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"Oh, him," Yu Minglang replied very flatly, "Students in the class, what's wrong?"

The tone was casual, as if he was talking about an irrelevant person. Although he didn't care at all on his expression, he became vigilant in his heart.

"Is that the friend you mentioned?"

"Which one?"

"The housekeeper said that you made a friend in the new class."

Yu Minglang moved his fingers, and subconsciously slid twice on the edge of the car window: "It's not him, it's just an ordinary classmate, we met when we performed dramas together."

Yu Zhengyan: "Is that so..."

He didn't ask anything, he breathed out towards the window: "It will be the Spring Festival in a while."

This winter has never snowed again. After Christmas, it fluttered all night. Since then, the cold wind has been blowing, and I have never seen snowflakes fluttering again.

"Reached?"

The screen flickered, Yu Minglang pinched the phone, the blue and white light illuminated his eyes, a smile appeared on the corner of his lips, he thought for a while, and replied: "It's here."

He stared at the screen for a few minutes, but there was no reply, Yu Minglang bit his lip strangely, didn't he see it?After a while, the text message was sent again, with only a few words: "Then rest early, good night."

The words were flat, and it was completely impossible to see that the owner of the text message had spoken to him in that domineering tone not long ago. Forget it, Yu Minglang threw the phone aside, and rolled on the bed contentedly, facing the ceiling. The brush-like eyelashes projected on his face, and his hands pinched the soft quilt corners. This man was finally caught by him.

On the other side of the screen, Qi Sen's hands were trembling slightly, his fingertips were covered with sweat, his face was flushed red, he edited and edited the text message, originally typed a long paragraph, and finally kept deleting, leaving only a few text messages. words.

Not long after sending it, the other party replied: "Okay, you should go to bed earlier."

The phone fell to the ground with a "snap", and after flicking it twice, he put his cool hand against his eyelids and murmured a few times: "Qisen, you are really worthless..."

In Yu's house, it was past midnight, but the lights in the study room were still on. The man leaned back on the chair and closed his eyelids tiredly.The butler pushed the door open and entered with a cup of coffee in his hand.

Yu Zhengyan raised his eyelids, pointed to the table, and signaled him to put it down.

"Go back and rest, it's late."

The butler put down his glass and responded, "Sir, you should also go to bed earlier."

He hesitated and asked, "Master..."

Yu Zhengyan opened his eyes and hummed casually: "Keep watching, watch closely."

He was breathing heavily, as if he had caught a cold. The butler nodded and was about to leave, but Yu Zhengyan said, "I should know who that child is."

Yu Zhengyan's hand holding the armrest was visibly exerting some force, but his expression was surprisingly indifferent.The butler's heart skipped a beat, and he suddenly felt that the husband was a little scary.After a long time, he sighed, walked out silently, and closed the door.

He stared at the door panel, his eyes were slightly cloudy, it has been really troublesome recently, the outside is not worrying, and the child at home is in trouble again, everything seems to be stormy.

Wang Xiping received a call in the middle of the night. He had just taken a shower, and his hair was still half wet. The tone of the boss was the same as usual: "Go and send me the information of Minglang's classmate a while ago."

Wang Xiping clamped the phone to his ear, turned on the computer with both hands, and replied, "Okay, Mr. Yu, right now."

The document was quickly sent to Yu Zhengyan's mailbox, he clicked on it, the mouse slid over the dozens of faces, and finally stopped at the last few faces.

"Cison."

The man who had been in a high position for a long time murmured out the boy's name, his eyes scanned his young face, repeatedly, his eyes were dim and unclear.

The two of them are officially together, right? Yu Minglang looked at Qi Sen who was standing at the school gate through the car window. He was pushing the red bicycle, as if he was waiting for someone. lighted up.

"Be careful on the road."

Yu Minglang closed the car door, said goodbye to the driver, and watched the car drive away slowly, until it disappeared at the turning point, and then slowly swayed past. Qi Sen was obviously a little impatient for waiting, but he was a little eager to wait. Repressed, he pushed the cart and walked a few steps. Seeing him like this, Yu Minglang couldn't help but a smile appeared on his face.

He walked over and stopped in front of Qi Sen. He was a bit shorter than this man, with the top of his hair just reaching the tip of Qi Sen's nose. He raised his head and asked him, "How long have you been waiting?"

Qi Sen lowered his head and touched his nose, then hooked his lips: "It's not long, I just came here."

"Then go in."

The two walked in side by side like this, but they didn't speak to each other first. After that night, the relationship between the two became completely different from before. , as if he didn't get used to it all at once, even Yu Minglang was a little uncomfortable, he had always thought about such a day, but now that this day has really arrived, he can only use his superficial plainness to cover up his inner bewilderment.

Qi Sen locked the car, pulled the strap of his schoolbag: "Let's go."

He was very close to Yu Minglang. Although his face was looking straight ahead, his hand was rubbing against Yu Minglang's little finger vaguely. When he walked to a place where there were few people, Qi Sen suddenly pulled his hand and covered him Under the sleeves of the school uniform, his fingertips rubbed his soft quilt, which was extra warm in the cold morning.

Yu Minglang did not speak, as if acquiescing to his actions.

Unexpectedly, Qi Sen suddenly said, "You look so good when you just laughed."

Yu Minglang: "Huh?"

He didn't understand the meaning of this sentence all of a sudden, and looked up at Qi Sen, because no one had ever said that he was good, and most of the words he said were beautiful and delicate, but he saw that Qi Sen's ears were all red.

That hand only held for a few seconds, and then let go, but along the way, there was always a faint smile on the corner of Qi Sen's mouth.

The admiration in his youth was sour and sweet, reaching directly to his heart, this was the first time Yu Minglang experienced this feeling, a strange emotion was suddenly added to his heart which had been calm all the time, but it was comforting for no reason.

It's time to reach the floor of Qi Sen's class, and Yu Minglang's class is a few floors higher than his, which means that they will part here.

Qi Sen was about to say goodbye, but Yu Minglang raised his head and called him suddenly: "Qi Sen."

He fell into those beautiful black pupils, and before he had time to react, he was pulled into an unoccupied corner by a pair of thin hands. The next second, his soft lips were pressed against the corners of his lips. With a light touch, the tip of the tongue licked mischievously as it left.

Yu Minglang laughed, showing a rare lively look: "Qisen, I'm very happy."

Qi Sen touched his lips, slightly taken aback.

Yu Minglang tapped his shoulder lightly: "I'm leaving."

As soon as he raised his footsteps and was about to turn around, Qi Sen finally came back to his senses and landed on Yu Minglang's little hairpin. Seeing that there was no one around, he pulled him again, and kissed him hard on his fair cheek. After a while, he reluctantly let go, with a thin blush on his face, and his heroic brows stretched out: "After school... Let's have lunch together."

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There should be daily updates in the future... No matter how busy I am, I feel that I still have to seriously hit the list (laughing and crying) at least one more time before the end hahahaha, let me transform from a salted fish~