Rival roommate wants to be my boyfriend

Cheng Yue was a little restless when he got in the car, but An's mother didn't say anything along the way, she didn't ask questions about him as he imagined, or express anger at An Mingyu's injury.

He calmed down a little.

Not far from the restaurant, it is one of the most upscale places in this part of the university town.

Mother Ann led them into a private room, and the three of them sat down.

The air was silent for a few seconds.

Seeing that the mother and son seemed to have something to say, Cheng Yue took the initiative, "I'll help you buy drinks."

An's mother smiled at him: "There is a milk tea shop next door, can you bring me a cup of milk tea? Whole sugar."

"Okay, okay." Cheng Yue nodded.

Unexpectedly, Mama An, who looks cool on the outside, would like such a girly drink.

Cheng Yue walked out, a little unbelievable.

He thought the other party would ask for coffee, the sugar-free kind.

"Is there anyone who orders people around like you?" An Mingyu asked her dissatisfiedly as Cheng Yue left.

Mother An took out a second cigarette and lit it for herself, ignoring his question: "Which of you two is chasing who?"

An Mingyu is used to the straightforward style of speaking to her: "We are not together yet."

Mother An recalled the place where she saw the two just now, and her delicate eyebrows frowned.

She knows about her own son, and she doesn't know who he inherited from him. He loves cleanliness since he was a child, and he has never had physical contact with the opposite sex. She, as a mother, was not allowed to hug An Mingyu after she entered junior high school. him.

But An Mingyu came out of the hotel with the boy just now.

She took a puff of cigarette: "I've bumped into it, and you still plan to fool me?"

An Mingyu was a little helpless: "It's really not together yet."

Mother An's eyebrows frowned even deeper: "Then did you just sleep under the quilt last night?"

An Mingyu: "..."

It was true, and it was covered with two quilts.

Mother Ann: "Does he know you like him?"

Her son likes the boy just now, she can tell at a glance, there is no need to ask.

"I know." An Mingyu was a little hesitant, but then he remembered that Cheng Yue deliberately took the same public elective course as him at first, and then invited him to a couple's meal.

After recalling it, he said firmly: "He likes me, he gave me a little...hint, and then I like him very much."

An's mother realized what the situation was now, and nodded: "Then hurry up and chase."

She is very accurate at seeing people, and based on her first impression, she has a very good impression of Cheng Yue.

An Mingyu: "Understood."

Isn't this chasing?

"Don't whine about like your father." Mother An shook the cigarette ash, "Bring him home before the end of the year, so that our family will always miss a red envelope every Chinese New Year, and your Aunt Luo's daughter-in-law It’s been seven or eight appointments, and you’re still a bachelor.”

An Mingyu: "..."

Mother An: "I feel uncomfortable seeing her so vigorously, as if her son is so sought-after."

She pursed her lips: "My son is top-notch in everything, and he can't lose to others in terms of marrying a wife."

This is because he is very satisfied with Cheng Yue and has already regarded him as his family.

An Mingyu smiled: "Understood. I just want to discuss this matter with you this time."

Mother Ann: "?"

An Mingyu sighed in her heart: "Saturday is my birthday, I want to invite him to my house for a few days."

Mother An's expression froze for a moment, her eyes flashed: "I remember."

"Yes." An Mingyu smiled.

Mother Ann: "That's a good idea. Let your dad meet him too."

An Mingyu twitched the corner of her mouth: "It's not yet time, so don't scare him."

Mother An didn't answer, but instead asked, "Have you invited me?"

"Not yet, I will find time to talk about it myself, don't worry about it."

There was a moment of silence in the box.

Mother An responded, lowering her eyelashes: "Tell me about your recent affairs. Why did you enter the police station again last night?"

"Someone bullied Cheng Yue, and I had a fight with him." An Mingyu said truthfully.

"Cheng Yue?" Mother An asked, "Is this the child from a few years ago?"

An Mingyu nodded.

Mother An was even more satisfied, but her eyes fell on An Mingyu's gauze-wrapped right hand again.

An Mingyu: "He brought a knife, but I have nothing."

An's mother's mouth was still tense, with a hint of disgust.

