Back in high school, I attacked my rival

He Zhixiu rubbed him carefully according to his strength, wrapped his other arm around his waist, and brought him to the sofa next to him.

It did hit him, and he obviously felt a little bulge in the palm of his hand.

He asked Jie Qingyang to turn over and lie on his stomach, and carefully checked the position of the knock.

A small bag bulged, but fortunately, it was not a big problem.

He pressed it with his hand.

"Don't be ashamed, take it easy, you just want me to die, don't you?" Jie Qingyang pushed him away with his backhand, furious.

But his strength was pitifully weak, and he couldn't even grab He Zhixiu's clothes.

He Zhixiu was slightly puzzled, what did he hear just now?

He pressed viciously.

"Ah!" Jie Qingyang jumped up, "I knew you were plotting something wrong and wanted to take the opportunity to kill me."

He Zhixiu was amused by his stubbornness, sat on the sofa, happy alone.

"Who on earth is trying to plot something wrong, invite me to a movie, and pour me alcohol?" He raised his eyebrows.

Jie Qingyang lay on the other side of the sofa, with his legs resting on the soft cushions, his hands resting on the back of his head, squinting comfortably, the spot where his head hit was caught by the head of the sofa, and he frowned, "Do you have any good plans? When are you going to leave, can you leave early, you are very hindering me. "

He Zhixiu suppressed the smile on his lips, looked silently at the slightly drunk young man, and murmured, "I'll be leaving soon," "Well," Jie Qingyang's tone improved a lot when he heard what he liked to hear, and he comforted him. Get up, "Wherever you go, you are very popular. Besides, Nangao Temple is small, and it really can't hold your big Buddha. Why do you come here?"

That's right, why did he come to a place so far away from Beijing? There is no need to travel so far for an internship.

Jie Qingyang's mind was clouded with thoughts, and he couldn't figure it out.

If you drink too much alcohol, your brain can still drink, but your body can't keep up.

He Zhixiu didn't answer his call, took out his mobile phone, and dialed the number Zhou Ao called last time.

"Hello," as soon as Zhou Aoqing's voice came from the other end of the phone, Jie Qingyang pounced on him, pushed He Zhixiu down, then snatched the phone tightly, "Don't call my mother. "

The smell of alcohol mixed with the ups and downs of each other's breath sprayed between the two of them.

"You are really hateful!" Jie Qingyang tried his best to open his eyes and narrowed his eyes to stare at him, "My mother knows that I will be sad like this, do you understand how to feel sorry for the parents of the world?"

"You know you still do this? You know how to fight for wine at such a young age." "Isn't it... because of you." Jie Qingyang choked up, his eyes soaked in wine were particularly misty, "You will steal my wife, and I will never marry you in my life." It’s just such a wife, can you give it to me?”

Seeing his pitiful appearance, He Zhixiu suddenly stretched out his hand to straighten the soft hair on his forehead, smoothing each one, completely revealing his red face, he coaxed: "Okay, why not."

Jie Qingyang's goal for many days was finally achieved, the hanging boulder fell, and he stopped messing around, and fell asleep lying on He Zhixiu's body.

When he woke up the next day and found that he was sleeping in a hotel, he was dizzy and thought that he was drinking and having sex again, and history was repeating itself, so he hurriedly got out of bed and shouted, "Yan Jiajia, Yan Jiajia," halfway through shouting, his mind slowly cleared up, He was reborn as a student.

Can't mess it up.

"Why are you called Yan Jiajia in this situation?" He Zhixiu came out of the bathroom after washing, "Could it be that the two of you have..."

Jie Qingyang was startled, and blurted out without thinking, "Why are you here?! Did you sleep with me last night?"

He still remembered that He Zhixiu liked to sleep naked/sleeping.Well, I should thank the shameless, I was so drunk last night that I was drunk!I still want to appreciate the other party's drunken madness, but in the end, it's the opposite, so.

He asked cautiously, "My wine is still there, okay, did you mess around?" At the same time, he stared at He Zhixiu, from the top of his head to his feet, and the exposed parts with his eyes.

There is no trace on the surface, but what about the inside of the clothes?

He knew why Xiu was so strict.

"What's wrong with you?" He Zhixiu lowered his head to check himself, and there was nothing wrong.

"I asked, did I do anything to you?"

He Zhixiu asked, "What can you do? Or what do you want to do?"

Jie Qingyang tried his best to think back, the fragment was not so weak, but he remembered that he fell on the sofa, and then, what happened after coming to the hotel?

However, "I don't have the strength to do what I want to do."

He couldn't beat He Zhixiu.And maybe you can tell the gender after drinking...

