Boyfriend is mentally ill

Hot flashes of breath mixed with the smell of sweat.

Jiang Xiaofeng was a little sick to his stomach, but he didn't dodge. Instead, he grabbed Zhang Juntian's collar with his backhand at such a short distance, looked at him with his eyes sideways, and asked: "For those who have refused, they will never be given the first order." Second chance?"

Zhang Juntian glanced at his hand holding his collar in surprise, pressed his tongue against his mouth, and put his hand on his shoulder: "Yes, never. Primary school boy, you are looking for Brother Meng." money."

Fancy a scumbag's money?

Jiang Xiaofeng felt that this person was not so clear-headed.

Where did the scumbag get the money? It's obvious that the scumbag took a fancy to his money.

He showed a half-smile expression: "Meng Fusheng is rich?"

"Why, you want to pretend that you don't know Brother Meng's family background, and say that you just like him?" Zhang Juntian squeezed his shoulders hard, and scratched out the wrinkles of the white T, which was not too good fabric. "I've seen a lot of people like you, your condition..."

He glanced at Jiang Xiaofeng's college sportswear and unrecognizable white sneakers under his feet, "It's better to study hard and go up every day. There are not many Cinderellas in this world, and you are not a girl who can have children."

Jiang Xiaofeng understood.

It turns out that this Juntian is a brain-dead fan who was fooled by the image of a tall, rich, handsome and martial arts master created by a scumbag. He can't see trumpet, rookie, top bitch... and other players with bad attributes approaching his male god.

And quite possibly homophobic.

Jiang Xiaofeng let go of his collar, patted his chest sympathetically, took out his mobile phone, opened a certain payment software, clicked on financial management, and motioned for him to look.

Zhang Juntian lowered his head for no reason, and then the yin and yang expression on his face froze.

Jiang Xiaofeng also showed him the income he received from "System Dad" for his hard work every month, and then showed him the WeChat change.

"New year's money, living expenses, pocket money." Jiang Xiaofeng turned off his phone and put it in his pocket, pulled his hand away, took off his T-shirt in disgust and threw it into the trash can, then put on his jacket and zipped it up, picked up the things on the ground Racket, tilted his head and approached him, "I'm not Cinderella, I'm your rich dad. Material poverty can be changed, but spiritual poverty is for life." After speaking, he didn't bother to look at him, and strode away.

……

When Meng Fusheng came out from the meeting, he found that Jiang Xiaofeng was missing, and Han Tao also noticed, so he hurriedly called someone to ask.

"Leaving early, it may be because I don't exercise much and I can't bear the amount of training today, so I went back to the dormitory to rest first." Zhang Juntian answered on behalf of the person asked, picked up the backpack placed in the rest area and greeted, "Boss, Brother Meng , I'll go first, see you tomorrow."

Han Tao murmured: "Why are you leaving? I'm going to take him to have a welcome supper. Then Juntian, you go, everyone is gone, go back to the dormitory and go to bed early! Don't stay up late playing with your phone!"

The members of the club responded with a smile on their faces, and then dispersed.

When the people were almost gone, Han Tao turned his head and looked at the people around him: "Fusheng, do you want to read? My PPT homework card is stuck, you give me... um? What are you doing in the trash can?"

The trash cans next to the court are mostly filled with "colored" garbage such as water bottles, and the white T-shirts are very conspicuous hanging on them.

Meng Fusheng picked up the white T-shirt and knew it belonged to Jiang Xiaofeng without opening it.

He frowned.

Why did Jiang Xiaofeng take off his close-fitting clothes on the court? What did he wear when he took it off?

Han Tao leaned over and was stunned: "Who is this wasteful? Throwing such raw clothes into the trash can."

Meng Fusheng shook his head.

Jiang Xiaofeng is definitely not someone who wastes things casually.

"President! Senior Meng!" A cute-looking girl suddenly ran over with a bag in her arms like a thief, looked around, and lowered her voice, "I have something to tell you, about this dress..."

……

Jiang Xiaofeng hung the racket back to the activity room, then went back to the dormitory to take a shower, and started to do his daily routine.

The WeChat notification sounded suddenly, and it was news from Big Cat.

Big Cat: What happened when you met a mad dog? It was buried in the game?And how about your revenge, it should be done.

Jiang Xiaofeng put down his pen, picked up his mobile phone and chatted with his old friend.

Fengfeng: It's okay, I met an old enemy, and I've already been blocked.The revenge operation died prematurely, I am now working hard to practice the trumpet, and prepare to face the scumbag!

Big Cat: Died?Did that turtle see through your disguise?Forget it, don't practice any trumpets anymore, I'll borrow one for you if you want any number!

Big Cat: You tell me which new server you are on first, and I will go to help you too. I don’t believe that we can’t handle this bastard together.

Jiang Xiaofeng was a little moved.

It’s fine to borrow the account, the borrowed account is definitely not as satisfactory as the one I practiced, and it’s not good to make the original account owner feel bad for nothing.But it is very possible to ask an old friend to help.

The big cat is playing a Gu master, and his attributes just suppress the swordsman.

He immediately typed: The new server is University A, XX Road, Guanghua District, City A, come on!Let's conquer the world together!

big cat:? ? ?

Big Cat: What the hell?Are you going to face me?

Big Cat: You're actually a big A, what the fuck, we're in the same city, I'm a Q big.

Big Cat: Wait, brother is here to treat you to dinner!

big cat:? ? ?

