On the Treatment of the Leading Role of Passerby A

This meal Zhang Tiancheng was very useless, before he left, he stuffed the gift into his son's hand and left in a hurry.

Unexpectedly, he was caught in a traffic jam at this moment, and he happened to be stuck at the exit, and the large group of people could see him at a glance when they came out.

In front of Zhao Rong, he was so angry that he was not easy to vent, until the car drove into the traffic flow, his face was tense.

"Stop at the intersection ahead, Xiaorong, you go back first, your uncle and I still have something to talk about."

Zhao Rong obediently got out of the car, looked at the car driving away and sighed.

It seemed that the two of them had to quarrel. They used to be good friends, but in the past two months, they often quarreled over trivial matters. He was really worried that the relationship would be lost. Disgusting is the most unapproved relationship, and it will fall apart if you don't maintain it.

No matter what, Zhao Rong can't let the relationship between Chen Lan and Zhang Tiancheng have the slightest difference. Before he can secure a foothold in this society, Zhang Tiancheng is his most important stepping stone.

He lowered his head and quickly typed a few words on the keyboard and pressed send. After the sending was successful, he glanced in the direction of the bus.

I guess I have to wait for a while, open the class WeChat group, quickly find Zeng Qiao's profile picture, hesitate for a long time to add it to the address book, and finally give up.

Chen Lan didn't look at her mobile phone, she was filled with hatred and kindness, and she spoke very meanly: "Your good son is really thoughtful, today's matter must have been arranged by him, he just sincerely embarrassed me, and now I'm with him That mother doesn't know how proud she is."

Zhang Tiancheng heard it harshly, and his face darkened again: "Where does he have so many thoughts as a child? I told you not to follow me in the morning, but you didn't listen, and now you are pushing all the problems on my son. Are you such an adult?"

"Zhang Tiancheng, if you don't listen to me, you will regret it sooner or later."

Chen Lan was so angry that she gritted her teeth, her eyes widened with anger, and her voice was crisp and loud, hitting Zhang Tiancheng's heart word by word.

Zhang Tiancheng would never believe that his own son would plot against him, and the two eventually broke up.

Wang Mei took the two children home, talking and laughing along the way, as if they were not affected by the previous events.

The car stopped downstairs at Zeng Qiao's house, Wang Mei turned her head and said with a smile, "Go back and go to bed early, there is class tomorrow."

Taking advantage of the darkness, Zeng Qiao clasped Zhang Ye's five fingers tightly, squeezed them reluctantly, and said politely, "I'll go back first, Auntie, and you should go to bed earlier."

As soon as the car drove away, Zhang Ye's mobile phone rang several times. When he opened it, he saw a long series of expressions of grievance and love from Zeng Qiao. .

Only the mother and son were left in an unusually silent space. Zhang Ye wanted to say something but Wang Mei interrupted with a smile: "We'll talk about it when we go home."

When I got home, I turned on the light in the living room, the dazzling light was dazzling, and it took a while for people to get used to it.

Zhang Ye sat down on the sofa neatly, put his hands on his lap, and said in a low voice, "Mom, I'm sorry, I didn't think well and made you sad."

Wang Mei hung up the bag, and was stunned for a moment when she heard her son's depressed voice, then came over with a smile, hugged her son in her arms, and comforted her gently: "It's okay, you never have to say sorry to mom. Mom sees it through. , I don't have any hope for him, it's good to pierce it at this time, seeing how they look today really amuses me to death. Okay, listen to mother, don't worry about this matter in the future? Mom has a sense of proportion, you Just study hard and get into a good university.”

Zhang Ye agreed, there are some things that he really shouldn't interfere with, after all he is just a high school student.

The wall clock on the wall pointed to nine o'clock, and Zhang Ye was sticky from running outside all day, so he hurried to take a shower with his clothes.

The water flowed all the way down from the top of his head, along his chest and through his fat-free abdomen. He raised his hand and wiped his face to look at the figure in the mirror covered by fog. He was strong, tall, handsome and handsome.

Zeng Qiao said that he was ruffian, but he didn't feel it when he looked at it carefully for a while, if he had to say it, it was only these eyes.

Myopia of more than 700 degrees has never worn contact lenses, so I am not very used to it. In Zeng Qiao's words, there is a feeling that people are not valued in the eyes, and it is difficult to get close.

Turned off the water, got dressed, wiped his hair with a dry towel, and was about to lie down when he returned to the bedroom when his phone started beeping endlessly. ,Do not you upset?"

It went too far and directly typed the video, Zhang Ye pulled the corner of his mouth to connect, and asked while wiping his hair, "What are you doing?"

Zeng Qiao also just took a shower, his usually neatly combed hair is messy, his eyes are steamy, his thin lips are red and moist, and he is grinning, which is extremely attractive.

"Can't sleep, talk to you."

Zhang Ye stared at the lips, and couldn't help but think of the last touch in the dark. Although he was stunned, he still remembered the taste at that time, soft and sweet. He suddenly wanted to feel whether it was as soft as Zeng Qiao's earlobe. When I came back to my senses, I was also taken aback.

"What do you think I will do when I meet Zhao Rong tomorrow? Say hello? Or ignore it? The classmates in the same class are very embarrassed."

Zhang Ye sneered: "I care so much, why don't you change shifts?"

