Young Master Jiao and the Poor Master

Pushing Yanyan away with a cold face, Xia Murong tried his best to remain calm, "Yanyan, don't kiss me like you did just now."

"Well, good." Unexpectedly, Manifest agreed very straightforwardly, and even patted Xia Murong's shoulder with a comforting smile.On the contrary, Xia Murong felt a little uncomfortable when he heard it, and opened his mouth, he couldn't think of anything else to say, so he had to let it go.How could Xia Murong, who couldn't hold his breath, know that Young Master Jiao was slandering him: Hey, don't look at his poor benefactor who is tall and strong, and quite shy, it's always right to follow him at this time of.

The more I think about it, the more I feel that I am considerate, Young Master Jiao became a little narcissistic, with a smile on his face, Xia Murong smiled unconsciously, and the strange thoughts in his heart before faded away. Speaking of.But maybe he didn't realize it himself, but this episode still affected him.

Manifesto peeked at Xia Murong while eating, frowning slightly, it was not his illusion, the poor benefactors were avoiding him, why?Usually at the dinner table, the poor benefactor would always pay attention to his situation, but today he didn't look at him from the beginning to the end.Master Jiao's gaze involuntarily shifted to Xia Murong's back, was it because of those injuries?

Uncle Xia glanced back and forth at the two children, but finally said nothing, and even nodded in agreement in his heart.Hmm, is it normal that this should be the case? Is there any reason why people who have known each other for less than ten days and live together will not be awkward?

Endured it until he was yawning so much that he was about to lose his hold, but the poor benefactor still didn't hurry to coax him to sleep first as usual, Young Master Jiao couldn't bear it anymore, and firmly dragged Xia Murong into the room and closed the door.Faced with Xia Murong's seemingly normal expression, Young Master Jiao first flattened his mouth. Seeing that the other person's expression was slightly shaken, he was secretly happy, but he pursed his mouth for a long time without saying a word, silently brewing emotions.

Xia Murong didn't know what the boy in front of him was planning. What he knew was that he was making a fuss too much, but his intuition told him that it would be better to do something now so that there would be no trouble.However, these are just vague feelings, and they are not as important as expressing true emotions.

Xia Murong compromised before he could figure out a way out of the strategic declaration, "Uh, Yanyan, are you sleepy, shall we take a shower and sleep?"

"Brother..." The boy raised his head, his clear eyes showed a trace of confusion and confusion, then he tilted his head, as if he didn't understand what he was worrying about, shook his head, and answered in a muffled voice, He obediently went to the bathroom.But the long "brother" made Xia Murong's heart tremble slightly, and he followed the bathroom faster than he thought.

When Yan Yan turned his head to ignore him like a little stubborn, Xia Murong frowned unconsciously. He didn't like Yan Yan treating him like this, and he didn't like... such a pair of clean eyes were covered with other colors, Complicated, let alone confused.Xia Murong stepped forward, took the initiative to take off Yanyan's clothes, turned on the shower to test the water temperature, and slowly bathed Yanyan after the hot water came out.

"Yanyan, it's my brother's fault. Well, my brother got hurt today, and it's a bit embarrassing, so I'm embarrassed to face Yanyan. Can Yanyan understand?" Xia Murong said without changing his face, and under his palm was a boy. Fair and tender skin, peace of mind.So he thought, if he is thinking too much, what is wrong?His words are still small, and his understanding of certain aspects is almost zero. What is there for him to care about and be harsh?

"Really?" The boy still bowed his head sullenly, but reached out and hugged his waist, and gently rubbed his cheek against his chest. Xia Murong was taken aback, and then a little bit of happiness came to his heart .There is such a person, even a child, who cares so much about your emotions, even for your slight softening attitude, he will act so attached and cautious.

"Really, I'm sorry." Xia Murong just wanted to give more and more credible guarantees at this moment, but unfortunately he was short of words, and there was only one sentence after repeated repetitions.

"You ignore me." Young Master Jiao complained in a low voice.

"Nothing." Xia Murong explained in a low voice.

"Yes." Young Master Jiao said with certainty.

"...Uh, I'm sorry, there will be no next time." Xia Murong admitted his mistake bravely.

