On the Treatment of the Leading Role of Passerby A

Zeng Qiao directly closed the page, wondering what Zhang Ye was thinking, how could he do those actions that exuded the atmosphere of the second class, he sneered, folded his hands and propped his chin to look at the silver moon and stars in the sky outside the window.

Is he sick? <·)))><

As long as Zhang Ye gets closer and talks to him, the restlessness in his heart can be suppressed. He can't imagine what will happen to him if this person is not around one day.

He once asked himself, is it worth losing his soul for someone who doesn't love him that much?Zhang Ye's saying is right, their life is not only love, but he is the one who regards love more than the sky.

Turned off the light in the study room, walked to the bedroom with light steps, pushed the door in, sat on the edge of the bed, and could hear Zhang Ye's breathing in the quiet night, he was really tired, even he stroked his beautiful eyebrows Shape, red lips did not wake up.

Zeng Qiao laughed lowly, lay down next to him, hugged him tightly, and whispered, "Xiaoye, I love you, so don't look at others."

He will just pretend that he has never heard of that man named Mengge.

Zhang Ye actually woke up when his hand touched his cheek, so he naturally heard his slightly humble plea, this fool.

The room was well heated and the quilt was very warm, and being hugged tightly by such a stove-like person, Zhang Ye was sweating all over, and managed to escape from his clutches to catch his breath.

Compared with Zeng Qiao's eagerness, Zhang Ye is just a fool who has just started learning about feelings. He still can't let go of being touched by someone and showing his most real emotions to the other party, no matter how ecstatic the taste is. Ashamed as hell.

Fortunately, Zeng Qiao was quite careful, and would comfort him with the gentlest voice in his ear to make him relax.

Thinking of this, I pushed him hard. Apart from being good-looking and rich, this person really has no outstanding strengths, but he is self-taught in this kind of thing, and he is very good at coaxing people with his mouth. one person.

The more he thought about it, the angrier he became, and he rolled up the quilt and stayed away from him.

Zeng Qiao woke up from the cold, and the two quilts should be comfortable and warm because they hug each other tightly, but why is he getting colder and colder?

In a daze, he turned on the small lamp beside the bed, only to see that all the quilts were on Zhang Ye's side, but he slept very soundly.

He smiled, turned off the light, moved forward with his eyes closed, got in and held him tightly in his arms, not giving him the slightest chance to move around.

When Zhang Ye woke up the next day, he felt that he was almost out of breath. With the hand on his waist and the breath coming from the top of his head, he struggled, but he was locked up hard again.

Zeng Qiao kissed him on the top of his head, and when he was sleepy, his voice was hoarse and magnetic: "Hey, sleep a little longer." As he spoke, he rubbed against his body, and blatantly pressed against him somewhere.

Zhang Ye got up impatiently and insisted on getting up, lifted the quilt to go to the bathroom, just sat up, and was pushed down again by Zeng Qiao, the man's eyes were full of danger, staring at him deeply, said seriously: "I said Come on, sleep a little longer, and make you breakfast in a while."

Seeing Zhang Ye's cold face, Zeng Qiao came back to his senses, picked up the quilt and wrapped them both up, his muffled begging for mercy came from under the quilt, and after a while, a different voice rang out in the room.

Zhang Ye came out of the bathroom and looked up at the time on the wall. It was already eleven o'clock. He sat at the dining table and watched the busy people in the kitchen.

Zeng Qiao is tall, long-legged and handsome, even the picture of him wearing an apron and holding a spoon to taste in the kitchen is like a painting.

Zhang Ye sneaked up behind him, put his arms around his waist, leaned his head on his back, felt his body stiffen, and said softly, "Did I hurt you just now?"

Zeng Qiao laughed, unable to hide his joy: "What do you think? That is, I love you and don't care about you. I serve you so much, and I have to be beaten and scolded. Zhang Ye, tell me, who else in the world is like you?" I'm so good? Well, it will be fine soon, go sit and wait for dinner."

Zhang Ye felt that he was indeed very lucky. Zeng Qiao was devoted to him and only cared about his feelings. He never knew that his mind was so small. Zeng Qiao did nothing wrong, but he always blamed it On Daozengqiao.