Zeng Qiao was lying on his back at first, but when he heard this, he turned over and lay on the bed, glaring at the person in the video angrily, his already pretty face was even more attractive at this moment: "What nonsense are you talking about?"

Zhang Ye leaned against the head of the bed, pursed his lips, and smiled with the tails of his eyes upturned. He was silent for a while, and suddenly said: "Zeng Qiao, you look really good-looking."

Zeng Qiao dragged the pillow over, buried half of his face in it, narrowed his eyes with a smile, and said treacherously, "So... can I be your husband?"

Zhang Ye was choked by him, his face turned pale, and he cursed: "Get out, you don't look like a man at all."

Although Zhang Ye's expression was not clearly visible under the dim light of the small bedside lamp, Zeng Qiao knew that Zhang Ye was shy.

Although Zhang Ye has a bad mouth, his stomach is full of bad water, but after getting along for a long time, you can find that he is actually a very lazy person. As long as you follow his hair, he will be very obedient, and the more embarrassing he is, the louder his voice is.

So what is it to be scolded?Zeng Qiao didn't forget that he was a sleeping bug, and reluctantly kissed the screen: "Okay, I won't disturb your sleep, good night, see you tomorrow."

Zhang Ye watched that beautiful smiling face disappear, and frowned. Is this the case for people who have been poisoned by love?But I've seen it a lot, it seems... I don't hate it?

The sleepiness came as soon as it was said, put the mobile phone on the bedside table, turned off the light, and the whole room was plunged into darkness.

He once again saw the author in his dream who was struggling to tap the keyboard. She was gritting her teeth and revising the manuscript. Damn you, what are you going to do with this mess?"

Zhang Ye stood behind and took a rough look. What she is filling in now is the scene where she smashed Zhang Tiancheng's face, and there is a large blank in the middle. The last part to be connected is Zhao Rong's mother and son being driven out of Anning In the community, Zhang Tiancheng borrowed a sum of money from a friend to buy a new house...

Zhang Ye folded his arms around his chest and stared coldly at the author who was scratching his hair and turning it into weeds. With this level, what kind of writing can he write?

Afterwards, maybe he was too sleepy and slept until dawn.

What Zhang Ye couldn't let go of was the blank part. He vaguely felt that he had sensed something, but he wasn't sure.

There is no reminder right now, and he has no way to grab it, so he followed Zeng Qiao forward with a heavy heart.

Seeing that he was absent-minded, Zeng Qiao put his arm on his shoulder and asked, "What are you thinking? Tell me, and I will help you solve it together."

How could Zhang Ye let him know what happened in the dream, he shrugged nonchalantly: "I'm thinking about how Zhao Rong will face you next, he likes you quite a bit, it's so embarrassing that he's been dumped."

The early morning sunshine was gentle, and the shadows of the two were elongated.

Zeng Qiao glanced around, dragged Zhang Ye by the collar and dragged him into a secluded alley, kissed the lips that he had been thinking about for a long time without saying a word, met Zhang Ye's surprised eyes, and proudly raised his eyebrows. Raising eyebrows, at the end of the day, he kissed again reluctantly, with a loud voice: "Next time you talk nonsense, I will gag you. I am very happy to do this with you every day."

Zhang Ye stretched out his hand to press the moist lips, it was as soft as he thought, as soft as cotton.

Zeng Qiaogang's face suddenly turned red like a hooligan who had gained a sweet spot.

Zhang Ye put his hands in his trouser pockets, walked out smartly, and said, "Let's go."

Zeng Qiao cursed secretly from behind, he clearly wanted Zhang Ye to cling to him for the rest of his life, but he was eaten to death by Zhang Ye, so he wanted to be a strict wife for the rest of his life?

Strict control of his wife is strict control of his wife. Every time he gets close to Zhang Ye, Zeng Qiao feels like he has tons of honey in his heart, and he can enjoy the sweetness endlessly.

What they didn't expect was that Zhao Rong asked for leave directly in order not to meet them. Zhang Ye was still lazily leaning on the back of the chair, playing with a mechanical pencil in his hand, and the corners of his mouth curled up.

How long can you hide?See you sooner or later.

For two consecutive lessons, the teacher is reviewing the key points learned before, which will be tested in this week's quiz.

Just as Zhang Ye was lying on the table after class, Shen Tong ran over with his mobile phone and smashed the table of the two of them with a muffled sound: "Quickly, do you two have some ulterior affair?"

For some reason, Zhang Ye didn't bother to pay attention to her, and went to sleep in another direction.

Shen Tong gritted his teeth and scolded: "I just know how to sleep, I will sleep like a pig sooner or later. Come on, Zeng Qiao, take a quick look, what's going on with you?"

Zeng Qiao was very surprised: "Where did this photo come from? Among other things, this person's composition and capture angles are quite good."

Zhang Ye felt itchy, so he sat up and grabbed the phone: "What the hell? This, this, didn't you just pass me a drink, as for?"

Shen Tong put his chin on his chin and smiled gossipingly: "If you two are ugly, no one will take care of you if you really have a romantic relationship, but who made you two look so good-looking? Do you know how many people read Tanmeiwen now? You two are simply the most eye-catching combination of attacking and receiving!"

The author has something to say: Zhang Ye: Combine your uncle!

Happy New Years Eve.

It's late, and I still have typos all over the place, I just revised it, I feel guilty.