An Mingyu: "...he was hurt more than me, didn't I win the fight?"

After a while, Mother An leaned back in the chair, and said casually: "I will prepare the information about that person for you, and I will sue after your birthday. You go there yourself, and deal with whatever you want."

"know."

Mother An: "A few days ago, I heard from your father that Yu Qiong came to him once and said that you transferred Yu Qin?"

An Mingyu: "Yes."

Mother Ann: "Why?"

An Mingyu: "He bullied Cheng Yue."

After a few seconds, she asked again: "Then what is it about Director Wang saying that you want to investigate a professor from S University? He also bullied Cheng Yue?"

"..." An Mingyu said, "His daughter bullied Cheng Yue."

Mother Ann was silent.

This short-sighted temperament was carved out of her.

After a few seconds, Mother An put out the cigarette: "Then you can figure it out."

A few minutes later, Cheng Yue came back with two cups of milk tea.

"This is Naiqing." He put Mama An's cup in front of her.

Mother An thanked him for taking it over and teased him: "Why don't you call me sister?"

Cheng Yue's little face blushed again in a flash, "I..."

An Mingyu cleared her throat in warning.

Mother An ignored An Mingyu, and said with a smile: "Mingyu's birthday is Saturday, and he wants to invite you to play at home for a day. I'm sorry to ask you, but let me ask for him, is Xiaoyue willing to go?"

An Mingyu: "."

Cheng Yue looked at him in surprise: "Really?"

An Mingyu coughed lightly: "Yes."

"I'm willing to go, definitely." Cheng Yue nodded to An's mother.

"Okay." Mother Ann poked open the milk and took a sip, "Then call him to pick you up then."

An Mingyu opened the chair: "Sit."

Cheng Yue sat down beside him, and when the food was served, he leaned over and said, "You are a few months older than me."

An Mingyu paused: "What's your date?"

"November [-]th, it's still early."

An Mingyu nodded, and silently wrote it down in her heart.

He reached out to get another cup of milk tea brought by Cheng Yue, but he didn't expect that before his fingertips touched the cup, Cheng Yue quickly grabbed the milk tea into his arms.

"This cup is mine." He whispered.

An Mingyu raised her eyebrows: "?"

Cheng Yue explained: "Your hand is injured, so you can't drink these for the time being, and it's best not to eat dishes with chili peppers later."

Oh, this is starting to control him.

An Mingyu put her hand back: "Okay, I will follow Teacher Cheng's orders."

Being called a teacher in front of his parents, Cheng Yue's ears became hot: "You...don't call me that."

He sneaked a glance at An Mingyu's mother, and saw that the other party was picking up vegetables and didn't pay attention to them, so Cheng Yue stuffed a bag of things in his arms into An Mingyu's pocket.

"I brought you candy." He said, the patient's emotions are sensitive and need to be comforted, "Don't be unhappy, I haven't forgotten you."

An Mingyu reached into his pocket and touched.

It's the toffee from before.

The corners of his lips raised uncontrollably: "Mr. Cheng, are you coaxing me?"

Cheng Yue: "..."

He suspected that An Mingyu deliberately wanted to see him nervous in front of his mother.

The heat on Cheng Yue's face had already started to spread to his neck, he nodded quickly, put his head down to eat, and refused to talk to An Mingyu any more.

In the evening, when the two returned to the dormitory, Yang Kaimiao found out what had happened, and it was inevitable that there would be another flurry of confusion.

By the time they finished their fuss and everyone had washed up, it was almost ten o'clock.

Cheng Yue finished brushing his teeth and was about to go to bed when he suddenly saw An Mingyu making medicine.

He reminded: "This is an antipyretic, you don't need to drink it after you withdraw it."

But An Mingyu still swallowed the cup of medicine in one breath.

Cheng Yue opened his eyes wide: "Are you on fire again?"

Fever would come and go, he almost forgot.

An Mingyu nodded, her eyelids were drooping, she didn't have much energy: "Well, don't worry, I have a low fever."

Cheng Yue glanced at the thermometer on the table, it was 38 degrees.

Yang Kaimiao probed: "Do you want to go to the infirmary again?"

