On a thousand fishing tips for green tea

Uncle Zeng ran up and down to work, afraid that other people would be slandered behind his back, and he even brought the hangover tea upstairs himself.

Someone who likes it said otherwise, this is the first time for the young master to bring a friend home.

Song Nanqi has been alone since he was a child. At first, his family thought he just didn't bring friends home, but later they found out that Song Nanqi had no friends at school, and at most he had a few words with the people in his class.

They can only comfort themselves with "people who are too good are always out of gregariousness".

Besides, the name of my friend, Young Master, is really sweet.

Ye Jiaqing.

A very elegant and gentle name.

I just don't know how the old man will feel when he comes back tomorrow and sees it.

Ye Jiaqing was wearing Song Nanqi's pajamas, which were new. When she was putting them on, Ye Jiaqing rummaged through and found the tag, which was on the trademark behind the collar.

"Song Nanqi, help me cut the hang tag." Ye Jiaqing pulled out the hang tag, walked out of the bathroom, looked up and saw Song Nanqi who was already in pajamas leaning on the bed, reading a book, "Have you taken a shower? "

"Well, it was washed in the guest room." Song Nanqi closed the book, opened the drawer and found a pair of scissors, "Come here, I'll cut it off for you."

It is late autumn now, and the weather is already quite cool.

The floor of Song Nanqi's room was covered with a thick cashmere carpet, and Ye Jiaqing sat cross-legged on the edge of the bed, fully exposing the back of his neck in Song Nanqi's sight, so that it was convenient for the other party to cut the tag.

Although he couldn't see it, Ye Jiaqing could also sense Song Nanqi's approach.

The cold scissors rubbed lightly on the back of the neck, and Song Nanqi's fingers were placed between the tag and the skin of Ye Jiaqing's back neck. After a "click", Song Nanqi withdrew.

"Okay, come up and sleep." Song Nanqi threw the tag on the bedside table, and lifted the quilt on the other side.

Ye Jiaqing paused, did not stand up, turned around on the ground, sat facing the bed and looked at Song Nanqi for a while, when Song Nanqi was not paying attention, Ye Jiaqing reached out and touched Song Nanqi's chin, "Xiao Song, give me Smile?"

If Song Nanqi didn't smile and educated him as usual, then he could be sure that Song Nanqi was pretending to be drunk.

But if Song Nanqi did what he said, then he could be sure that the other party was drunk.

After all, Song Namqi doesn't look any different now than usual.

Ye Jiaqing was still thinking, Song Nanqi raised the corners of his mouth and smiled slightly.

"..."

Well, it seems that he is really drunk, the usual Song Nanqi would never respond to such jokes made by himself.

Since he was really drunk...

Ye Jiaqing didn't want to be too polite, but she couldn't go too far either.

He was just playing, just playing.

Ye Jiaqing thought for a while, lay down on the edge of the bed, and blinked, "Song Nanqi, do you like me very much?"

Song Nanqi picked up the book again.

"Hmm." He nodded.

"How much do you like it?" Ye Jiaqing asked slowly.

Even if you are friends, you should divide the degree of liking.

So this question is pretty trivial.

Song Nanqi turned a page of the book, and said in a natural tone, without showing any signs of drunkenness, "You are my favorite friend, and you are the only friend I have."

Ye Jiaqing covered her eyelashes, her eyelids were thin and white, her collar was slightly open, her expression was innocent, and her temperament was pure.

I don't know why, but when he heard Song Nanqi say that he was his friend, he was a little disappointed. It's been so long, how can he still be a friend?If Song Nanqi keeps thinking like this, how can he sleep with Song Nanqi?

Song Namky doesn't seem like someone who sleeps with friends.

"I have more than one friend." Knowing Song Nanqi's strange and possessive character, Ye Jiaqing said, "I have many friends, how can you only have one?"

Song Nanqi: "Do you think it's fair?"

"This kind of thing still needs to be fair?" Seeing Song Nanqi's serious appearance, Ye Jiaqing felt itchy in his heart. He raised his hand and wanted to scratch the other party's chin, but was bitten by his finger. It hurts, "Teacher Song can't play?" rise."

