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Hickey is also called "curry chicken" in Cantonese, and Yan Jiwen suddenly remembered something from his childhood.

At that time, couples who often watched TV dramas gave each other "curry chicken" as a symbol of mutual love.

Yan Jiwen, who was still in the stage of ignorance about love, followed suit, but he couldn't kiss his own neck, so he settled for the next best thing, and opened his mouth to bite on his arm.

The "curry chicken" didn't come out, but he gnawed himself black and blue. Jiang Wei was so scared that he thought he was bullied in class. Because of this, he ran to the school several times and found all the teachers and principals. all over.

Thinking of the stupid things he did before, Yan Jiwen couldn't help laughing.

Han Yi stopped when he heard the laughter: "What's wrong?"

"It's just a little itchy." Yan Jiwen raised his hand and touched the place where Han Yi's lips touched just now, the skin still had a slightly warm temperature.

The area of ​​"Curry Chicken" on the neck is not large, but the scarlet imprint falls on the most obvious place, and it is hard to ignore it.

Fortunately, in winter, if you wear thick enough clothes and a high enough collar, if you raise the zipper of the sweater up a few centimeters, you can easily get a perfect cover.

Everyone was still working hard, and no one cared why the two of them stayed on the balcony for so long just now.

As a casual eater, after dinner, Han Yi offered to help clean up, but was stopped by Yan Jiwen.

"You don't need to do it, we can do it ourselves." Yan Jiwen took the bowls and chopsticks from his hand.

With nothing to do, Han Yi sat at Yan Jiwen's desk and looked around curiously.

The desktop is very tidy, except for the computer and textbooks, there are also some books borrowed from the library.

Han Yi casually flipped through a book to pass the time, and within a few minutes of reading, Yan Jiwen came back after washing, much faster than he imagined.

Yan Jiwen handed him a cup of freshly brewed hot milk tea: "Where are you planning to go later?"

In such a cold weather, there is nothing to do outside, so it is better to go home, wash and sleep.

Han Yi looked at the time, put the book back to its original place, and stood up from his seat: "It's almost time for me to go back."

He walked to the door of the dormitory, and as soon as the door opened, a gust of cold wind howled in from outside.

A new cold wave came again, and after nightfall, the city ushered in a new wave of cooling.

When Han Yi went out in the morning, he had enough clothes, but now it was completely useless, and he started rubbing his hands and stomping his feet non-stop before he took a step from the threshold of the dormitory.

Yan Jiwen found out his black down jacket for Han Yi to put on, and asked, "How did you go back?"

"I called a car and it will be there in a while." Han Yi wrapped the down jacket tightly.

Yan Jiwen has a taller physique, and the down jacket is a bit too big for Han Yi. The handsome teacher Han looks bloated and clumsy at the moment, a bit funny, and a bit cute.

Yan Jiwen couldn't help but want to take a few more glances.

"I'll take you downstairs." With selfishness in his heart, he accompanied Han Yi to wait downstairs.

Because it is a dormitory area, it is inevitable that various students will come in and out from time to time. The boys passing by will always look at Han Yi intentionally or unconsciously. Most of those eyes are curious, and they are secretly thinking about this. Is the good-looking fresh face a teacher or a student?

Teacher Han's high attention made Yan Jiwen a little complacent, but he didn't like it after being seen too much by others.

It feels like owning a treasure, afraid that others will not see it, and afraid that others will covet it every day after seeing it.

Being in love always makes people so contradictory.

The driver had already pulled the car to the front, Han Yi pushed Yan Jiwen's back, urging him to go upstairs quickly: "Go back to the dormitory, it's quite cold outside."

Yan Jiwen didn't move, he seemed unwilling to leave.

"Mr. Han," he pinched the sleeves of Han Yi's down jacket, and then put his hands down again, a little bit reluctant and acting like a baby, maybe he didn't realize it himself, "Can I take you home?"

cute!The barrage in Han Yi's mind has been looping endlessly.

Unintentional acting like a baby is the deadliest. Han Yi was hit head-on by a male college student and completely lost his power to resist.

Perhaps this is the disadvantage of falling in love with young people, the older one can't help but want to pamper the younger one.

But whatever, cute!Want to ×!

Han Yi put away his impure little thoughts and nodded, "Alright, I haven't given you the gift I brought back last time."

As soon as the car left the university town, the weather suddenly changed and it started to rain heavily. The driver had to slow down for the safety of driving at night.

Han Yi was not in a hurry, and sat in the back seat of the car playing match [-] games.