"I've seen it. I changed the medicine. There is no major problem." An Mingyu climbed onto the bed with one hand and lay down under the quilt.

"Can I turn off the air conditioner?" Cheng Yue asked Yang Kaimiao.

"Ok, turn it off, I have a small electric fan." Yang Kaimiao agreed of course.

He turned off the air conditioner, ran back to An Mingyu's bed, and scratched the edge of the bed: "Where are your towels?"

The boy on the upper bunk half closed his eyes: "Don't bother, go to sleep, Mr. Cheng."

Cheng Yue pursed his lips and refused to leave.

An Mingyu just turned her head, and there was some faint emotion in her eyes. He didn't see it clearly, but the other party had already smiled and said: "The second row of shelves, the blue one."

As soon as he finished speaking, Cheng Yue trotted over.

There was noise from the pool, and after waiting for a while, Cheng Yue came back with a basin of cold water, carefully wrung the towel until it was half dry, climbed up on the bed, and gently placed it on An Mingyu's forehead.

The latter let out a comfortable sigh: "Thank you."

Seeing him like this, Cheng Yue felt uncomfortable: "Is it better?"

"It's much better." An Mingyu's voice was very soft, he stretched out his arm and hooked Gou Chengyue's fingers, "Your hands are so warm."

The fingertips touched were very hot, but he knew that An Mingyu would only feel cold.

Cheng Yue held his hand: "Will this be more comfortable?"

"Comfortable." An Mingyu turned her head sideways, her eyes flickering, "My quilt is a bit thin."

"Mr. Cheng, can I borrow your thick quilt again?"

"Yes." Cheng Yue agreed of course.

The last time An Mingyu returned the quilt, he put it back in the closet at the top of the dormitory.

Cheng Yue moved a small chair to fetch the quilt.

"Hey, I'll help you, don't fall down." Yang Kaimiao sat up.

Cheng Yue has quickly lifted the quilt out: "No, I can do it myself."

He untied the rope from the quilt and handed it to An Mingyu over his head.

"Thank you." An Mingyu piled his thin quilt to the side against the wall, and wrapped himself in Cheng Yue's thick quilt.

Being pulled under her nose, An Mingyu lowered her eyes and sniffed.

It was the same breath as Cheng Yue's.

Much more comfortable.

After turning off the lights, Cheng Yue lay down, and Yang Kaimiao fell asleep in seconds, with a slight snoring sound in his ears.

He closed his eyes, and suddenly felt the hair on the top of his head being plucked a few times.

Cheng Yue raised his head: "?"

An Mingyu's voice was soft: "Shake hands again?"

Cheng Yue didn't move.

An Mingyu softened her tone again: "Mr. Cheng, I'm cold."

In the darkness, Cheng Yue saw the shadow of his profile cast on the wall by the faint moonlight.

very hazy.

He blinked very lightly, stretched out his hand, and took An Mingyu's.

The latter gathered five fingers together and encircled him.

The touch of the skin is warm, and the pulse in the palm is clear, spreading from the grip to the limbs.

It was not the first time to shake hands, but Cheng Yue's heartbeat was still faster than ever.

He secretly glanced back at Yang Kaimiao's bed, feeling a little guilty.

Yang Kaimiao fell asleep early.No one knows what's going on in this dark dormitory except them.

Two upper bunks with the heads of the beds touching each other, he and An Mingyu were holding hands through the gap between the bed rails.

Cheng Yue buried his face in the quilt.

What is he guilty of.

Just shake hands.

Cheng Yue closed his eyes and forced himself to put aside these thoughts.

Time passed, and when there was even breathing from the top of her head, and the hands in the palms were completely relaxed, An Mingyu opened her eyes.

He rubbed his thumb on the back of Cheng Yue's hand a few times, and followed his fingers down, as if describing.

An Mingyu glanced at Cheng Yue, who was already fast asleep.

A soft smile appeared in An Mingyu's eyes, she bent her neck, and rested her forehead on the back of Cheng Yue's hand, her breath was full of Cheng Yue's smell.

After a long time, a hot kiss secretly fell on his fingertips.