Long Island High School

The next day, You Xing asked, "How is it?"

He Wenzhou recalled the noble back last night, raised his eyebrows at You Xing, and smiled mysteriously: "That's it."

"I don't believe it, there must be ghosts in your heart!"

You Xing wanted to ask again, but He Wenzhou refused to say a word.

Judging from the situation last night, he was sure that Song Jing had no friends, and the night market was an old residential area, where only retired old people would live...Why would he live there?

In any case, everything is a godsend.

When Song Jing came in, He Wenzhou's eyes locked on him immediately.He Wenzhou obediently wore his school uniform today, white shirt and blue pants, so ugly, but he loved it.

The always unrestrained person appeared in front of him cleanly, and Song Jing gave him a benevolent glance.The tall and handsome boy bent over to read his neatly written notes: "Lend me to copy."

"Have you nothing else to do?"

The boy suddenly squatted down and lay on his desk, innocently and obediently said: "Did you drink the milk?"

Song Jing looked at him at the same level: "No."

Song Jing returned all the things that He Wenzhou gave him before.I thought he would accept the carton of milk last night.

"Oh, I'm going to be very sad if you do this."

Song Jing frowned: "What exactly do you want?"

"You promised to have dinner with me, then I'm so happy."

The boy winked at him slyly. His handsome face had majestic eyebrows, smiling eyes, wet like a puppy's eyes, as if he would play tricks if he didn't agree to him.

But Song Jing was like the ice and snow on a high mountain, unmoved.

"Do you treat everyone else like this?"

"I only do this to you."

A lock of hair fell and was blown away by the boy.

"That's going to disappoint you. I'm sorry for this kind of boring game."

Song Jing stood up and walked to the locker outside.

On Friday afternoon, there is no evening self-study, and there is no need to take activity classes. You can go home after finishing your duty.

The classroom was messy, Song Jing tidied up the books in the cabinet, changed his clothes and prepared to leave.

With quick eyes and quick hands, He Wenzhou snatched a box of yogurt from You Xing and followed him.

There were two people walking back and forth on the school's tree-lined road. There was a smile on the corner of He Wenzhou's mouth, which seemed to be a smile but not a smile.After last night, the two seemed to have a secret, and Song Jing very much rejected this feeling.

"Stop following me."

"You're angry?"

"No."

He Wenzhou took a sip of yogurt and gave it to him.

"Are you drinking?"

"Don't drink."

"Don't always reject me."

"Don't always follow me."

"I'm just on my way."

Song Jing ignored him, and He Wenzhou walked behind, his eyebrows and eyes curved.He really likes teasing Song Jing, every time he teases him, he can always say a few more words and show a few more expressions.

Song Jing walked quickly, the boy passed him in two or three steps, and stepped backwards, his expression of winning was extremely annoying.

Song Jing suddenly stopped.

"Give me a reason, why should I promise you?"

"Because I like you."

"Neuropathy!"

Song Jing was really angry now, and He Wenzhou was afraid of offending him, so he hurried forward to comfort him.

On the noisy campus road, the two began to entangle. Song Jing said coldly, while He Wenzhou raised his hands in surrender, reaching out softly to stop him.

Song Jing's alarm bell rang loudly, and he forcefully shook off his hand.

He Wenzhou saw no one around, grabbed his wrist and dragged him to the base of the courtyard wall.

The dense shelter forest, the strong fragrance of green grass, behind a tall rose bushes, the boy blocked Song Jing against the wall angrily. Song Jing had never felt that He Wenzhou was so strong. He seemed to have grown up suddenly, with arms like iron clamps He couldn't move because of the hoop, and his wrist was so painful.

In the narrow space, the boy blocked him between his arms and the wall, staring at him with unstoppable eyes, and his breathing could be heard very close.

The eyes of the two met, and their swords were tense.

Song Jing's nerves were tense, struggling under his hands, and his breathing was short.

Unexpectedly, He Wenzhou lowered his head and stared at those two wet lips, which were soft and thin, pale pink in color.His chest rose and fell, and the sweat on his neck wet his hair.When he looked up, the man was strong and inviolable, which made people's blood rush.

He Wenzhou approached, and Song Jing slapped him.

He Wenzhou raised his eyebrows and glared at him bloodthirstyly, Song Jing returned the same gaze.

"I like you."

"You are sick."

He Wenzhou grabbed his shoulder and slammed into the wall fiercely, Song Jing kicked him.The two tangled and fought, the boy threw him on the grass, the world was spinning, and only the rusty breathing of each other could be heard.And the chest was so hot, like something was about to explode from inside.

He Wenzhou rolled over and rode on him while holding him, just when he pressed the little wild cat in his arms to show his prestige, lightly rubbed his lips and was slapped——

"He Wenzhou! What are you doing!"

Ling Yan ran in in a hurry, the boy let go of him with a jerk, and Song Jing immediately got up.

The girl kicked him with her high-heeled shoe, and kicked him by the ear several times.

He Wenzhou was still in shock, jumping around: "My wife, please save face."

Song Jing glanced at him bitterly, the place where he was rubbed was hot, that weird feeling was like a snake crawling on him, it was disgusting to think about it.

The two looked at each other mysteriously, Song Jing wiped his lower lip fiercely, and left.

He Wenzhou's ears were pulled by Ling Yan, and he was still reminiscing about the feeling of trembling and excitement just now.