Yan Jiwen sat by the side and watched him play for a while before he said, "By the way, there is something I want to tell you."

"what's up?"

"Aren't you looking for "Silver Moon Hurricane"?I may have a clue here. "

As soon as Han Yi heard that it was serious business, he quickly put away his phone and sat upright again: "Say it quickly!"

The idea came from Yan Jiwen reading several breeding articles on Han Yi's official account.

The focus is not on the content of the article, but on the two words "breeding".

Although there is no mature horse racing industry chain in China, there are often small-scale horse racing activities spontaneously held by the people.

The racing career of a thoroughbred horse is usually just a few years, and most of them will turn to breeding after retiring from the field.

Grasping this breakthrough, Yan Jiwen asked Yan Guohua for Zhang Juncheng's contact information, and asked him about the breeding status of "Hurricane Silver Moon".

When Zhang Juncheng was the horse owner of "Silver Moon Hurricane" in the past, many people in the industry asked him about horse breeding. As long as the price was reasonable, Zhang Juncheng would not refuse.

"Silver Moon Hurricane" has left many offspring, but most of them have not been formally registered, and now there is nowhere to look for them. There is only one mare that impressed Zhang Juncheng the most.

That horse is called "Xing Linxue", and it shined at the Yulong Racecourse a few years ago, and the trainer of "Xinglinxue" happened to be the manager of Zhang Juncheng's previous racecourse.

Later, Yan Jiwen got in touch with the horse trainer for an inquiry. The other party thought he was also a horse lover, and just after adding WeChat friends, he was drawn into the horse friends group.

I have to say that it is really easy to do things with a large number of people. Ma Youqun's colleagues are all over the country. Yan Jiwen casually asked a few words in the group without hope, but he didn't expect that there would be a follow-up.

According to a group friend, "Hurricane Silver Moon" is currently in Lingtai Ranch on the outskirts of Beijing.

"But that group friend also heard it from other places." Yan Jiwen said, "I searched for the contact information of that ranch on the Internet, but I couldn't find it, but there is indeed such a place on the map."

"Then you'll know if you go there yourself." Han Yi took out his mobile phone again, and now he has checked the air ticket to Beijing online.

Yan Jiwen pressed his hand: "There is no need to be so anxious, it is not yet confirmed whether it is true or not."

"It doesn't matter, anyway, it's just a matter of going back and forth in one day. It just so happens that tomorrow is Sunday, so I have time."

As long as it involves horses, once Han Yi gets motivated, he will never be able to hold back. He has made up his mind, so Yan Jiwen can only say, "I'll go with you."

The two chatted all the way. When the car arrived at the apartment, the rain had just stopped, and the air ticket had already been bought. The flight at nine o'clock tomorrow morning.

After not coming here for a week, Han Yi's room was full of things again, and Yan Jiwen got used to it.

He was thinking about whether to help Mr. Han clean up when he left, when he heard Mr. Han say: "After I came back from San Francisco, I found that the house was much cleaner than before, but my younger brother said he didn't let the cleaning aunt Go to clean it, who do you think did it?"

Yan Jiwen pretended to be stupid on purpose: "I don't know, maybe it's the snail girl."

Han Yi was somewhat impressed by the story of "Snail Girl". He heard his father tell it when he was a child.

Han Yi said again: "Miss Tianluo is so virtuous, she is very suitable to marry back home as a daughter-in-law, don't you think so?"

Virtuous is virtuous, how can you stretch your claws to your ass while talking?This Han Yi is dishonest again.

Fortunately, Yan Jiwen reacted quickly this time, and grabbed that restless hand, so as to be prepared, Yan Jiwen simply restrained the movement of his other hand.

Han Yi wanted to pull his hand out, but he struggled twice, but failed.

"Why doesn't Teacher Han have any strength at all? Didn't you eat enough when you were in the dormitory just now?" Yan Jiwen smiled, pressing him on the sofa behind him, "Why don't we have an extra meal?"

Before Han Yi could express his opinion, Yan Jiwen acted first, and kissed those thin red lips vigorously.

This time the kiss was more violent and wanton than the previous one in the dormitory, with a little daring aggression.

The bodies of the two were tightly pressed together, Han Yi's chest rose and fell together, and his breathing gradually became disordered from the original smooth and orderly.

"Mr. Han, there is something I want to discuss with you."

Han Yi looked at the male college student lying on his body, saw him slowly bring his lips close to his ear, exhaled warm breath, and asked in a low voice: "I also want to be 1, how about you step aside?" I?"