I overturned my car after I slapped Gao Leng school grass by mistake

"Scheming gay."

Zhong Xun chased Chu Tingdong like a rogue for half a month, and at this moment, it was as if someone had slapped him on the head, from his cheeks to his neck, all the exposed skin was burning hot.

"Come," Zhong Zhonglin came out with the dishes and put them away, and smiled gently at Chu Tingdong, "Try the stewed fish made by uncle."

He rubbed his hands awkwardly, somewhat flattering.

Chu Tingdong responded politely, and when he passed by Zhong Xun, he stared at his reddened cheeks, asked him in a low voice, "Are you still chasing him?"

It was a volume that only the two of them could hear.

"Uh..." Zhong Xun blushed from holding back, he stared at Chu Tingdong, this time he was no longer acting, his eye sockets were burning, moist, glowing red, like water.

Chu Tingdong's eyes paused for a second on his face, and he didn't say any more.

It's not that he didn't think about it at all, but Zhong Zhonglin is tall and has a cold face all the year round, with deep facial features and deep wrinkles. He also works on a construction site, and his whole person looks rough and tough.

Zhong Xun doesn't look like him at all, not to mention that there are quite a few people with the surname Zhong in Ning Cheng.

Chu Tingdong went to sit down, and when he looked up, he realized that there were only three sets of bowls and chopsticks on the table.

Next to the pair of bowls and chopsticks closest to him, there was a plate of golden and crispy fried shrimp.

The few times he and Wu Yulan met, Wu Yulan would make it for him and put it by his hand, so the bowl and chopsticks should also belong to him.

"Auntie," Zhong Xun's lips moved, and his voice was a little hoarse when he spoke again, "I've eaten, I'm going to bed first."

After finishing speaking, he pushed open the bedroom door again, and slammed it shut the next second.

Zhong Zhonglin resisted not getting angry, but his brows were already frowned, and he could only keep out of sight, and turned his head to pick up vegetables for Chu Tingdong, "Leave him alone, eat first, the kitchen is still cooking soup, uncle will bring it to you later. "

Zhong Xun thumped onto the bed, feeling a headache and a stomachache. He lay on the ground for about ten minutes, clutching his phone and trying to send Song Yijin a message, but when he clicked on it, he couldn't fucking talk about it.

[Reported lost: Fuck. 】

Song Yijin replied in seconds.

[Song Yijin: What's wrong, Brother Xun?Come out and play, I am in the billiard hall with Fatty and the others. 】

[Reported lost: What a waste, I'm going home. 】

[Song Yijin: Why are you going home? Aren't you bothering your aunt's son?I'm not enough for you to stay in such a big Internet cafe, I'm so sad. 】

[Reported lost: Do you know who that person is? 】

[Reported lost: New to the class. 】

Song Yijin fell silent, and after more than ten seconds, he suddenly sent a voice, excited as if he wanted to break the pool cue, "Damn it, I fucking think there's something wrong with that Xueba, what should I do, Brother Xun , do you want someone to mess with him?"

Zhong Xun's head hurt even more, and he impatiently called Song Yijin: "Nong——"

Before he finished speaking, the bedroom door was knocked a few times with his knuckles bent, his hand shook, and the voice that took less than two seconds was sent out directly.

Zhong Xun felt that his patience had reached its limit, he scratched his hair and got up abruptly, but when he reached the door, the knock on the door stopped slowly, as if he was deliberately against him.

After waiting for 1 minute, there was no movement.

Are you sick? !

Zhong Xun tiptoed over and carefully opened the door. Most of his face was hidden behind the door, revealing only a pair of deep folded and slightly round peach eyes. He was startled when he looked up.

Chu Tingdong stood outside the door against the wall with his pockets in his pocket, and did not leave.

"Are you sick?" Zhong Xun endured and endured, but he still didn't hold back, and whispered through gritted teeth, "What are you doing here?"

Chu Tingdong didn't speak, eyes were half downcast, Zhong Xun saw the bowl of chicken shredded cold noodles in his hand, and the porcelain bowl was supported by a bony hand, making the bowl even smaller.

