Boyfriend is mentally ill

Jiang Xiaofeng ran out of the kitchen with his head in his arms.

He was a little terrified, and a little confused.

Meng Fusheng was still asking later: "Do you like eggs that are older or tender?"

"Whatever you want." Jiang Xiaofeng hid on the balcony and blew the wind for a while. After calming down for a while, he felt that he couldn't wrong himself, so he poked his head and said, "Be tender!"

Meng Fusheng suddenly walked out of the kitchen.

Jiang Xiaofeng flinched back in fright, scratching his right hand with his left hand, his eyebrows twisted into pimples.

What's the matter, what's the matter with the scumbag?

Think of a way... No, my head still hurts.

He squatted down and reached out to touch the back of his head.

"Don't touch it." Meng Fusheng did not know when he came to the balcony, grabbed his hand that was touching the wound in time, then pulled him up from the ground, led him into the living room, closed the balcony door behind his back, and stuffed him in. On the sofa, a glass of warm water was brought to him.

"You can't touch the wound, don't get it wet, and it's best not to see the wind these two days. Does it still hurt?" He bent down and looked at Jiang Xiaofeng at the same level.

Jiang Xiaofeng looked into his deep and beautiful eyes, and asked out of nowhere: "Your eyelashes are so long, can you put a toothpick?"

The long eyelashes blinked, and then followed the eyes with a beautiful arc, sweeping out a gentle shadow: "Want to try?"

Jiang Xiaofeng suddenly came to his senses, feeling that his brain must be broken, he quickly shook his head: "No, no, no."

Meng Fusheng pressed his head: "Don't shake your head, you will faint."

I was really dizzy, not only dizzy, but also began to have various images in my mind, as if I was possessed by an evil spirit.

He suddenly wanted to sleep.

"I'm sleepy." He lowered his head and rubbed his eyes.

Meng Fusheng looked at his tired and pale face, lightly patted his head again, and coaxed: "Hold on for a while, and go to sleep after taking the medicine. The face is almost healed, and I'll bring it out for you."

Back in the kitchen, the smile on Meng Fusheng's face disappeared.He looked at the noodles rolling up and down in the pot, remembered how Jiang Xiaofeng was pressed against the wall by Xiao Kun, and suddenly turned off the stove forcefully.

After calming down for two seconds, he breathed a sigh of relief, took out the noodles, and made tomato and egg marinade. The eggs were specially made tender, and then poured the marinade on the noodles, sprinkled with sesame seeds, crushed peanuts, coriander, and sesame oil , and finally took out a set of tableware, and took out the noodles.

Jiang Xiaofeng was sleepy, hungry and had a headache, and he didn't have the energy to find out what was wrong with the scumbag, so he buried his head in snoring and eating noodles, and felt dizzy after eating, and sniffed uncomfortably.

Damn Xiao Kun, this matter is never over!

"Eat slowly." Meng Fusheng refilled him with water, took the medicine, and then went back to his room to get a set of pajamas, "Don't wash your hair today, just rinse your body. The clothes are here, and the underwear is It's new and can be worn directly."

Jiang Xiaofeng raised his head abruptly.

What?Scumbag's underwear?

After looking up, his eyes turned black again. He raised his hand to support his forehead, his mind was confused again, and he said vaguely, "Thank you, senior."

Hearing his vague and trembling voice, Meng Fusheng lowered his head and covered his face, paused, put down his clothes and sat next to him, almost leg-to-leg distance, and said in a gentle voice: "Xiaofeng...I've been thinking about it for the past two days. think."

After the dizziness passed, Jiang Xiaofeng became even more sleepy, his mind began to blur, and he looked at him blankly with his eyes open: "Huh?"

Seeing him like this, Meng Fusheng smiled again, raised his hand and gently pinched the back of his neck: "It's nothing... just take your medicine, I'll get you a clean towel."

After taking the medicine and taking a bath, Jiang Xiaofeng almost closed his eyes and was led to the bedside by Meng Fusheng. As soon as his body touched the soft bed, he lost consciousness.

Meng Fusheng moved him to a side-lying position, pulled the quilt for him, and then stuffed a pillow behind him to prevent him from turning over suddenly.

After finishing, he sat on the carpet, looked at Jiang Xiaofeng's obedient and peaceful sleeping face, and finally calmed down to think about something.

One thing he was sure of was that he didn't dislike Jiang Xiaofeng, and even... a little like this junior.

But this liking, will it be the liking that the junior wants?

He also thought of the way Jiang Xiaofeng endured crying and left, and the way Jiang Xiaofeng was pushed against the wall by Xiao Kun and struggled. Under the unbearable and angry emotions at that time, a deeply buried emotion gradually became clear.

——Reluctant.

He couldn't bear for his junior to be sad and hurt.

Also reluctant to really keep a distance from the students.

"Jiang Xiaofeng."

He whispered, and tentatively touched Jiang Xiaofeng's face.

Jiang Xiaofeng slept soundly, his face sunken in the soft pillow, his curly hair resting on his forehead, his mouth was slightly open, and he looked very obedient.

"Jiang Xiaofeng."

He got closer little by little, and finally stopped at a distance where he and Jiang Xiaofeng breathed and smelled each other, looked at him seriously, and felt the changes in his heartbeat seriously.

He smiled.

"Jiang Xiaofeng." He lightly tapped his cheek with his fingers, and said gently, "It's you."

……

Fearing that Jiang Xiaofeng would turn over and press on the wound at night, Meng Fusheng also fell asleep on the bed after taking a shower, next to Jiang Xiaofeng through the pillow, gently pressed his arm over the pillow on Jiang Xiaofeng's body, and fell asleep like this under a blanket.

