On a thousand fishing tips for green tea

The scar on the back of Ye Jiaqing's neck is a bit long, and the part where the needles were stitched is very dark, as if it was stabbed in with a sharp weapon, and the part where the stitches were not stitched still has blood scabs.

He lay on the bed, and obediently let Song Nanqi administer medicine to himself. He was in a bad mood and healed quickly. While chatting with Lin Chuqi on his cell phone, he still didn't forget to talk to Song Nanqi.

"The doctor said that there will be scars. I've already thought about it. When the wound is completely healed, I'll get a tattoo." Ye Jiaqing pulled out two pictures from the photo album and showed them to Song Nanqi. "Rose is more beautiful, or is rose more beautiful?"

Song Nanqi glanced at him, his brows were light, "Which one do you like?"

"Rose, roses are so popular."

"Well, that's Rose."

After taking the medicine, Ye Jiaqing folded his collar and sat up, rubbing against Song Nanqi. He stared at Song Nanqi intently for a long time, his eyelids drooped, "Song Nanqi, why aren't you angry?"

"Did you miss me these few days?" Although Ye Jiaqing didn't like Ye Si's behavior, he had to admit that genes are powerful, and their existence cannot be denied. Subconsciously, he would do something The same thing Ye Si would do.

According to the past, Ye Jiaqing thought that Song Nanqi would say "there is no need to get angry, anger can't solve the problem", this is Song Nanqi's consistent way of answering questions.

But not this time, Song Nanqi didn't answer immediately, when Ye Jiaqing poked his face with his finger to urge him to answer quickly, Song Nanqi raised his head, his eyes were slightly red, "I'm not angry." His voice was very cold, so cold Ye Jiaqing's heart tightened.

"Teacher Song" Ye Jiaqing patted Song Nanqi with his head, "Kiss?"

Song Nanqi gently pushed him away, and as the distance increased, Ye Jiaqing's eyes instantly became moist.

He was in a panic.

Worrying about gains and losses itself is the gene that Ye Si passed into his blood from his mother's womb. His means of pleasing people is obviously useless to Song Nanqi, who is too rational and calm.

"Ye Jiaqing, I didn't expect you to deal with the problem so naively." Song Nanqi's eyes were dark, which made Ye Jiaqing's heart tense. Song Nanqi had never looked at him with such eyes.

"Don't hurt yourself is the first principle of dealing with problems." Song Nanqi stretched out his hand and pulled Ye Jiaqing, who was downcast, to his eyes. "If you get hurt, then your way of dealing with problems is weak and failed."

Song Nanqi's hands were cold, unlike Ye Jiaqing who just came out of the bed and was dressed thickly. Ye Jiaqing felt that Song Nanqi felt too scary to him at this moment, but it wasn't scary. It was a rare expressionless face that made him not even act coquettishly to please him. Dare to continue.

"I've thought about a lot of things this week, so I haven't come to see you." Song Nanqi spoke at a moderate pace. His fingers rubbed Ye Jiaqing's wrist, and it hurt a little, but Ye Jiaqing held back and kept silent.

"Everyone has a different way of solving problems. Whether it is a lover or a partner, I know that I must give the other party enough personal space and give the other party the opportunity to choose freely."

"So the day you said you had to deal with it yourself, I believed you, and I believed that my Wuwu would be able to convince his mother that he is an adult and has his own independent thinking ability and way of thinking."

Ye Jiaqing swallowed, the calmer Song Nanqi became, the more he felt something was wrong, Song Nanqi's current breath made him feel very cramped.

Song Nanqi: "I know how to be a qualified lover, my father taught by example. But that's not my real idea, I want to interfere with your life, interfere with your choice, I don't want you to have your own life and thinking, I hope you It's my bird, it's my fin."

Ye Jiaqing stared blankly at Song Nanqi.

"Teacher Song Song, do you know what you are talking about?" Ye Jiaqing's voice was trembling, because from Song Nanqi's tone and expression, it was not hard to tell that Song Nanqi was not joking with him.

The worst thing he did was want to sleep with Song Nanqi, but he never thought of locking Song Nanqi up.

As if to appease Ye Jiaqing, Song Nanqi lowered his head and kissed Ye Jiaqing's eyelids lightly, and then licked his eyelashes very tenderly. His breath was warm, but Ye Jiaqing's body was cold with fear because of his overly gentle demeanor.

Ye Jiaqing hugged Song Nanqi's waist, and said pitifully: "Mr. Song, do I know I was wrong? Anyway, Ye Si and I have already agreed on the phone that I will not live at home and go home once a month. She won't I will ask about our affairs again, didn't I handle it well? I don't want her to scold you, so I didn't let you intervene. "

Song Nanqi looked down at the top of the boy's fluffy head, and it went down. The scar on the back of his neck stuck to it like a ferocious centipede. Song Nanqi couldn't suppress the desire to control that rose instantly.

He pushed Ye Jiaqing down, leaned over and bit the other's lip, Ye Jiaqing's heart trembled with pain, but he still opened his mouth obediently.

The chandelier in front of me was originally three-dimensional, but after the tip of my tongue was sucked and licked, the chandelier became a fuzzy abstract oil painting.

Ye Jiaqing held Song Nanqi's clothes around his waist with his fingers. Song Nanqi's direct and rough kiss made him feel a little scared, but at the same time, a sense of satisfaction overflowed from the bottom of his heart.