Now I am completely relieved.

His wine taste is very poor, so he does not allow himself to get drunk, and his drinking capacity is infinite. Yesterday, he forgot that he was still a high school student, so he rashly went to drink.

Missteps. Missteps.

He Zhixiu came to his senses at this moment, "Why do you think your wine quality is bad? Who told you that?" At the end, he added, "That person must not understand you very well."

Who said it, Yan Jiajia said it, he and Yan Jiajia met at a reception, he just took over Jiejia's Daxia Group not long ago, but he is also the youngest president in the circle.

Naturally hang around in various entertainments and banquets.

At that time, Yan Jiajia was mature and beautiful, elegant and graceful, with bright red and sexy lips, and a small and delicate face.

As soon as he made his debut, he won the love of all the bosses, and Jie Qingyang, who was a blank sheet of paper emotionally, fell under Pomegranate's skirt without incident, and felt that he was in love at that time.

And Yan Jiajia seemed to like him very much, so they kept contact information with each other.

Later, I went on my first date, and it was this time that the date turned over. Jie Qingyang knew that he couldn’t drink very much. He used to just bury his head in his books. When he first came into contact with business culture, he made a lot of jokes. He didn’t understand the wine table culture. Every time, the secretary specially arranged by his father blocked it.

So he basically didn't drink much.

But the beauty was by his side, and the atmosphere was in place. He refused to drink, which seemed so disappointing.

He and Yan Jiajia both drank a lot that time, and then they had sex...

He liked this woman from the bottom of his heart, and he was willing to take responsibility.

But it must not happen a second time, so I started to practice drinking.

"What are you talking about?" Jie Qingyang ran back to get his own clothes to wear.

"You drink very well, you are very good, you only know how to sleep." He Zhixiu commented pertinently.

Jie Qingyang was dubious and didn't reply. He couldn't tell who was telling the truth and who was lying, or had his life changed?how could be.

"I have to go back, my mother must be worried."

He put on his clothes and ran away as if fleeing.

Things that I couldn't understand in the previous life are a little clear now.

At that time, Yan Jiajia was like a glass of swaying red wine with intoxicating fragrance, she could be called a stunner in the world.

How could he fall in love with a fledgling kid who has nothing but money.

He admits that he is handsome, but Yan Jiajia has passed the age of looking at men's appearance, and it is obvious that she is not like that either. Since she was a child, there is no shortage of good-looking men around her, so there is a big problem.

Jie Qingyang thought about it all the way home, but he couldn't come back from the dead, so he went back and asked to understand.

"Mom, what are you doing?"

He squeezed into the cramped kitchen and poked his head up to watch.

"I'll cook something delicious for you. It's hard to take a long vacation, so you don't have to make up for it. How do you feel about this monthly exam?"

He didn't mention the fact that he didn't return all night last night. This is the tacit trust between mother and child.

But raising grades is a bit hurtful.

"It should be okay, Mom, do you care about this?"

Zhou Aoqing seemed to smell something, and frowned, "Son, did you drink yesterday?" He poured a glass of boiled water for Jie Qingyang.

"...Well, I drank some beer, don't worry, I didn't drink much," "You promised me that you will transfer to the liberal arts class, and your grades will not drop. Although the scores in the liberal arts are not as high as those in the sciences, you still have to be ranked No. [-] one."

"Cough, cough, cough," Jie Qingyang almost choked out the water he just drank, "Mom, it's a liberal arts, it can't be compared with science."

"It's not that I haven't studied. Your mother was also from a liberal arts background. As long as your scores in language and mathematics can't beat No. 2 in seconds, and you have memorized comprehensive literature, your brain is not too bad."

But his brain is really poor, he held the cup, and asked reverently: "Mom, if, I mean if, I don't do well in the exam this time, yes, how about it?"

Zhou Aoqing stroked his forehead with a gentle hand, and tilted his head, "How unsatisfactory, the math is lower than 150? Or can't take 130 in Chinese."

"..."

Jieqing took the paper from the living room and wiped his mother's sweat, "Great mother, let me cook. You sit on the sofa and have a rest."

Zhou Aoqing said: "Go to the room to study, I'll call you when it's done."

Directly ignore his legitimate and reasonable demands.

Reading is indeed beneficial, but it also has disadvantages. He was too well protected before, lacking experience and world experience.

If it wasn't for Dad's health, he probably wouldn't have let him get started so quickly. The Great Xia Group was destroyed in his hands.

So education like his parents is not advisable.

"Mom, lend me your mobile phone." Halfway through, he folded it back.

I want to know what is He Zhixiu's phone number.

Some things still need to be asked.