In the middle of the night, Jiang Xiaofeng was really dishonest and wanted to turn over and lie flat.

Meng Fusheng opened his eyes, changed the direction for him to lie on his side, and then pressed his hands and feet to prevent him from moving.

Jiang Xiaofeng frowned and struggled, but found that he couldn't move, and gradually fell asleep again.

At dawn, Jiang Xiaofeng started to move again. This time he was uncomfortable lying on his side and almost woke up. It wasn't until Meng Fusheng carefully changed him to lie on his stomach that he calmed down again.

"Sleeping is really bad." Meng Fusheng pinched his exposed ears in a funny way, and he didn't sleep at all. He looked at the back of his head with his head propped up, stretched out his hand to pinch a strand of his curly hair, and stopped smiling. , "The piece of hair I shaved before hasn't grown back yet, and now there's another piece missing."

In the dimly lit, spacious and simple bedroom, the two breaths slowly overlapped.

Meng Fusheng let go of Jiang Xiaofeng's hair, picked up his phone, and sent a text message to his elder brother Meng Huanian.

……

Jiang Xiaofeng slept until noon, and when he woke up, he found himself in a strange room, and was dazed for a while.

who am I?where am I?why am i here

The phone on the bedside table suddenly rang, it was a WeChat notification.

He picked up his phone and clicked on it, and saw a new message from Big Cat.

Big Cat: Are you pretending to be dead?Come on, let me stop looking for you. Really, then practice your trumpet well and tell me if you need help.

Oh, practice trumpet, he is practicing trumpet.

He raised his hand to press his forehead, was dazed for two seconds, then suddenly widened his eyes and jumped up from the bed.

——Fuck!Xiao Kun, I am at odds with you!

The door was pushed open suddenly, Meng Fusheng looked at Jiang Xiaofeng who was standing on the bed, his clothes and hair were all messed up, but his face was full of angry eyes, and he smiled before saying anything: "Are you awake? Go wash up and eat."

Jiang Xiaofeng looked at him sideways, his mouth grew bigger and bigger: "Where did you come from?!"

It seems to be sleeping stupid.

"From the living room." Meng Fusheng stepped forward and pulled him off the bed, pressed his shoulders and pushed him to the bathroom, picked up a new toothbrush, squeezed toothpaste on him, stuffed the toothbrush into his hand, and used the newly dismantled toothbrush The mouthwash cup took the water and stuffed it into his hand.

Jiang Xiaofeng was flustered by the wind.

What's up with the scumbag's gentle and loving appearance?Is he crazy or is the world crazy?

"Don't want to brush your teeth?" Meng Fusheng approached him from behind, looked at him through the mirror, and smiled, "Do you want to pee? Do you want me to whistle for you?"

Jiang Xiaofeng gasped, pushed him out with his backhand, and then slammed the bathroom door.

Meng Fusheng stood outside the door laughing uncontrollably.

"Don't you really need me to blow the whistle?"

He was answered by the sound of flushing the toilet.

……

Jiang Xiaofeng sat on the toilet for a long time, so long that Meng Fusheng came to ask twice before he walked out of the bathroom with weak steps.

He remembered.

Yesterday, the old enemy Xiao Kun suddenly invited him to a duel, and he readily accepted the appointment, and then when he and Xiao Kun were fighting inextricably, a scumbag suddenly appeared to save the beauty... Bah!The bear rescued the handsome man, and finally the scumbag sanctioned Xiao Kun neatly, and aggressively expressed that he could help him fight Xiao Kun and surrender, on condition that he go home with the scumbag.

But at that time, I was not so clear-headed, as if... I agreed?

Ah!

Jiang Xiaofeng touched his buttocks, then his little Fengfeng, and found that it was still intact, so he calmed down a little.

Don't panic, things are not over yet.

If Xiao Kun can really be defeated, then...then it's nothing to play with the scumbag...what's the matter!You must make it clear to the scumbag!

He rubbed his face to calm himself down, forced himself to show a gentle and friendly smile, stepped out of the room, found the scumbag standing at the entrance, and called out in the most affectionate tone of his life: "Senior..."

Meng Fusheng just opened the door.

Outside the door, a tall man with meticulously combed hair, wearing a three-piece suit on a hot day, and a man with five or six points of facial features similar to Meng Fusheng's appeared.

Hearing this call, his eyes fell on the disheveled Jiang Xiaofeng, his expression moved strangely, and he looked at his younger brother who was stupidly poking at the door, and his thin lips parted slightly: "This is why you asked me to borrow a lawyer." reason?"

Meng Fusheng gave a "hmm" and asked, "Brother, why did you come here suddenly?"

It's all like this, can you not come here!

Meng Huanian grabbed him by the shoulder and dragged him out of the door, then smiled stiffly at Jiang Xiaofeng, and slammed the door behind him.

Jiang Xiaofeng: "???"

Outside the door, the elite calmness on Meng Huanian's face was broken, and his emotions faintly collapsed: "Is that child an adult? Are you already living together?"

Meng Fusheng was dumbfounded by the question: "No, brother, you misunderstood."

Meng Huanian interrupted him: "Is he the kid Uncle Zhou said you attended the English Corner with?"

"It's him, but..."

"you like him?"

Meng Fusheng recalled the scene of sharing the bed with Jiang Xiaofeng last night, and turned his head uncomfortably.

Meng Huanian: "..."

He quickly took out his mobile phone and dialed his mother's number.