you have the ability to wear a skirt

Fang Zilu blinked, and it took him a long time to realize which "underneath" is.

As an innocent little virgin who has never even been in love, he felt that this sentence was very exciting.

"No, didn't you disagree?" Fang Zilu's mouth was full of rust, "You agreed again?"

Why so casual?

"Yes, can't you?" Jian Liangyi's eyes turned red slightly, and even her voice became hoarse, "If you think it's okay, take off your pants and lie on your stomach, otherwise..."

Fang Zilu didn't wait for him to finish speaking, he bent his knees and pushed the other person's abdomen, and grabbed Jian Liangyi's shoulders, pushing him down on the bed.

There was a muffled "kuang", and the iron bed "creaked" several times due to the unbearable weight.

"Jian Liangyi," Fang Zilu restrained his breathing, trying to make himself look calmer, "What's the matter with you?"

Jian Liangyi closed her eyes, her breathing was a little heavy.

His chest heaved violently, as if it was Fang Zilu who said those messy words just now.

Everyone would be angry.

"Go away." He was so tired that he spoke with a trace of weakness.

Fang Zilu hesitated for a moment, and finally let go of the other party.

Jian Liangyi's wrist hurt from being scratched, she pulled the quilt around her and buried herself in it.

The scorching breath is stuffed under the thin silk, and the face of the steamed person is hot.

He remembered that it was the same not long ago, his whole body was so hot that the temperature could not be lowered even with cold water.

It was also Fang Zilu, holding him through the material of the clothes, that slowed himself down.

How come there are Fangzi roads everywhere?

He really couldn't stay in the same place with this person.

Jian Liang wanted to leave again, Fang Zilu went out the door first, and ran to Liao Ming's dormitory to take refuge in the corridor.

"Brother Lu?" Liao Ming was lying on the bed playing with his mobile phone, "Why are you here?"

Fang Zilu threw himself on the stool: "I don't know!"

Tang Xiao closed the door again, met Liao Ming's eyes, and went about his own business.

Fang Zilu felt uncomfortable, and sat for a long time holding his breath, and he didn't want to talk to anyone who talked to him.

After a while, he felt that he was going to explode, so he went out and knocked on the door of Jiang Sheng's bedroom.

Jiang Sheng just took a shower, and the neckline of his short sleeves was still stained with water.

Fang Zilu directly raised his hand and strangled his neck, and led him to the narrow balcony at the end of the dormitory corridor amidst the other party's exclamation of "hey hey".

"What are you doing?!"

It wasn't until the small door was closed that Jiang Sheng shook off the arm that was around his neck.

When he opened the door just now, it was as if he had been kidnapped. If he hadn't been in the student dormitory, he really wanted to howl.

On the surface, Fang Zilu looked like a dog and was smiling all day long. If it made him go crazy like a psycho, Jiang Sheng would not be able to provoke him.

"Give me a cigarette."

Fang Zi leaned against the railing, raised his hand, and waited there like a prince.

Jiang Sheng scolded Sheng Niang secretly in his heart, but obediently took a cigarette from his pocket and gave it to him.

Fang Zilu squeezed the cigarette, and his temper flared up again: "It's on fire!"

Jiang Sheng had no choice but to resign himself to lighting the fire for the prince.

It's really unlucky to remind me that I provoked an uncle not long after the start of school.

Jiang Sheng was depressed and didn't dare to leave. He also lit a cigarette and smoked silently while keeping a diagonal distance from Fang Zilu on the balcony.

"You and Jian Liangyi knew each other before." Fang Zilu smoked a cigarette sullenly, then turned to look at Jiang Sheng with displeasure, "Tell me."

Jiang Sheng was confused: "What did you say?"

"How do I know!?" Fang Zilu bluffed and turned on all the lights in the corridor.

He raised his eyelids and looked at the ceiling, and belatedly realized that it was getting late, so he lowered his voice again: "Say everything you know."

Jiang Sheng curled his lips, looking at Fang Zilu with complicated eyes.

"I don't know much about his family."

Huaicheng is a small place, and it was a small dilapidated village more than ten years ago.

At that time, the standard of living was not high, and some children from poor families had problems eating.

Jian Liangyi's family is a well-known big family in the village, but in his father's generation, they have already squandered the family fortune.

However, a skinny camel is bigger than a horse, and Jian Liangyi's father has always lived in style.