Zhong Xun was stunned for a moment, Song Yijin was still sending him messages non-stop, his palm was a little numb from the vibration of the phone.

Zhong Xun's expression was a bit complicated.

He stopped eating at home when he was 16, unless he and Wu Yulan were alone.When Zhong Zhonglin was at home, Wu Yulan didn't care about the matters between their father and son, let alone save food for him.

So it must have been brought to him by Chu Tingdong himself.

Zhong Xun reached out and grabbed the bowls and chopsticks, left the bedroom door open, and sat down at the desk, mixing noodles.The cold noodles are smooth and chewy, poured a spoonful of red oil, and the shredded chicken and even thin cucumber strips are piled up very well.

After Zhong Zhonglin divorced his mother, his mother left Ningcheng to work in other provinces. It was agreed in the agreement that she would give him [-] yuan in child support every year, and Zhong Zhonglin asked Zhong Zhonglin to save it for him.

But Zhong Zhonglin didn't care about these at all, and all the money was used to contract the project.

That year, there was still a shortfall of 4 to [-] yuan. The foreman who partnered with Zhong Zhonglin urged him to find a way to make up for it. Zhong Zhonglin was not in a hurry, and his attitude was leisurely.

Zhong Xun's birthday is at the end of September, and the child support payments are transferred every time at the beginning of September.

I didn't expect to wait for more than a month.

The ex-wife also knew exactly what kind of person he was. When Zhong Xun was 16 years old, she gave the child support directly to Zhong Xun instead of going through Zhong Zhonglin's hands.

Zhong Zhonglin was stunned and angry, and called his ex-wife, but was ridiculed, turned his head and refused to give him the money.

"What do you mean?" Zhong Zhonglin was so angry that his chest heaved and his eyes were red, and he asked Zhong Xun, "Just because of tens of thousands of dollars, you want to turn against your own father? Did I raise you for nothing?! You he Damn you stayed here just to hurt me?"

"Which woman doesn't want children after divorce? Even your mother doesn't want you. Think about how chilling you are!"

When they separated, Zhong Xun was only three years old, and he was less than five years old when they divorced.

Zhong Xun didn't know how he could chill them.

Anyway, he was very stubborn and unwilling to give the money to Zhong Zhonglin, and Zhong Zhonglin didn't know the password of the card, so he was furious and cursed: "Get out! Don't even think about having a meal at my house in the future!"

Then Zhong Xun really left, and Zhong Zhonglin never asked him to come back.

"Don't worry about it next time." Zhong Xun glanced at Chu Tingdong who was sitting opposite him, took a sip of the spicy soup at the bottom of the bowl, and whispered.

Chu Tingdong didn't quite know what happened to the Zhong family.

But Zhong Xun has been pestering him to have dinner with him for the past few days, squatting at the door of the classroom waiting for him, and arriving home earlier than him tonight, he must have really not eaten.

When he went to help Wu Yulan wash the dishes just now, he just mentioned it and brought over the leftover cold noodles.

It can be regarded as repaying the favor that Zhong Xun had helped him intentionally or unintentionally before.

He hummed lightly.

"Fuck." After Zhong Xun finished eating half a bowl, he remembered that there was another Song Yijin, and he quickly sent a message to Song Yijin.

[Reported lost: Don't look for trouble. 】

【Song Yijin: Why?Fuck him and it's over! 】

【Reported Lost: Roll Your Eyes.jpg】

Song Yijin was really anxious.

He has always disliked Zhong Xun's stepmother's son, he couldn't imagine it before, but now when he meets Chu Tingdong, he thinks it's that kind of dog-like virtue.

Zhong Zhonglin asked Zhong Xun for money before, but Zhong Xun didn't give it back, and they met them with monthly exam results.

Zhong Xun must fail the exam every time.

It happened that Chu Tingdong was number one in the city, and Wu Yulan didn't like him doing figure skating, and never mentioned it at home, but she couldn't help telling Zhong Zhonglin about her school results.

Zhong Zhonglin finally had an excuse to vent his anger that had been pent up for many days. He tore up the report card and slapped Zhong Xun across the face.