He is very clear that he likes Song Nanqi.

But when Song Nanqi finally let him go, Ye Jiaqing's tears still burst out uncontrollably.

"Wuwu, there's no next time." Song Nanqi lifted Ye Jiaqing, who had lost his mind, from the bed and into his arms. He once again caught a glimpse of the black scar on the back of the other's neck, suppressed those dark emotions, and kissed Ye Jiaqing ears.

Ye Jiaqing whimpered in fear.

Ye Jiaqing stayed in the hotel until the day before the Chinese New Year. At that time, snow had covered every corner of Xintai, every place was snow-white, and the construction suits of different heights were wrapped like big mushrooms.

Zhang Zhi called Ye Jiaqing tactfully and told Ye Jiaqing that he took Ye Si back to his hometown for the New Year, so he didn't have to go home this time.

Ye Jiaqing heaved a sigh of relief, he actually didn't want to see Ye Si, he didn't want to see Ye Si's carefully hurt and flattering eyes, he didn't feel refreshed, only bored and uncomfortable.

He had nothing to worry about, he stayed happily in the hotel, played games with Du Ting and others on the Internet, and when Song Nanqi was there, he just read books and memorized words, his life was extremely fulfilling.

"You spend the Chinese New Year at home, don't come to me." Ye Jiaqing had candy in his mouth, he leaned on the recliner, the terrace outside was a blank white, he booked a suite with a terrace, unfortunately in this weather , It's useless to have a balcony, he can only watch the snow from the French window.

Song Nanqi was reading a book, he raised his head when he heard the words, and said, "I will be on night shift at the hospital on New Year's Eve."

night shift?

Ye Jiaqing blinked, "You still have to be on duty during the Chinese New Year? Isn't it your own hospital? Let your dad adjust it for you."

Song Nanqi flipped the pages of the book, "It's my turn, and others have to go home for the New Year. I'm still a student, so I don't miss this time."

I don't know if it's Ye Jiaqing's illusion, but he always feels that Song Nanqi has changed a lot after the two of them separated for a week.

The other party read the book seriously, Ye Jiaqing peeled an orange and handed it over, "Do you want to eat it?"

Song Nanqi raised his eyes, his eyes were as calm and deep as lake water, Ye Jiaqing slowly retracted his hand, looked out the window, "Mr. Song, this snow is really big."

He had nothing to say.

There is a small coffee table between the two of them.

Ye Jiaqing slowly opened the orange and fed it to his mouth. He leaned on the sofa and watched the movie on the projector. The female lead was about to separate from the male lead. The two hugged each other at the train station and then kissed fiercely.

"Ms. Song, you come to my place every day after work, won't Auntie tell you?"

"They care more about you and let me spend more time with you."

Song Nanqi got up and poured a glass of water. Hearing the sound of water flowing into the glass, Ye Jiaqing moved and sat up straight, with a posture of high alertness, and instantly became absent-minded.

Zhou Jingmeng also contacted him later. On WeChat, Zhou Jingmeng told him not to think too much, they would not take Ye Si's words to heart, and hoped that he could properly handle the relationship with Ye Si.

The Song family seems to have a lot of rules, but their methods of education are more tolerant and lenient than most families.

"Drink water." Song Nanqi handed the water to Ye Jiaqing's mouth.

Ye Jiaqing put down the orange and swallowed it clean.

He raised his hand to hold the cup to drink, but Song Nanqi avoided it with the cup.

"?" Ye Jiaqing looked up at Song Nanqi in confusion.

Song Nanqi brought the cup to Ye Jiaqing's mouth again, even if he didn't say anything, Ye Jiaqing knew what the other party meant.

Ye Jiaqing took Song Nanqi's hand and sipped water. The glass looked big, but the glass was actually very thick, and the water it could hold was less than [-] milliliters.

I don't know where Song Nanqi's bad taste came from during this period, and he has to feed it from time to time.

Ye Jiaqing asked Lin Chuqi, and Lin Chuqi's answer was: to satisfy the desire to control and to feed.

Ye Jiaqing's eyelashes were trembling, and she couldn't help trembling, because her posture was a bit awkward, after all, she wasn't holding the cup by herself, so every time she swallowed it, the sound was quite loud.

At the bottom of the cup, Song Nanqi tilted the cup, and Ye Jiaqing obediently drank the last bit of water.

He raised his head and looked at Song Nanqi helplessly and innocently, "I'm full, I won't eat dinner." He began to play tricks and act like a baby.

Song Nanqi's eyes were like splashing ink. He twisted Ye Jiaqing's chin and leaned over to kiss Ye Jiaqing. The lips that had just been soaked and moisturized by water were extremely moist. Song Nanqi sucked for a while before he invaded the inside of his mouth.

Ye Jiaqing leaned on the sofa, with Song Nanqi holding his back. He felt that he would be killed by Song Nanqi sooner or later.

The impression of Song Nanqi at the beginning has become very vague. Why did he think that he could play Song Nanqi in the palm of his hand and that Song Nanqi was rigid and harmless?

Is he crazy?

The tip of her tongue was bitten, and Ye Jiaqing suddenly regained consciousness.

There were tears in his eyes.

Song Nanqi rubbed his hair, "Don't be distracted." He could feel Ye Jiaqing's emotions all the time.