One day, he brought back a woman who looked like a celebrity, and she was married after holding a wedding banquet.

Jian Liangyi was born in winter, his father's factory couldn't continue, so his mother planned to sell the factory and build a new clothing factory.

During those years, they could earn money by doing anything. The husband and wife set up a clothing factory together, and their mother hired a group of models to shoot advertisements.

Later, the children's clothing business picked up again, and his mother was very far-sighted and prepared in advance.

Jian Liangyi was five or six years old at the time, and was pulled to be a children's clothing model.

Because of her good looks, she quickly became famous.

His father found out that letting his son take pictures would make more money than selling clothes, so regardless of Jian Liangyi's mother's objection, he started taking Jian Liangyi to take pictures everywhere.

Later, the garment factory closed down, and Jian Liangyi's parents also divorced.

Jian Liangyi followed her father and continued to run around the world.

There are more and more styles and patterns of clothes he needs to try on.

There is no shortage of women's clothing and skirts of all kinds.

Jian Liangyi was also dressed.

"There are always perverts in the world, and there are always fathers who are not human." Jiang Sheng lit the cigarette ash on his fingertips, "You understand?"

Fang Zilu's temples twitched, and his heart tightened instantly.

"Don't look at me like that," Jiang Sheng was stared at with horror, "I admit that I'm not a good person, but I never do anything to children."

"Fuck," Fang Zilu felt as if his throat was being pulled by a tractor.Rolled back and forth four or five times, "And then?"

"Then," Jiang Sheng actually laughed, "then Jian Liangyi called the police."

"..."

Fang Zilu took the whole pack of cigarettes from Jiang Sheng, bowed his head and lit one

He couldn't figure out what kind of mood a ten-year-old boy ran to the police station to call the police.

He also couldn't figure out how Jian Liangyi told this series of things to others, and then said that the man was his father.

"Is it useful?" Fang Zilu asked.

"It is useless in principle," Jiang Sheng shrugged, "but at that time a lawyer took over the case and made things worse."

Fang Zilu turned around and looked at Jiang Sheng.

Jiang Sheng: "It's Feng Min's mother."

After Jiang Sheng finished speaking, he went back to the dormitory to sleep. Fang Zilu smoked on the balcony until midnight, and made a general outline of the strange or abrupt details before.

Back then, when Jian Liangyi was in the bathroom burning all over, she said such decisive and harsh words just because she touched him.

And he wears skirts, especially when he walks with Feng, he wears skirts every time.

Jian Liang said that Fang Zilu didn't know anything, and Fang Zilu really didn't know anything.

He is a complete outsider, he can only see that Feng Min is not a good person.

Maybe Jian Liangyi also knows.

But that doesn't change anything.

It was almost two o'clock in the middle of the night, Fang Zilu came out from the balcony.

In the dark corridor, there is a place where there is a light.

Jian Liangyi left a crack in the door, no need for a key, just push it in.

Fang Zilu smelled badly of cigarettes, and saw Jian Liangyi sitting at the table, stepping on the edge of the stool with one leg bent, as dull as before.

He suddenly felt a little distressed, but he had no right to feel distressed.

After silently closing the door, Fang Zilu picked up his collar and smelled it, thinking about it or going to take a bath.

Jian Liangyi didn't raise her head, as if Fang Zilu didn't exist.

"Still sleeping?" Fang Zilu asked in a low voice before walking into the bathroom.

Jian Liangyi put down her pen and took off both earphones: "Let's change dorms."

Fang Zilu paused: "Why?"

Jian Liang said concisely: "No reason."

Fang Zilu put a dry towel on his shoulder: "Is it okay if I made a mistake?"

Jian Liangyi didn't seem to expect this development, blinked her eyes twice, and then went back to writing the topic.

"Give me a chance." Fang Zilu leaned against the door frame of the bathroom, his whole body began to sneer, "You accept all the flowers from my little sisters."

Jian Liang paused the tip of her pen, and turned her head to look at Fang Zilu with a little bit of anger in her eyes.

"I'm chasing you, you're chasing him," Fang Zilu spread his hands, promoting himself to Jian Liangyi, "You can even use me to make him feel a sense of crisis."

"I, point and hit, let me go east or west."

"I am a tool man."

"Tool man, Fang."

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Jian Liangyi: His eyes gradually become suspicious.