Zhong Xun was stunned by the slap, and bumped into the corner of the cabinet turned up by the iron sheet, and a long wound was drawn under the collarbone.

He ran to the Internet cafe, washed it with normal saline, and left it alone. Blood beads kept oozing from under his collar. If Song Yijin hadn't forcefully dragged him to the hospital, there would definitely be a scar, and it wouldn't be visible only if he got close. It's about Bai Yin.

What does the idiot's test score have to do with them?

[Reported lost: I won't tell you now, let's go. 】

Zhong Xun doesn't like venting anger.

It was one thing that he didn't want to see Wu Xiaoye before, at most he just didn't want to see him.

Now that he finally found out that the person turned out to be Chu Tingdong, he just thought Zhong Zhonglin was ridiculous. If Chu Tingdong knew about it, he might think the same way. He had to find a seemingly upright excuse to attack him out of selfishness.

And Chu Tingdong is so cold and indifferent, it seems that he will not be disturbed by any desire.

But Zhong Xun suddenly really had an urge to do bad things, which was different from his pretentious pursuit of Chu Tingdong before, if he really caught up with Chu Tingdong, Zhong Zhonglin would be furious, right?

It's not that he doesn't have self-knowledge, he knows that he is a gangster, and he is just messing around in school.

Compared with him, Chu Tingdong is like snow on the top of a mountain, with a moon in the sky, unattainable.

No one thinks they fit together.

He fell into a tangle, feeling that even his soul was struggling, tearing constantly, wanting to give up, but unwilling.

"Can I borrow the bathroom?"

The cold and deep voice suddenly sounded, and Zhong Xun's thoughts were interrupted.

He couldn't remember so much, and he became confused again, covering half of his red face with a bowl, staring at Chu Tingdong Weng and said in a low voice, "Yeah."

He was a little narcissistic and wondered if Chu Tingdong liked him a little bit, otherwise why would he give him food and lend him a bathroom?

Obviously there is more than one bathroom in the house.

If Song Yijin came over, he wouldn't think too much about them being straight men, but he already knew that Chu Tingdong was gay, and it would be weird to see him doing anything.

Seeing that he agreed, Chu Tingdong got up to get clothes and toiletries.

He just thought that at least tonight, he must sleep at Zhong Xun's side, so he took a bath by the way.

When Chu Tingdong walked to the door of the bathroom, Zhong Xun suddenly remembered something. He rushed to get ahead of Chu Tingdong, blushed even more, and said, "No, I'll wash first, you wait a little longer."

His panties are still hanging out, Snoopy's.

Chu Tingdong didn't move, and blocked the bathroom door.

"What are you looking at?" Zhong Xun bit his lower lip and threatened him, "I'm going to take off my pants!"

At first Chu Tingdong thought he was quite easy to coax, so he obediently finished eating the noodles, but now he felt that he was really cheating, so he pursed his thin lips, watched coldly, and said, "Take it off."

Zhong Xun's eyes widened, he didn't expect this school bully to be so shameless, and he broke down thinking that you are so shameless behind your back, does your mother know?

He wrapped his fingers around the trousers, he didn't want to take it off, he didn't want to take it off, but he said all the cruel words, even if he was seen ass, he couldn't lose face, so he turned around, intending to take it off behind Chu Tingdong's back.

At first he thought that Chu Tingdong wouldn't be really watching, right?

So he turned his head cautiously.

In the end, Chu Tingdong was still in the same posture just now, leaning against the door, fiddling with a lighter with his fingertips, staring at him with long and narrow black eyes, with no intention of moving away.

"Uh..." Zhong Xun turned his head again, the roots of his ears were burning hot, and his cheeks were also burning red.

He hooked down the hem of his trousers with his fingertips, and the small piece of snow-white skin exposed on the back of his waist trembled slightly. He had never taken off such difficult trousers in his life.

For as long as a century.

His eyelashes trembled a few times, and he turned around abruptly like a broken can, thinking that he would see who was afraid of whom.As a result, when he opened his eyes again, the bathroom door had already been closed and closed tightly.

Where is the shadow of that scheming gay? !

The author says:

Stupid puppy who thinks he's bad x scheming 1;

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