How to make your boyfriend cry with one word

Tan Yi? I wanted to stay and see how vicious He Jing's stepfather was, but He Shangji disappeared after introducing his little girlfriend and never came back.

Seeing that He Jing took out a hot towel from the bathroom and threw it on his head, he went out and took a thermometer, and shook it in front of his face, "I just found this? The most primitive, this? I don't know the structure of this home." How do you know?"

Tan Yi raised his arms, "Come on, put it here——"

"How powerful is the cold wind on Christmas Eve? It made you paralyzed?" He Jing threw the thermometer onto the quilt, "Pinch yourself!"

"Okay, myself? Come on, but? Brother He Jing, can you touch my forehead? I feel? It's burning badly. Am I blushing, is it? Isn't it? People are a little ugly?"

"Also, don't write the listening comprehension today, okay?"

Tan Yi pinched the thermometer and made a series of requests. He thought He Jing would reward him with a blank stare and turned to leave, but he didn't.

He Jing stood at the head of the bed, looked at him earnestly and solemnly, as if to confirm something, and said: "Indeed, he is more than a little ugly."

Depend on!This is not at all the answer I want.

Is it hard to touch your forehead? !not difficult!

Thinking of this, Tan Yi raised his eyebrows, looked at the face not far away from him, glanced at the tear mole on his eyelids, raised the arm that did not press the thermometer, Hook the person's neck and bring it down.

"Look at it clearly, where is it ugly?!"

"I……"

He Jing was originally? Standing leisurely, Tan Yi was caught off guard, and his whole body was unsteady and fell.

The word "Fuck" was not uttered, but was replaced by a whimper, and his eyebrows turned towards Tan Yi's shoulder, and he slammed it heavily.

"You're fucking sick!" He Jing pushed the person forward, ignoring the other person's back, and stepped back a few meters away from the bed by rubbing the space between his brows.

"He Jing" What is this body? It's really weak and weak, and it will hurt if you touch it easily. It just so happens that there is a hard bone on Tan Yi's shoulder, which will not be hit lightly.

The corners of the eyes were a little blurry, as if something appeared out of control, He Jing didn't look there, turned around and went into the bathroom and closed the door.

Was Tan Yi on the bed stunned? There were five seconds, from clamping He Jing to when He Jing disappeared into the bedroom with reddish eyes.

He was really just joking around, and his shoulders were indeed a little too stiff, but just like that, just like that, just because of the kung fu of pulling people down, He Jing was knocked into tears by him?

Tan Yi punched himself? on his left shoulder, and then?

Really? Something!

And He Jing in the bathroom is also scolding herself after scolding Tan Yi?

What a useless thing, what a shame!

What a big deal!Not as big as sesame seeds!

It's no big deal if it hurts, but? Why can't I control my eye sockets, why do tears come out? Such a shameful thing? !

It's really embarrassing. Anyone who sees it will find it ridiculous. I am a man who is about to grow up.

Across a door, the two of them introspected themselves, and finally came to a common conclusion - it's all Tan Yi's fault!

When He Jing came out, his eyes were no longer red, and he also emphasized in his heart that he must control his tears in the future countless times, and then pointed to the complicated face on the bed and warned him: "You better shut up and say a word Don't say anything, or I'll throw you out tonight to feed the dog at the gate!"

Isn't that? A wooden pier?

Tan Yi sneered, and apologized: "I didn't do it on purpose, I just wanted to tease you, it's all my fault, I'll call you back!"

"I don't want to touch you!" He Jing shouted at him: "If you want to stay here, don't move or open your mouth!"

"..." No problem, Tan Yi made an "ok" gesture to this side.

Tan Yi said it was a cold? It was really not a fake. The thermometer measured 38 degrees, a little fever.

He Jing didn't know either. Why did this situation happen? Tan Yi was sick, or was he lying on his bed in He's house, which was a bit bizarre.

He doesn't know how to make a patient get better soon, just by seeing a doctor to take medicine and injections, and for Tan Yi, at most, he can find some antipyretics for him.

The He family is big, there are many winding rooms, He Jing is stunned? I can't find where the medicine is.

It was a quarter past nine, and Aunt Liu had already packed up. When the minute hand and hour hand came together, she walked briskly towards the door with a satchel in her hand.

When He Jing came out of the dusty storage room, Aunt Liu had already opened the door.

Leaning on the railing, he called to those who were about to leave, "Do you know the medicine at home? Where are you putting it?"

"Master He, what is it now? One minute after nine o'clock? It's already past my off-duty time." Aunt Liu doesn't like the current He Jing. She used to be obedient and easy to talk and bully, but now she has changed? A face, as if someone owed him.

"Tell me about myself? Take it." He Jing really has no choice. The nearest pharmacy near his home is more than ten kilometers away. The nearest supermarkets on the food delivery software either don't deliver or sell medicines. Should they have medicines at home? yes?.

"Look in your dad's room! It's really useless, you can't do anything well!" Aunt Liu cursed with the sound of closing the door.

He Jing didn't care. Now he felt that after staying in this kind of place for so long, it's normal to be a little bit resentful, and he didn't want to bother with her.

After Kong Ling left, He Jing was still there? It was the first time I entered He Shangji's room. I used to be young and would come to act like a baby with Kong Ling, but when I got older, Kong Ling was gone, and he and He Shangji became like fire and water .

Walking here again, He Jing couldn't help but think of Kong Ling, the gentlest and most beautiful woman in the world, who was also stupid.

Tied to He Shangji's side for so many years, she was not happy, but she did not escape. I didn't understand it before, but now He Jing looks at it from the perspective of a third person. Maybe the reason why Kong Ling is still in the He family is because ?Because of myself?

