Beichen is like a song

Xing Beichen couldn't help looking at Mo Ruge's face. There was no expression of dissatisfaction on his face, but this person almost jumped forward to bite like a kitten with fried hair just now.

Xing Beichen was packing the clothes of the two of them while looking at Mo Ruge, who was sitting cross-legged on the sofa like an uncle, studying something.

Just half an hour ago, a murder almost happened in this room.

"Look, I know too much, I really want your mother to know too..." When Li Juan came, he threw the photo of Xing Dou secretly on the table. What Xing Beichen saw was different. It was obvious that these photos were taken before, and Li Juan already knew about them.

Xing Beichen glanced at those photos expressionlessly, and he understood the general idea in his heart.

It turned out that Li Juan knew these things a long time ago, and she deliberately put them on the table in order to use his compassion to force him to submit.

No wonder she still dared to take out the ring in public and ask him if he would marry her, and if he did, everything would be fine;

If you don't marry, this matter will suddenly reach Feng Yuan's ears.

She clearly knew that Xing Beichen would not want Feng Yuan and Xing Manman to know about it.

"Whether you marry me or not is so important to you, Miss Qianjin, an urban elite, aren't you afraid to spread the word and make people laugh when you use such despicable means?"

Xing Beichen arranged the photos into piles and neatly placed them on the glass table.As long as people are at the top of power, they don't learn well. Xing Beichen stayed in the school for so long and didn't learn to be tolerant to others. Instead, he learned many rules of the game. He never compromised. Either the enemy retreats and we advance, or both sides suffer.

He threw the photo into the trash can, leaned back on the sofa with his eyes closed, "I'm just a college student who hasn't graduated yet, and I don't really understand the rules of the game for you social people. People who don't understand the rules of the game probably don't Follow the rules of the game."

"Aren't you afraid that I will make it public? If your timid mother finds out about this, what will she think? Will she not understand what she shouldn't have done because she was too sad? If my sister knew about this, would she run away from home or something..."

Li Juan squeezed his fingers, sat on another sofa, raised his head and chest as if negotiating.

Xing Beichen raised his eyebrows, and twitched the corners of his mouth, not paying attention: "I don't want to negotiate with you, I don't hit women. Go as you please."

He put on an expression of being slaughtered, disdain to deal with such a woman, seemingly weak and incompetent, but in fact he was like soft cotton, and he couldn't exert his strength even with his fists.

This kind of talent is the most terrifying, but the more he is like this, Li Juan finds him interesting, saying that he is an ordinary college student, but the city is deeper than her.

"But I didn't say I don't hit women!" Mo Ruge stood behind him at some point. He let out a sneer from his nasal cavity, grabbed Li Juan by the collar with one hand, and pulled her up forcefully. With a light shake, Li Juan was already thrown out, and Mo Ruge sat on the sofa by himself, laying down with his legs crossed, "I was quite obedient, but today my hands are itchy and I want to find someone to make fun of."

"Hey, I'm sorry, you hit the gun." Mo Ruge suddenly jumped up from the sofa, hooked his hands on the sofa wall, and looked at the woman he called the little beauty with a smile, as if there were poisonous snakes crawling in his eyes at any time After coming out, Li Juan's face was a little pale. She wanted to stand up from the ground, but suddenly there was a force in the air that hit her face, as if she had slapped her, "Li Juan, little beauty, do you want to be carried out yesterday?" What do those two look like?"

He saw Li Juan's pupils dilated, filled with bewilderment and confusion, mixed with fear, exaggerated like a person about to drown.

Mo Ruge laughed like a copper bell, and was thrown into the trash can of the photo, and suddenly a fire ignited. The flame danced very beautifully, and it was reflected in Li Juan's eyes like a will-o'-the-wisp burning under the ice.

"You...what happened, I...what happened just now..." Li Juan wanted to stand up, but her legs were so weak that she could only collapse on the ground, her helpless eyes fell on Xing Beichen, But Xing Beichen ignored her, just stared at Mo Ruge's back, as if thinking about something.

Mo Ruge grinned, he just hid in the room and researched for a long time, he heard that there is a spell that can generate a ball of flames from between two fingers, he was thinking about letting Li Juan put a gun, he shrugged indifferently Shrugged: "I didn't mean to scare you, I'm just curious, you look pretty, you should be smart, why didn't you think I'm not an ordinary person?"

"Hey, that's right, I'm a monster. Didn't you ask Lin Hui? He's not being kind. He didn't tell you the news that I'm a monster."

Mo Ruge looked at the shape of her mouth and said to herself, "What should I do, I really want to draw two slits on your face now, you are sitting too far away..."

As a result, Li Juan felt her face was brushed by something, it was chilly, and she screamed in horror.

She didn't see anyone move her hair, but something happened to touch her, and Li Juan once felt that the person who was talking raised a ghost. "You... help..."

"Stop making trouble." Xing Beichen walked over lovingly and touched the back of his head, as if rewarding a child, and tolerated his slapstick intimately. Xing Beichen glanced at Li Juan with a smile, and smirked: " Why, are you still waiting for this fire to burn on you?"

In the next second, Li Juan felt that she could move. She struggled to get up, and ran towards the door like crazy. The rhythm of high heels rubbing against the ground was very fast, like dense drumbeats. Mo Ruge couldn't help but burst out laughing.