In front of Song Nanqi, he brought the finger bitten by Song Nanqi to his mouth and licked it lightly with the tip of his tongue, "Do I need a rabies vaccine if I was bitten by you?"

Song Nanqi's tone was light, but definitely not good: "What do you think?"

"Of course not," Ye Jiaqing pursed her lips and smiled, "After all, Mr. Song and I are good friends who have kissed before, so we're going to go crazy early, right?"

"Song Nanqi," Ye Jiaqing spread his hands on the quilt, "Can I not wear a ring?"

Song Nanqi didn't answer him immediately.

Instead, he firmly pressed Ye Jiaqing's fingers one by one and curled up, and then he said: "I can't."

"Are you being reasonable?" Ye Jiaqing grabbed a pillow and threw it at Song Nanqi.

Song Nanqi didn't hide, and Ye Jiaqing didn't hit hard.

After smashing it, Ye Jiaqing fell silent.

He took his mobile phone from the cabinet and swiped Weibo in his hand, still using a small size.

During this period of time, he was busy, so he didn't look at the trumpet much, and he didn't even go on Weibo much.

The private message is about to explode, and the fans are yelling at Wuwu to feed them quickly, it's not a good habit to cut off for too long.

Not everyone can be pure and lustful, some people can't draw tigers into anti-dogs, there are many people who imitate Ye Jiaqing and let go of themselves, but most of them are flying without self.

Ye Jiaqing picked out a few comments and replied, most of them were those who asked him about the progress of the strategy, Ye Jiaqing replied: It's okay.

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"Why don't you come up to sleep?" Song Nanqi's cold voice rang in his ears.

Ye Jiaqing pressed the phone without raising her eyelids, "Well, I have to kiss Teacher Song to get up."

After finishing speaking, Ye Jiaqing blinked unnaturally, what did he just say?

It seems that the personal settings of the Weibo account are directly substituted.

Song Nanqi put down his book and leaned over to kiss Ye Jiaqing's forehead.

"Okay, come up and sleep." Song Nanqi fulfilled Ye Jiaqing's request, as if he really just treated himself as a tool.

Ye Jiaqing got under the covers.

It was still early, and Ye Jiaqing didn't drink much. Song Nanqi's bed was very big, and he rolled on it twice wantonly, rolling away the quilt. Without paying attention, he rolled to Song Nanqi's side.

Ye Jiaqing was lying down, while Song Nanqi was leaning against the head of the bed, his eyes were a bit condescending.

Eyes intertwined, Ye Jiaqing took a shallow breath, he looked into Song Nanqi's eyes, the other party's eyes were deep, and it made people dizzy after staring for a long time.

Being so close, he could easily smell the alcohol on Song Nanqi's body.

"Mr. Song, do you want to go to class?"

After Ye Jiaqing finished speaking, Song Nanqi bowed his head and kissed her.

"Okay." Even with his lips and teeth touching, Song Nanqi responded.

There was a quilt between the two.

This time, Song Nanqi kissed harder than the previous two times. He only rubbed Ye Jiaqing's lips lightly for a moment. Ye Jiaqing seemed to be able to sense Song Nanqi's satiation. After Song Nanqi was satisfied, he didn't pull away immediately like the previous two times. distance.

Song Nanqi moved from his lips to the corners of his lips, and sucked it lightly and heavily. Ye Jiaqing couldn't stand the excitement, and stretched out his hand to grab Song Nanqi's sleeve, and then he wanted to get under the bed.

But he was stopped by Song Nanqi. Song Nanqi had never been so direct and brutal. He held the back of Ye Jiaqing's head with one hand, so full of desire to control that Ye Jiaqing could not escape.

The smell of alcohol that Song Nanqi exhaled was caused by Ye Jiaqing. Ye Jiaqing was a little dizzy, and his earlobe was sucked and sucked over and over again. Even the pinnae, his eyes were not let go, and even his cheeks were touched a little. He was licked all over the place.

Ye Jiaqing felt very exciting, but also worried. Does Song Nan know what he is doing?Why is Song Nanqi so slick when he's drunk?

And there is no end!

Song Nanqi licked, bit and sucked Ye Jiaqing's earlobe. Ye Jiaqing pulled Song Nanqi's sleeve and swallowed, "Mr. Song, that's enough." Is he Ye Jiaqing?