"Well, I forgive you." Manifesto replied, the corners of his mouth curved slightly in a triumphant arc.

Mom, I seem to have found a way to deal with poor benefactors. Does this mean that poor benefactors will always be mine?

Early the next morning, as soon as Xia Murong opened the courtyard door, he heard footsteps behind him. The delicate boy rubbed his eyes and wobbled over, and he responded with a few strides, "Yanyan, What's wrong?"

Hearing his voice, the boy seemed to wake up a bit, and smiled at Xia Murong amidst the sound of the tricycle motor, "Brother, will I take you out every morning from now on? Then, here, I'll wait for you right here, so you can see me from a distance, okay?"

Seeing that Yanyan was pointing at the small stone pier at the entrance of the courtyard, Xia Murong couldn't bear to laugh, and couldn't bear to hit the boy who was already a little excited, "Hey, isn't it painful to get up early every day? Yanyan can really do it? Uh, It's even better in summer now, what about winter? Think about the morning at a few degrees below zero..."

Xia Murong didn't finish his sentence, and his teasing expression also restrained.Because the boy's expression is too serious, the slightly puffed up cheeks are a little cute.It's just such a child that he brought home with the mentality of supporting him from the beginning, and now he is looking at him very seriously, and said solemnly, "Brother, I can, because I want to separate from my brother at the last moment." , because I want to see my brother back as soon as possible."

Not untouched, Xia Murong thought.But I don’t know why, but I always feel that my current mood is a bit strange, and he can’t say what is strange, so he just said “um”, rubbed Yan Yan’s head, “Okay, brother, trust you, be good, go back and continue Go to sleep." Then he turned and left, without seeing the bright smiling face of the boy behind him.

Many years later, Xia Murong embraced the naked young man, and endured the youth's routine mischief early in the morning. Finally, he couldn't hold back for the nth time. He moved, and warned in a low voice, "Yanyan, don't play with fire!"

The young man, who had never been afraid of him at all, could not listen to what he said, and spontaneously wrapped his legs around him, clutching his things with one hand and rolling them up and down, blinking, and asked him innocently, " Brother, don't you want me?"

With a "boom", Xia Murong thumped out of the bed in frustration. It was like this every time, but he couldn't refuse every time, "Yanyan, don't think about it next time!"

Unexpectedly, the young man laughed out loud when he heard the words, licked his lips, and straightened his back ambiguously, "Brother, I have long been yours, you really won't make me feel better?"

Now it was Xia Murong's turn to have a hard time. He reached out and explored the place behind the young man. The place he just made last night was still a little soft. He opened it up as quickly as possible, and he pushed in with his things.In an instant, the young man frowned, and stopped trying to relax his body. Xia Murong was angry and funny at the same time.This little bastard was fearless when he lit the fire, but when it was replaced by a real one, he would immediately wilt, promising.

"Brother, I like you, I like you very much, I like you very much very early on." The young man who took a breath did not forget to say sweet words, and after recovering, he took the initiative to cater to you in a mess, causing trouble Xia Murong couldn't stop for even half a minute, let alone grasp the measure, he just wanted to push harder and harder, and go deeper and deeper.

Finally, when everything calmed down, Xia Murong looked at the miserable young man in his arms, annoyed and distressed.What annoys me is the deliberate provocation of the young man who is not afraid of death, and what distresses me is the traces of bruises all over the young man's body.But the young man had already mastered his emotional code, grinning and rubbing his toes against his abdomen, "Brother, brother, it's very comfortable, do it again?"

The dark-faced Xia Murong picked him up and went straight to the bathroom. Intermittent scolding mixed with a few chuckles came out through the closed bathroom door.When the door was opened again, the squeamish young man was still occupying the arms of his family's poor benefactor. Although the tall man still had a tiger's face, his movements when he put down his youth were extraordinarily gentle.

What Xia Murong didn't know was that his young master Jiao was speaking those so-called love-words very seriously.

His mother told him that when he is willing to get up early and send people to the door for years in order to see more people, and can't wait to stretch his neck to look forward to people coming back from thousands of miles away, he really likes them That person is gone.It is different from the general liking, but likes it very much.As for what kind of liking is like very much, my mother said that he will understand when he grows up.

These are all recorded in the manifesto.