From marrying He Shangji with He Jing in her arms, what she hoped for? There is only one thing - He Jing can have a home.

But? Why not? Someone else? What about He Shangji?The little He Jing didn't understand, and neither did he now.

Perhaps in Kong Ling's little corner, he always thought that this man would give He Jing a decent future.

But the reality gave her a heavy blow. There were more and more discords between them, and the house gradually became a mess.

Until the peak of the family conflict, when she finally? was about to escape with He Jing, but couldn't escape, she herself?

And He Jing, just like that? Abandoned and depraved.

It wasn't her own life, but she felt a lot of emotion because of being in it. Kong Ling was quite pitiful. She was only thinking about her son from the beginning to the end.

Standing in He Shangji's elegant but hypocritical room, He Jing's mind seemed to be overwhelmed by radio waves, half-blinded and half-pushed, and sorted out the entanglement between the original body and Kong Ling and He Shangji. perhaps.

Even if it is possible? More or less influenced by the original body, he has a little bit of empathy for the "He Jing" who is pulled by his identity, but in the end it is someone else's story. He Jing can still do it relatively well. keep calm.

And walked around to see where there were antipyretics on the table and bookshelf.

Sure enough, it's a "hypocrisy" place? The desktops are neatly put away, and the desks and cabinets are in a mess.

He Jing had sharp eyes, and before he finished scanning around, he caught a glimpse of the plastic bag containing the medicine in the table and cabinet.

Holding two fingertips, He Jing stretched out his hand and hooked it, accidentally? He brought out three or five photos inside and scattered them all over the floor.

Changing the hand of the medicine bag, He Jing knelt down and picked up the photo? He wanted to put it back in its original place.

But with his eyes open, he couldn't avoid seeing the person in the photo.

It should be said that many people.

There are two people, three people, five people, a group of people...

There are two people in common in each photo—Kong Ling, and the man who fell on the ground at his door last time.

But among these people, the purpose of letting He Jing stay is the one who seems to be the most prestigious and the oldest among them——

The old man he met in the bathroom during the game.

Others include He Shangji himself?, Wang Shengyuan, and many people he doesn't know.

It seems that the old man is the teacher of these people, which is similar to the graduation photo.

He Jing remembered that the old man said before that he looked like one of his students...

No? He Shangji, no? Wang Shengyuan.

For some reason, He Jing automatically excluded Kong Ling, but turned his attention to the young man next to Kong Ling.

Eyebrows, outlines, smiles, mouth shapes...

Can't? Say exactly the same?, but the similarity is five or six out of ten.

Is this? He Jing's biological father?

This guess is not bold at all. He Jing took out his mobile phone and took all the photos and put them back where they were.

Kong Ling married in while pregnant with herself, so where did the person who made her pregnant go?

The man in the photo, let's take him as the biological father of the original body, where did he go?

The original body is just a small supporting role, it is impossible to introduce these in that book, and He Jing has no memories of these past events in his memory at this time.

Is it necessary for me as a "son" to figure out this matter?

Before He Jing could think of a reason, he kicked the toe to the bottom of the door, and the door opened in response to the momentum, and it was quiet inside.

Is Tan Yizhen keeping his promise?

He Jing took a cup of hot water and put it on the bedside, took out the pills, and cleared his throat with a sound.

The lump on the bed didn't move, didn't even twist.

He raised his legs and moved his knees against the quilt, "Take medicine!"

When is it actually your turn? Waiting on someone?Who is the waiter? Tan Yi!

People ignore him!

He Jing was a little unhappy, her bland eyebrows shrank slightly in the middle, and turned to the other side of the bed.

Or? Didn't see the head, could it be buried in the quilt and fell asleep?

His patience was almost exhausted, and he made a big move, but he stopped abruptly the moment the quilt was lifted from a corner.

How can it be considered? A patient, if the quilt is not covered in case the condition worsens? His fault.

He Jing kindly put the quilt back to its original place, and helped to pull it down a little after seeing that it blocked his eyes.

Sleeping like a pig? This? I like to take the medicine or not!

"It's so cold." The person on the bed murmured.

"Heh!" He Jing sneered, usually a person who is so unruly, and fell ill, isn't it? This? This ghost? Looks like a chicken cub with not fully grown wings.

Think so? Think so, but his actions are not unreasonable. He squeezed the quilt and kneaded it. It's not thin, and he even turned on the air conditioner.

He Jing turned back, pulled out a plush blanket from the bottom of the closet, and shook it clumsily, like a goddess scattered flowers? Covered Tan Yi's body.

Is the blanket prepared for the deep winter? It is relatively thick, and the flowers scattered by the goddess are crooked. He Jing leans down slightly, tucking the corners tightly. Scratch hands.

Tan Yi didn't feel conscious, sleepy, even more sleepy from the fever, and still cold, no matter how she curled up, she was cold.

So when he touched a big, soft object full of heat, he didn't even think about it, he hugged it with all his strength, and hugged it into his arms.

Although he really wanted to curse and punch some idiot, but his whole body was tightly bound, He Jing could only spit out irritability and depression, and the only thing he could beat was a soft blanket.

It's fucking annoying!

Again? After a failed escape, He Jing really wanted to hit Tan Yi hard on the head, but the man seemed to know? What was he thinking? Before he could strike first, Tan Yi had already moved his hand from his waist to the back of the head, and press down firmly.

The cheeks of the two were pressed together? There was no gap left.

Cold and hot, who is cold and who is hot?

He Jing only knows? Tan has finished translating.