could finish his words, Ying Qingyuan stopped walking, and he also stopped.

Standing in the light snow, the boy reached out to flip his hat that blocked his sight, looked up at him, showing his face flushed from the cold: "Brother Fei, do you like her?"

The overly straightforward question made Yu Fei unexpected, especially the serious appearance of the young man made him panic for a moment.

Could my wife really misunderstand that she likes someone else?

He swore he would be faithful to his wife.

"You've just started studying. It's not very good to fall in love at this time, and it may take up a lot of your time." The young man seemed stubborn to wait for an answer from him. He raised his head and didn't feel that his neck was tired. Xiaoxue fell on his face, turned into crystal clear water droplets, and disappeared in an instant.

"Although she did a good job on the questions, her thinking is not particularly clear, and what she tells you is not very careful. It is not particularly helpful to you now."

Yu Fei was stunned, and stared blankly at the other party. In a panic, he didn't know if he wanted to ask, or if he didn't know what to say and just asked casually:

"What if it was you?"

All of a sudden, all the thoughts hidden under a semester burst out with these words, and the temperature in the cold winter that could not be lowered by the flying fine snow turned into cold and hot in the air alternately when he said it. There was a wisp of white smoke.

That was his heat, his joy.

Ying Qingyuan was also stunned, and his face turned red all of a sudden: "I didn't mean to boast that I gave a particularly good lecture, I just think it's too early for you to fall in love, Brother Fei, and you are already tired enough from the school team basketball training , and then I still have to study, fall in love, and help me cook, which is very hard."

But if it's helping your boyfriend cook, wouldn't it be so hard?

What the boy said didn't mean to agree with the puppy love, Yu Fei sighed silently in his heart, and with all his strength he suppressed his thoughts, stretched out his fingers and flicked Ying Qingyuan's forehead lightly, giving him a chestnut : "Don't worry, I just have you as a god of learning to give me lectures. No one is better than my teacher Xiao Ying."

What he likes is not studying at all, what he likes is Ying Qingyuan who likes to study.

Fool.

Clutching his forehead, Ying Qingyuan glared at him angrily, then walked towards the old place.

On the ground covered with a thin layer of frost was a series of footprints of the boy, and Yu Fei happily followed behind him, stepping forward on his footsteps.

"Why didn't you use her hand cream?"

"Of course it's because I've finished painting."

"Then what if you didn't paint it?"

"Then I don't need it either."

"What if it's mine." Yu Fei took a step and stood behind Ying Qingyuan.At this time, the young man had already stopped, and when he turned around, the distance between the two of them was only a punch away, and when the other party raised his eyes, his eyes were full of stars: "If it's Brother Fei, I don't mind painting it again. "

He found that his wife occasionally knew how to kill him.

The author says:

I can only use hehehe to express my heart at the moment.

When I was copying the human body, I thought there was a scene that was very suitable for Brother Fei and Xiaoying, so I touched Xiaofei and Xiaoying hehehe, the Weibo line draft followed the coloring~ Weibo guide: Rihuahuayeye.

Look at my avatar~ Hehehe, you can use it as your avatar if you want.

There is no one more miserable than this author, who writes his own articles and produces his own food.