Since then, I have become the most beautiful boy among the anchors

Jian Min was not in a hurry to interrupt, watching the boy skillfully remove half of the hard water pipe and install a new one, then lowered his head to talk to the people below, after a while he heard the boy exclaim: "Ah, grandma! Turn it off, turn it off! ! Close it!"

Zhang Jing wanted to pretend to be an old hand in front of his grandma. He never thought that the water pipe was not tightened tightly, and the water valve was just turned on, and the water splashed directly from the seam. He was smeared and quickly covered it The place where the water was leaking hurriedly asked the grandmother to close the valve.

The old lady was afraid that he would fall off the tripod. Seeing his eyes closed tightly by the water, she was afraid that he would lose his sense of direction, so she anxiously reminded him while busy closing the water valve: "Don't move! Don't fall! "

Seeing that scene, Jian Min sat up straight, and was just about to get out of the car, when he found that the boy was sitting steadily on the shelf and slowly lowered his hand to open the door.

"Hmm..." Zhang Jing wiped his face, his hair and clothes were all wet, he looked a bit embarrassed, and he still smiled down, "It's nothing, I'm not stupid, sitting is not standing, don't worry. "

The old lady was thinking that she shouldn't listen to him. After turning off the water valve, she immediately went to the bathroom to find a dry towel, and she didn't forget to tell: "Jingjing, come down quickly and wipe it. I'll find someone to fix the water pipe."

Zhang Jing was perfunctory in his mouth, and his hands kept moving, twisting and twisting with a wrench to make sure there would be no more water leakage.

Fearing that the old lady would be worried, he quickly climbed down before the person came back. Suddenly, he caught a glimpse of a car parked on the road outside the villa, a white Maserati. He was shocked, his fingertips trembled slightly, and the blood in his body seemed to be boiling , and the heartbeat was extremely loud, making his ears hurt.

Seeing him staring blankly, Jian Min knew that he had been discovered.

Zhang Jiayun took a dry towel and saw that he couldn't get stuck up and down, and shouted anxiously: "Jingjing."

Hearing Grandma's voice, Zhang Jing regained his senses, but his heart was still beating violently. He hurried down and coaxed her: "It's down, don't worry."

Zhang Jiayun was angry at him for being disobedient and felt sorry for him, so she quickly wiped his hair with a towel, "Don't catch a cold."

"I know." Zhang Jing smiled helplessly. It would be okay to soak in cold water in summer, but he obediently took the towel, quickly rubbed it on his head, and stuffed it back into Grandma's hand. He said hurriedly: "Ah, Grandma , I'll go out." After speaking, she hurriedly turned around, and because she was too flustered, she tripped over the flowerpot.

"Hey, be careful! Where are you going?"

Zhang Jing's voice floated from outside the door, "It's at the door, come back soon."

After being exposed, Jian Min got out of the car, and soon saw the boy running towards him against the sun.

It was really him, really.

Zhang Jing's mind went blank, he just kept walking and rushed towards the man.

As soon as the boy came in front of him, he stretched out his hand to grab his clothes, maybe he was afraid that he was a fake, or maybe he was afraid that he would run away.

"Brother..." The slightly hoarse voice trembled.

The wet hair was lying obediently, and the face with baby fat was still covered with water droplets, refracted in the sunlight, making the boy look like he would shine.

The corners of his eyes were flushed with excitement, and the blush against his fair skin seemed to be smudged with the strongest color, making him look a little pitiful.

The white t-shirt was soaked in water and became transparent, and it was tightly attached to the boy's fair skin. His body was pink from nervousness, and Jian Min could see clearly in the sunlight.

The light-colored lips with cute lip beads opened and closed, but they couldn't utter a complete sentence.

Jian Min reached out to help him brush away the hair sticking to his forehead, but he didn't touch his skin, so he put his hand down immediately, "Huh?"

Zhang Jing's whole body was numb when he heard the ending sound of Shangchao, and Zhang Jing felt that Jian Min was deliberately seducing him, which made him like him more and more.

He was speechless, and Jian Min didn't urge him, and stood quietly in front of him, waiting for his reply.

After a moment of stalemate, Jian Min asked, "Is it hot?"

Zhang Jing shook his head, Jian Min was tall, blocking all sunlight, and his shadow wrapped him tightly.

"Blocked by you." He whispered.

Jian Min: "Yes."

"Why are you here? How did you find it?" Zhang Jing's thoughts came back, but he was still shy and hummed softly.

"Didn't Jingjing give you the address?" Jian Min said solemnly.

Naturally, he didn't tell him directly, the boy had been talking with him for so long, and the few words every day kept revealing to him exactly where he was.He extracted the key information, and drove here after the assistant confirmed it.

Jingjing?The two words sounded like thunder on the ground, and Zhang Jing's eyes widened in shock, his whole body looked like a frightened cat, and then the red color spread from his cheeks and invaded his ears and neck.