"Why are you crying?" Song Nanqi's voice was only a little hoarse, but his tone was still calm.

He let go of Ye Jiaqing, but stopped in the middle.

Ye Jiaqing blinked.

For a moment, Ye Jiaqing felt a hand reaching out from behind him, and he was hugged completely, leaning against Song Nanqi with his back, "I'll help you."

After Song Nanqi's alcohol finally passed, Ye Jiaqing was already delirious by Rua.

He was stuffed into the quilt, and Song Nanqi treated him like a beautiful and fragile porcelain doll, being careful, his movements to cover Ye Jiaqing with the quilt were very gentle, as if he was afraid of breaking Ye Jiaqing.

Ye Jiaqing turned over, still feeling safer this way.

In the future, don't let Song Nanqi drink casually, forget it if he can't drink, and the wine quality is not good, why do you like endless relatives when you are drunk?

Ye Jiaqing felt frustrated for the first time, and it was because of the frustration that his prey gave him. He couldn't justify it. Obviously, he should be better than Song Nanqi.

Ye Jiaqing buried himself in the quilt and touched his mouth with his fingers.

"Sigh~"

He didn't use much force, just touching it brought a tingling pain.

And the instigator also put down the book.

After he lay down, he put his hands on Ye Jiaqing's waist, and seemingly casually wrapped them in his arms, "Wuwu, sleep."

Ye Jiaqing opened his eyes, thinking, if he was given another chance, the one who cried would definitely be Song Nanqi.

Ye Jiaqing woke up later than Song Nanqi, who was drunk. When he woke up, Song Nanqi was no longer on the bed.

He thought it might be because he was tired by Song Nanqi's rua, that's why he slept so deeply last night.

"Song Nanqi?" Ye Jiaqing sat up. Although the curtains hadn't been drawn, there were a few strands of light coming in. It was very bright and golden. Today's weather should be particularly good.

"Mr. Song?"

I glanced at the time, 11:30.

"Xiao Song?" Ye Jiaqing got out of bed and searched around the room with his slippers on. Song Nanqi's room was surrounded by a study and a small entertainment room, both of which were empty.

Subjectively, Ye Jiaqing didn't mess with other people's things.

When he was looking for Song Nanqi in the room, he saw the photo frame placed on a cabinet in the study.

Standing on the whole side of the cabinet, from bottom to top, in order is Song Nanqi when he was a child to Song Nanqi now. He should take photos every year and frame them with photo frames.

Ye Jiaqing discovered that Song Nanqi used to have a straight face since he was a child, and rarely smiled.

He was standing, facing a few photos of Song Nam-ki in high school uniform.

With a "creak", Ye Jiaqing's immersive viewing of photos was interrupted, and Song Nanqi came from behind.

Indeed, the current Song Nanqi is very different from the drunk Song Nanqi last night. The current Song Nanqi is wearing a white shirt with a neat fit and a short black trench coat outside. A person who is immobilized by Ye Jiaqing.

"This school uniform looks familiar." Ye Jiaqing pointed to the first photo frame in the second row.

It can be confirmed that it is a high school uniform, black and white, very bad traditional domestic school uniform on the street, but if you look closely, you can see a golden line extending from the shoulder to the wrist, and there is a school badge on the chest.

Jiangbei No. [-] Middle School?

At that time, Ye Jiaqing didn't like to study very much, and he seemed to complete the task, so he was not familiar with those high schools in Xintai that are famous for their high teaching quality and high-quality teaching student resources.

It was the school uniform with gold thread that made him remember it.

A little familiar.

"This is a photo I took when I participated in the National Middle School Students Mathematics Competition and won the first prize in the Xintai City Division when I was a sophomore in high school." Song Nanqi's tone was inaudible, and he said to Ye Jiaqing flatly.

"Well, great," Ye Jiaqing nodded. After a while, he suddenly remembered, turned to look at Song Nanqi and said in surprise: "I have also participated in this competition! But I am not the first prize, I am the third prize!"

Ye Jiaqing was pulled to make up the number of students. He belongs to the class teacher's most troublesome class of students. He is not naughty, even very likable, but he is not proactive in his studies. The grades are generally not up or down, and you can get to the front with just one rush.