Big Cat: What about you?You can't be scared as soon as you hear about the same city, Feng Xiao!breeze!Get out of here!

At this time, Jiang Xiaofeng was looking suspiciously at a new message about a midnight snack appointment.

He first carefully looked at the information of the person who developed the source, then pinched himself hard, and finally jumped up with a swipe, and quickly typed a reply.

Fengfeng: Yoyoyo, senior, I'll go downstairs right away!

Pushing the chair after beating, the wind swept out of the dormitory.

The three roommates who were fighting landlords next to them: "..." What's going on?

The three of them looked at each other, then dropped their cards tacitly and rushed to the balcony, you squeezed me and I squeezed yours. Looking out through the window, I saw a tall and handsome man waiting downstairs in the dormitory, whose style of painting was incompatible with others. Meng Fusheng.

Hao Qi gasped: "Tell me quickly that I was wrong!"

In the next second, Jiang Xiaofeng briskly rushed out of the corridor and ran straight to Meng Fusheng. Meng Fusheng laughed, raised his hand to help Jiang Xiaofeng pull off the collar of his T-shirt that had been crooked, and walked out together with Jiang Xiaofeng.

Hao Qi spat out the cold air, turned his head and went to wash his face: "I know, I must be still dreaming!"

Tian Da and Liu Yuanzhou also hurried over to wash their faces together, then looked at each other, and then collapsed silently—fuck!Xiaofeng won't really chase after the male god of the School of Economics and Management, right?

……

The reason why the male god is a male god is that even if he sits at a barbecue stall on the street that is full of fireworks, he seems to be in a high-end western restaurant, and what he holds is not a skewer, but a knife and fork.

Jiang Xiaofeng looked at Meng Fusheng who was dismantling the disposable tableware opposite, lowered his head to brew his emotions, and then showed his acting skills all his life, and said: "Senior, I am very happy that you called me out for supper."

I am very glad that you gave me this opportunity to refuse you. The most important thing is that this meal is still your treat. I am so happy.

I also thank Zhang Juntian for providing a way to calmly reject the scumbag.

After thanking him, he continued to look at Meng Fusheng "affectionately" with his lifelong acting skills.

Seeing him like this, Meng Fusheng smiled: "Very hungry?"

Jiang Xiaofeng: "?"

"It's true that you will get hungry easily after exercising a lot. Later, I'll go to the stall next door and buy you some beef noodles. The barbecue is slow, so you can eat some noodles to fill your stomach first." He said, got up and left.

Jiang Xiaofeng: "...?"

Pooh!A scumbag is not worthy of his acting skills!

He adjusted his expression, and decided to eat this free supper before starting the plan, otherwise what if he just said it directly and the scumbag didn't pay?

The beef noodles are very fragrant, and the barbecue is very good. Jiang Xiaofeng didn't even lift his head after eating it.

Meng Fusheng ate very little, and had been taking care of Jiang Xiaofeng without a trace, helping him pour water and take paper towels.

When the meal was almost finished, Meng Fusheng asked after consideration: "Xiaofeng, why did you leave early today? I heard people said that you and Zhang Juntian had some disputes."

Jiang Xiaofeng stopped drinking water, put down his glass and said, "You should pay the bill first."

Meng Fusheng didn't know why, but obediently settled the bill first.

Relieved, Jiang Xiaofeng resumed his soul-burning acting skills, and lowered his eyes sadly: "It's not a dispute, it's him who made me understand something."

Meng Fusheng frowned: "What's the matter?"

"He said that a poor boy like me...is not good enough for you." Jiang Xiaofeng suffocated the orange juice, pretending to drink away his worries, and looked at the moon sadly, "He also told me that you will never be pursued by someone who has refused. Or a second chance, I thought about it after I went back, you rejected me very simply, I... I shouldn't have delusions anymore. "

Meng Fusheng's hand under the table tightened.

He guessed what his junior was going to say. This was obviously what he wanted to explain clearly to his junior, but when his junior really thought it through, he felt a little... bored.

"Whether two people are compatible or not has nothing to do with the economic conditions of both parties. Xiaofeng, you are not poor."

Yes, Dad is not poor, Dad is very rich!But Dad won't lie to you even if he throws money on the ground!

"No, I'm really not rich." So stop hooking me up, scumbag, you won't get any money.

Jiang Xiaofeng sniffed and lowered his head: "I am not close to my parents. My grandma brought me up. Something happened to me in high school... Later my grandma sold the house..." I chose the most biased set, and then went on a leisurely trip with my little sister.

"I'm very grateful that I can still go to college. I should study hard and try to work early to earn money for my grandma's pension. I shouldn't just think about dating." He pretended to take out a tissue and rubbed his eyes hard, making them red. Then he looked up at Meng Fusheng, who seemed to be shocked by his acting skills, and smiled "strongly" and "gratefully", "Senior, thank you for your tolerance, I've 'harassed' you so much, but you are still so gentle to me, thank you you."

Meng Fusheng frowned: "Xiaofeng..."

"I won't pester you anymore." Jiang Xiaofeng quickly interrupted him, not giving him any chance to pretend to be affectionate and anti-routine, got up and said, "I know you are going to quit the company, I... I didn't do it for you Joined the tennis club... In short, I will still study tennis hard, don't worry, I won't be your trouble again."

After speaking, he strode away without looking back. While belching, he wiped the corners of his eyes red from being rubbed by the inferior paper towels from the barbecue stall, and secretly clenched his fist with the other hand.

Jiang Xiaofeng, you are really an acting genius who cheats and cheats!