This woman's reaction is too funny, he doesn't know what fear is, but he just thinks her terrified look is really funny.

"What nonsense did you learn again..." Xing Beichen tapped his forehead helplessly, picked up the water glass on the table and poured out the fire in the trash can.

Mo Ruge suddenly remembered something, turned around and stepped on the sofa to step towards Xing Beichen, he kicked on the sofa next to him, and the sofa sank in an instant, Mo Ruge plopped down on his knees beside him, a He hooked his arm with his hand, and shook his other hand in front of his eyes, "Fang Fang sent me a secret scroll yesterday. I took a look at it and thought it was very interesting. Please read it carefully!"

Then he raised his hand and snapped his fingers in front of Xing Beichen. The thumb and middle finger rubbed together and overlapped with the index finger. It split into two halves in the middle, forming a fiery red heart shape.

Xing Beichen looked a little dazed. He saw Mo Ruge's shining eyes from the hollow heart shape, and couldn't help laughing, a blush flashed across his face.

"You locked yourself in your room for a long time, just to conjure a heart-shaped fire?"

He couldn't help smiling, the corners of his mouth were raised desperately, he couldn't hold back the feeling of heartbeat, the corners of his eyes were about to burst out with deep love, looking at this face, he leaned down and kissed it, in his He pecked his lips twice, and asked seriously, "Does your waist still hurt?"

"Mom, when did my waist hurt? Don't talk nonsense, brother, I look like such a fragile demon?" Mo Ruge rolled his eyes, what kind of nonsense is this, it's an insult to his demon character!

Xing Beichen stared at his twinkling eyes playfully, stretched out his hand and pinched his waist lightly, Mo Ruge immediately flicked outward reflexively, glared at him like a ghost, and quickly supported himself Sure enough, his waist was sore, Xing Beichen squinted his eyes and smiled, stretched out his hand to his thigh and pinched it: "Where's the thigh, are the legs sore?"

"Damn it, shut up!" The little cat demon frowned, stretched out his hand and snapped his fingers at him. He wanted to scare him with a grimace of fire, but suddenly a fiery red ball popped out between his two fingers. Heart-shaped, he swallowed in embarrassment, and silently put his hand back, his heart had already begun to curse.

The man squeezed Xiao Ruge, raised one corner of his mouth, and blew badly into Mo Ruge's eyes: "I think you just want to seduce me, you annoying little fairy."

Mo Ruge looked up at the sky, he had such a good-for-nothing day in his life...

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"Beichen, let's chat." Chen Xiu stood at the door, dressed in a simple suit, polite.Xing Beichen was taken aback for a moment, and finally turned sideways to let him in.

Mo Ruge scratched his head, poked his head out of the room, saw a strange man, jumped out of the room, obediently followed behind Xing Beichen, stuck to him like a little wife, Xing Beichen Glancing at him, watching him show that pitiful look, just let him stay helplessly.

"This is..." Chen Xiu sat down, smiled politely, and asked sideways.

Mo Ruge was about to speak, but Xing Beichen interrupted him. He dragged back the half body of the little cat demon, hooked his neck directly to prevent him from moving, but stared at Chen Xiu coldly, " My boyfriend. Don’t you have something to say, please.”

"You are so similar to your father, you look exactly the same as when he was young." Chen Xiu sighed, looking at this face, he seemed to see Xing Dou when he was young, and the impressions flashed in his mind The corner of his mouth could not help but rise, this child even has a personality similar to the young Xing Dou, "Our group has been rejected for a long time, if we dared to be like you when we were young, that would be great... "

There's nothing wrong with liking a man.But no matter it is now or in the past, they have to be looked at by countless pairs of contemptuous eyes. In the eyes of those people, homosexuality is the source of AIDS and a group that should not exist. As long as two men are holding hands, they will feel disgusted. .

There are too many people in this world who don't understand them, especially when he was young.

Xing Dou and Chen Xiu met in college. At that time, there was a secret club in the school, which was dedicated to making friends with gays on campus.

The young Xing Dou was also a cold person, as soon as he sat on a chair, his melancholy and cold temperament attracted many people, but he was conquered by Chen Xiu's gentle and elegant temperament.

But you have to go out of this school gate, and there will be no fresh air to breathe when you go out.

So Xing Dou thought of a way, he was going to get married.Chen Xiu is a very gentle person, he indulged Xing Dou most of the time when they were together, and this time he also indulged.

"I know I'm sorry for Feng Yuan, but our life is much better later on, Xing Dou's identity will not be questioned, and when we return home and close the curtain, this is the world we live in..."

Chen Xiu smiled while talking, he pushed his glasses, and there was an indescribable emotion in his eyes, "He occasionally suffers from suffering, that's why Xing Manman..."

"Are you here to tell a story? If that's the case, you can leave." Xing Beichen interrupted, he was not interested in hearing the cause and effect of the two men knowing and loving each other, although Mo Ruge listened with gusto, "Good to go, Do not send."

Chen Xiu was taken aback, and smiled unconsciously. He and Xing Dou were too similar, so he probably understood that there was an uncompromising answer under this indifferent attitude, but he dared to bet that this secret would always be a secret.Chen Xiu got up and bowed to him: "Thank you for your understanding."

"Get out." Xing Beichen turned his face away, he won't say anything, for the sake of his mother who is the victim, "Please tell him, I don't care if he asks him or me, I have never treated him as a father, Do it yourself."