It's really unfair.

Zeng Qiao cooked three dishes and one soup, which was already very rich and delicious for Zhang Ye, and he didn't notice that he ate more than usual.

Zeng Qiao smiled and said, "Do you want to get a haircut? I still like your original look, and we will dye it back after school starts? I haven't bought clothes for the New Year yet, so I bought it by the way? Just treat it as a gift from me, okay?" good?"

Zhang Ye sighed, and said with a smile: "Zeng Qiao, you will make me unable to do without you. What if one day I have fully adapted and you want to take me away..."

Zeng Qiao kissed him on the lips, and said triumphantly, "No, I don't want to. What I want is that you can't leave me."

The two of them had lunch and didn't take a nap, so they went directly to the city center. It took nearly two hours to get their hair done, and then went to the shopping mall. It was a lot easier for him to follow Zeng Qiao, but this man was crazy. Yet?He bought some expensive clothes for Wang Mei, and he was a little dissatisfied: "I'll just buy my mother's clothes, you spend so much money..."

Zeng Qiao smiled and patted his head. He was in a good mood: "The last time we had a conflict, my mother-in-law was so kind to me. I have to be more filial than you. Don't worry, everyone has a share. I will buy it for my parents and brothers."

Zhang Ye had a headache. He was no match for Zeng Qiao in terms of money. He had no more than [-] yuan at most, and he saved it by himself. His little money was not worth a piece of Zeng Qiao's clothes.

"It's almost there, don't want it, you're like this... I can't pay back... there's something going on, but if you're like this, I don't have anything to offer."

Taking advantage of no one's attention, Zeng Qiao kissed him on the lips: "It is enough to have you, nothing can compare to you, you wait for me downstairs, we go to the supermarket to buy some ingredients, and I will make it for you when I get home early delicious."

Zhang Ye went downstairs obediently. He wanted to find a place to sit down and take a casual look. He didn't want to see the scene that made the corners of his mouth twitch.

He just asked someone to tell Zhao Shigang who was hiding outside, that people who want money and life can't wait for a moment.

Zhao Rong sat there drinking drinks with a cold face, Zhao Shigang kept talking, he was still begging in a good voice before, but after a while his patience ran out, he slapped Zhao Rong on the head, cursing, annoyed the neighbors People look over.

Zhao Rong didn't know what he said, but Zhao Shigang stood up excitedly, patted the table and scolded: "After two days of good life, I really think of myself as a young master, I am your dear father, your stepfather is right How good you are is not something I worry about, you have to be filial to me, you can afford to go abroad, give me some money to spend."

Zhao Rong asked bitterly: "Who told you?"

"You don't care who told me, I know your mother is capable, and she finally broke up other people's families. The cheap materials will not be noble even if they are covered with gold. If you don't give it, it's okay. Call your mother out, or I will Go to your father's place to ask for it."

"Do you want to be ashamed?"

Zhao Shigang sneered, and raised his hand to pat his son's face: "It seems that you used to have face, but now you are in a hurry to get face? Your father has never had face, so don't do this on my side."

Zeng Qiao came back soon and looked around for Zhang Ye. Zhang Ye stood up and walked to him, meeting Zhao Rong's eyes.

Seeing Zeng Qiao open his mouth, Zhao Rong finally lowered his head with embarrassment.

Zeng Qiao didn't see Zhao Rong at all, put his hands on Zhang Ye's shoulders, and pushed him forward with a smile: "It's still warm in the mall, so I went out for a while and didn't freeze to death. Do you have any special cravings?" If you buy more vegetables, you won’t be able to eat them tomorrow, you can’t take it anymore.”

Zhang Ye originally wanted to point it out for him to take a look, but Zeng Qiao was immersed in his own world: "Why don't we buy more meat and eat hot pot, this kind of weather is the most suitable."

Zhang Ye was persuaded by him, wanted to eat boiled mutton, nodded and said, "Is your stomach okay?"

Zeng Qiao smiled and said, "It's okay, at worst, I'll do something else."

How could Zeng Qiao not see Zhao Rong? It's just that the kind of person who is disgusting like an ant should be kept under his nose.

The author has something to say: Imagine by yourself, um, that's the only way.

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