I won't chase you a second time

Maybe the man's self-esteem is used for some useless things.

The chat between the two ended up bragging about each other.

The next day, Jiang Wensong woke up very early, obviously he hadn't slept for a few hours but he was still very energetic.

He Mingxu slept very lightly, and Jiang Wensong woke up as soon as he woke up.

Jiang Wensong got up to do stretching, turned around and saw He Mingxu sitting up with his eyes closed.

Her hair was a little messy, her upper body was naked, and her expression was a little dazed.

He looked funny, walked closer and sat down on the edge of the bed, trying to reach out and pinch He Mingxu's swollen face, but just as he reached out, his wrist was caught.

He Mingxu's body temperature was very high, and he immediately stuck to Jiang Wensong's wrist.

"What?" He Mingxu narrowed his eyes slightly to look at him, his voice was low and hoarse.

He Mingxu still had no special expression, but there seemed to be some gentleness in his tone.

Jiang Wensong was speechless and shook his head.

He Mingxu didn't speak, and his rough thumb unconsciously rubbed Jiang Wensong's wrist.

The movements were too gentle, Jiang Wensong didn't stretch out his hand back, and let He Mingxu move.

He Mingxu raised his head to see Jiang Wensong's obedient appearance, and pulled Jiang Wensong a little closer with his hands.

Jiang Wensong looked at He Mingxu's approaching face, and quickly shrank his neck to hide from him, "I haven't brushed my teeth yet."

"It's okay, I didn't scan it either." He Mingxu teased him.

He stretched his neck and hid back, revealing his slender and fair neck.

He Mingxu's subordinates did not relax at all, and pulled Jiang Wensong overlord to kiss him on the neck a few times.

"I'm dirty..." Jiang Wensong still raised his neck.

"I can make you even dirtier." He Mingxu stretched out his hand and pretended to move.

Jiang Wensong quickly stretched out his hand to push He Mingxu's chest, and immediately touched his firm and firm chest muscles.

Because the hand felt so good, Jiang Wensong shamefully moved his hand down a few inches.

Jiang Wensong has practiced dancing all the year round, and has thin muscles on his body, but they are not as obvious as He Mingxu.

He Mingxu looked down at the hands touching his body.

Jiang Wensong took advantage of the relaxation of He Mingxu's subordinates, quickly stretched out his hand, and escaped from He Mingxu's imprisonment.

After a while, the two quickly washed up, changed their clothes, and left the hotel in good spirits.

The two didn't have breakfast at the hotel, but went directly to the gate of the high school.

Jiang Wensong followed He Mingxu to a nearby noodle shop.

The store is not big, but it is very clean and tidy. The aunt inside saw He Mingxu and called out in surprise, "Handsome boy, are you here?"

Counting it, He Mingxu graduated only half a year ago, but the aunt still remembers him.

"En." He Mingxu nodded.

This is the breakfast shop he often comes to. Jiang Wensong also came here often when he was freshman in high school.

It's just that this time not only Jiang Wensong lost his memory, but the aunt also couldn't remember Jiang Wensong because of the passage of time.

Although the aunt still praised Jiang Wensong for being handsome like she did for the first time.

Jiang Wensong still said thank you shyly like the first time.

After ordering, the two sat down in their old seats.

Jiang Wensong has been looking at the shop since he entered the shop, but he didn't think of anything until the noodles ordered by He Mingxu arrived.

"Eat breakfast." He Mingxu handed him a pair of chopsticks.

Jiang Wensong nodded, looking at the attractively colored and fragrant fried noodles on the table.

This shop is small, but the fried rice noodles are really delicious.

But other than delicious, there is nothing special about it.

The mobile phone placed by Jiang Wensong's hand vibrated, Jiang Wensong finished eating the noodles in his mouth, and picked it up to take a look.

new friends.

Jiang Wensong clicked on the interface of adding friends, looked at the note written by that person, felt a buzzing in his mind, and temporarily stopped thinking.

[Wen Song, I am Dad. ]

He and Jiang Yuantao haven't seen each other for about two years.

Although he can't remember most of the things when he and his father lived together, he is still unconsciously conflicted emotionally. If his father is far away, he can probably understand what Jiang Yuantao probably did.

It's not that Jiang Wensong didn't think that his father would come to him on his own initiative, but he didn't expect it to be so sudden after two years.

In the early morning, the number of customers in the breakfast shop gradually increased, and there was a lot of noise around. Jiang Wensong looked at the screen of his mobile phone, and suddenly became unresponsive.

He Mingxu who was sitting opposite looked at Jiang Wensong in a daze, and asked him, "What's wrong?"

Jiang Wensong reacted, turned off the screen, put the phone aside, and shook his head.

Although he looked obviously absent-minded.

He Mingxu thought he was thinking of something, and suddenly his mind was a little messed up, so he asked again: "Do you have a headache?"

Jiang Wensong looked at He Mingxu as if he was a little worried, and quickly shook his head, "No, what a headache."

He Mingxu looked at him.

Jiang Wensong had a pretended relaxed expression on his face.

After the two had breakfast, they went to the nearby high school, but it was quiet inside, and there was no sign of a single student.

I was stunned at the school gate for a while, and turned on my phone to check the time, only to find that today is Sunday.

Speechless for a while, the two had no choice but to wander around the school.

When he reached an alley, He Mingxu stopped and looked inside steadily.

Jiang Wensong also stopped.

The alley is nothing special, dirty and old, with a lot of messy things piled up.

He Mingxu looked at it for a long time, "Do you remember that you were beaten up here before?"

"Me?" Jiang Wensong raised his eyebrows.

"Do you know who saved you?"

Jiang Wensong looked at him with uncertainty, and guessed, "You?"

He Mingxu didn't speak, but stood there coolly, as if saying that you had a wink.

Jiang Wensong was actually miserable when he first transferred to another school.

When he came to a completely unfamiliar place, he always had a different atmosphere from here, and maybe he was not used to it at that time, and he didn't like to talk, so Jiang Wensong easily became the object of being excluded.

Boys in high school are young and energetic, and a little friction can rise to the height of fighting and making trouble, so Jiang Wensong always looks pitiful with new wounds covering old wounds.

He didn't want to be nosy at first, but at the moment he passed by, he turned his head and glanced at the group of people by accident, so He Mingxu met Jiang Wen Song Yuanyuan's eyes like this, and stopped involuntarily.

Speaking of which, that should be the first communication between him and Jiang Wensong.

Jiang Wensong stood at the entrance of the alley for a long time, many chaotic scenes flashed through his mind.

Still messy and without a storyline.

"Why does it sound like I'm in such a miserable state, yet still being beaten?" Jiang Wensong asked.

"I haven't been beaten since I became my little brother."

"Okay, don't make it up." Jiang Wensong wrinkled his nose and waved his hands, obviously not wanting to admit it.