No one has ever called him Jingjing except grandma, and every time grandma calls him that, she speaks softly, as if she wants to pamper him in the palm of her hand.

Jian Min also called him Jingjing today... Really, really nice, just as nice as Grandma's.

"When did I tell you?" Zhang Jing suppressed the throbbing in his heart and pretended to be calm.

Before waiting for a reply, he was interrupted by Zhang Jiayun who came out to look for someone, "Jingjing, who is it?"

Grandma was a little surprised when she saw the strange man. He was very handsome, and his demeanor was elegant. Looking at the car behind him, it should not be cheap. She had never heard that Zhang Jing knew such a man.

Zhang Jing loosened the corner of Jian Min's clothes, and introduced to Grandma embarrassedly, "Grandma, this is a brother I know."

Jian Min noticed his movements, looked at his hands, and noticed that Zhang Jing's right wrist was no longer covered with a wrist guard, but was wearing a thin silver bracelet...

He said to Jian Min again, "This is my grandma."

Jian Min greeted lightly: "Grandma is good." Zhang Jing sent him a photo of his grandma.

"I came to the door abruptly. I brought you a small gift. Excuse me." Jian Min didn't plan to come to the door, but just wanted to see Zhang Jing, but he was always considerate, so he asked his assistant to buy a gift. Now it really comes in handy .

Zhang Jing felt a little uncomfortable hearing Jian Min speak like this, pulled his clothes, leaned into his ear and whispered, "Why do you talk like you're acting."

Jian Min's ears were full of warm breath, hearing what he said, a smile appeared on the corner of his lips unconsciously.

Zhang Jiayun was stunned when she saw the exquisite box in front of her. This gift seemed very expensive and not easy to receive, but there was no reason to refuse the door-to-door ceremony.

In the end she took it over, and she said awkwardly: "You are too polite, Jingjing didn't tell me that there would be guests at home, so I wasn't prepared at all. Jingjing, bring people in quickly, treat them well, and I'll go buy some something back."

"Don't bother, I..." Jian Min was afraid of this, how dare he ask the old lady to help him.

"No trouble, no trouble, I just have to go shopping today, and I'll be back soon." Zhang Jiayun interrupted him, gave Zhang Jing a gift and was about to go out.

"Grandma, be careful on the road."

"Hey, treat your guests well."

Although this place is called a village, it takes only 10 minutes to get to Huaicheng City by bus.

Zhang Jing watched his grandma leave, and then remembered to call Jian Min in.

"May I make you some tea?"

"Ah."

Zhang Jing looked back at him, squinting his eyes and laughing at him: "Why don't you say you're sorry? Talking to my grandma is a routine, you see I have goosebumps." He said, leaning his fair neck up Go to Jian Min and show him.

Jian Min defeated him with just one sentence, "Jingjing, the shoulders are exposed." He also helped him lift up the slipped clothes.

When he arrived at the tea room, Zhang Jing was still holding on to his collar tightly like a quail, and it wasn't what he wanted to show off. His clothes were always loose, and the collar and neckline were relatively large.

Jian Min did not expect Zhang Jing to say that making tea is real tea, and the tea room is also decent, with exquisite wooden tables and chairs, half-rolled grass curtains, and sunlight coming in from the hollowed-out wooden windows. The room is bright, and a few pink flowers are inserted in the thin wooden vase, adding a bit of brightness to the room.

"Sit." Zhang Jing also made a gesture of invitation.

Jian Min sat face to face with him, and the small long table between them was filled with tea sets.

"What kind of tea do you want to drink? Let me show you." There was only a tea set for making green tea on the table. People in Jiangcheng have a mild taste and prefer to drink green tea.

"Green tea will do."

Once he started to make tea, the young man restrained himself a lot, his movements were not rushed, he seemed casual and lazy, but he did it in one go, which was very pleasing to the eye.

The water rushed into the glass, and the green elves that fell on the bottom of the glass bloomed like flowers and floated to the surface of the water. The bottom of the glass and the surface of the water seemed to be held by a green tea thread.

Zhang Jing put down the kettle and pushed the cup in front of Jian Min, "Please use it."

He broke away from the temperament just now, and looked at Jian Min desperately, as if begging for praise.

"Thank you." Jian Min praised him again, "It's great." Every time he spoke, his expression was indifferent, which made people feel very serious, as if his compliments were never casual words, but genuine affirmations.

Satisfied by his boast, Zhang Jing was still symbolically humble and humble: "It's so-so, and there's nothing to be proud of." But the smile on the corner of his mouth couldn't be stopped, it was clearly bloated.

"Jingjing." Jian Min suddenly called him.

Zhang Jing's body went limp, "What, what's wrong?"

Jian Min took a sip of tea leisurely and said, "Your tail is exposed."

Zhang Jing:? !

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