Being able to win the award is entirely due to his extraordinary performance. It is because of this extraordinary performance that Ye Jiaqing was regarded by the head teacher and grade teacher as a potential seedling that could be cultivated, and he put it in his ear every day. After that, Ye Jiaqing and a few classmates Participated in several competitions.

"No wonder I said this school uniform looks familiar." Ye Jiaqing held the photo frame in his hand, "Your school uniform was very ugly at the time, and then my classmate said that it had gold stitches on it, so I noticed... Hey, Mr. Song, you treat me Do you have an impression?"

Song Nanqi was about to answer.

Ye Jiaqing said to himself again: "Probably not, and I didn't treat you either. We shouldn't be at the same time, but your classmate and I must be, otherwise I wouldn't be familiar with school uniforms."

"Yeah." Song Nanqi took the photo frame from Ye Jiaqing's hand, "Let's go downstairs and have something to eat, let's go back to school."

"Well, good." Ye Jiaqing stepped on her slippers and went to the bathroom to wash up.

Not long after he went in, he poked his head out and said to Song Nanqi: "Xiao Song, I don't want to wear yesterday's clothes, can you lend me a set of your clothes? I promise to wash them nicely for you."

Song Nanqi put the photo frame back, and said, "I'll find it for you." The photo frame returned to its original position and was straightened. From the side, a photo could still be vaguely seen on the back of the photo frame.

Song Nanqi handed Ye Jiaqing a set of clothes, which were new again.

Ye Jiaqing dressed up and went out. It was a little big, but it was okay. The size should be too small, and the style was not at all like what Song Nanqi wore. The shirt inside was white, and the sweater outside was light blue. Underneath are light-colored slacks, and the overall style is as fresh as it needs to be.

He seldom wears this kind of obedient boy style clothes.

"My mother bought it before, it's not suitable for me," Song Nanqi opened the door and went downstairs with Ye Jiaqing, "but it's very suitable for you."

Ye Jiaqing joked: "Then you send me?"

Song Nanqi nodded without even thinking about it, "Okay."

"But these clothes are very expensive."

Song Nanqi's expression did not change, "Among friends, don't talk about money."

"..."

The breakfast was prepared by the aunt in the kitchen, for two people, but half of the table was set up, the flowers were pushed aside, and Ye Jiaqing saw clearly that it was a bunch of yellow plums.

Ye Jiaqing thought that Song Nanqi's family would be at home today, but unexpectedly, there were only him and Song Nanqi at home.

Uncle Zeng: "I'll ask the driver to take the young master and his friends to school later." He pretended not to see the ring on Ye Jiaqing's finger against his conscience.

Du Ting and Ni Xiaoxiao were rushing homework in the dormitory, while lamenting the desolation of only the two of them in the dormitory.

"Ni Xiaoer, you said yesterday that the two of them are not on a date!"

Ni Xiaoxiao wrote furiously, and her mouth was not idle, "I just said that I haven't seen anyone wearing sportswear on a date, but it doesn't mean that they don't go on a date."

"There's no such thing as you patching yourself."

"But what do you think, what did the two of them go there last night?" Du Ting was so gossipy that he almost went crazy with curiosity.It's probably because Ye Jiaqing and Song Nanqi are swaying around under their noses every day, and now Du Ting's mood about the Chinese cabbage being poked by a pig has faded a lot.

"What do you think? What can you do if you haven't returned all night?" Ni Xiaoxiao gave Du Ting a blank look.

While they were having a heated discussion, the door was opened with a key from the outside.

Song Nanqi came in first, followed by Ye Jiaqing.

Ye Jiaqing was holding a bowl of red bean paste in his hand, carrying a schoolbag, and his face was filled with ease and joy.

Song Nanqi also seemed to be in a good mood.

"Good afternoon." Ye Jiaqing took the initiative to greet the two roommates who hadn't seen each other all night.

Du Ting and Ni Xiaoxiao looked at each other.

Ni Xiaoxiao: "I wish you a happy marriage for a hundred years."

Du Ting followed up and said: "Give birth to a precious son early."

"..."