second personality

Qin Youbing was awakened by the shaking.

He only felt that the mattress under him was shaking up and down constantly. When he opened his eyes, he saw Fang Chiyao leaning against the head of the bed, holding his phone and laughing uncontrollably.

Afraid of waking him up, he covered his mouth with one hand and laughed silently.

I don't know what I saw, but I can laugh so stupidly.

Qin Youbing was so annoyed that he stretched out his foot and kicked him: "What are you laughing at!"

Fang Chiyao saw that he was awake, so he didn't mute the volume at all, and turned up the volume of the phone directly.

Qin Youbing soon heard the voice from the mobile phone.

"Why didn't I see you feel distressed when I was crying just now!"

Qin Youbing's ears turned red immediately, he jumped up from the bed and reached out to grab his cell phone.

"You actually secretly photographed me!!"

Fang Chiyao laughed so hard that he couldn't breathe: "It's not a sneak shot... I forgot to turn off the video on my phone yesterday..."

"Bitch!" Qin Youbing became furious, turned over and rode on him, grabbed his phone, and directly deleted the video.

"You don't move now." Fang Chiyao stopped laughing and grabbed his hand.

"What?" Qin Youbing didn't react, and was still choking on him, "Don't tell me that I can still recover."

"No." Fang Chiyao looked a little unnatural, and looked away from him, "Can't you feel it?"

Hearing this, Qin Youbing was stunned.

At this time, Qin Youbing was riding on him, and the two skins were in contact with each other, and the temperature of the other was transmitted, with warmth.

From someone's embarrassing expression, Qin Youbing discovered something extraordinary.

He came to his senses and gave a smirk: "You just keep on talking."

"Don't be shy." Fang Chiyao admitted his mistake seriously, "I was wrong, I shouldn't laugh at you."

"Laugh at your mother." Qin Youbing stared at him, "Why did I cry like that yesterday?"

"Am I pushing too hard?" Fang Chiyao suppressed a smile.

Qin Youbing stretched out his hand to pinch his neck, and forcefully said, "I'll strangle you bitch to death."

"Don't." Fang Chiyao put his hand on his waist, pulled him into his arms, and hugged him.

"I love you." Fang Chiyao whispered in his ear, "Today's share."

Qin Youbing endured it for a long time, but finally couldn't hold back, and smiled on his chest.

The two rolled childishly on the bed for a few times, and were finally interrupted by the ringtone of Qin Youbing's cell phone.

"Who?" Fang Chiyao asked holding him.

"My dad." Qin Youbing took the phone and picked it up.

"Are you at home? I've been knocking on the door for a long time." Dad's voice came from over there.

Qin Youbing: "..."

He cast a look at Fang Chiyao asking for help, but Fang Chiyao didn't accept it at all. He lifted the quilt and started dressing with his back facing him.

"What about people?"

"Ah, I'm not at home now, I'm at my friend's side." Qin Youbing said with eyes closed.

"Then I sent it to your shop?"

"Okay, I'll go to the store later." Qin Youbing also got up quickly, but when he got up together, he found that his clothes were still in the bathroom, dripping with water.

He hung up the phone, looked at Fang Chiyao standing in front of him like a dog, and was stunned: "What am I wearing?"

"You have two choices." Fang Chiyao held up two fingers, "Either I'll buy you a new one, or I'll dry your clothes."

"Fuck you." Qin Youbing jumped out of bed and began to take off his clothes after saying that, "I have to go to work, give me your clothes to wear."

"Wow, I still have class!" Fang Chiyao said so, but he didn't stop him.

Qin Youbing quickly took off his shirt, stared at his trousers, and smirked: "Do you take it off yourself or should I take it off for you?"

Fang Chiyao was shirtless, looking at him helplessly and smiling.

"Okay, I'll do it myself." Qin Youbing said and started, "We won't go out once you take it off in front of me."

Qin Youbing took off Fang Chiyao's clothes, put them on himself, and found that they fit unexpectedly.

Fang Chiyao was paralyzed on the bed wearing a pair of underpants. Seeing him dressed neatly, he smiled: "I want a white shirt with black slacks. The second class starts at ten o'clock, you can figure it out."

"Who cares about you." Qin Youbing finished this sentence and went out.

Half an hour later, the hotel staff came to take care of him.

Fang Chiyao was wearing the clothes sent by the staff, and he couldn't help but smile, so he sent him a message.

—When will your mouth be as honest as your body?

As soon as Qin Youbing arrived at the door of the store, he received ridicule from Fang Chiyao.

He sent an emoji of strangling you, pushed open the store door, and saw his father squatting on the ground, feeding Hardy with An Furong.

Seeing him coming, both of them raised their heads.

"Did you sleep over at a friend's house?" Dad asked, "Why didn't you tell me yesterday."

"Didn't I tell you?" Qin Youbing's eyes fluttered.

An Furong showed a clear face behind him.

"I haven't been here for a long time. Hardy is so fat." Dad touched the dog's head kindly, "Look at this face, it's all round."

Qin Youbing sat on the small sofa beside him, propped his head up, watching his father lower his head and talk to Hardy.

The screen of the phone lit up, and it was Weibo, which hadn't appeared in a long time, who paid special attention to.

@拍时间吃药: Did I forget to ask for leave yesterday?

Just as Qin Youbing was about to click in to comment, the second article popped up immediately.

@Hurry up time to take medicine: Then I just invited them together, and I may also make a pigeon essence today [shy]

He clicked into the comment section, his eyes fixed on the first hot comment.

@吃药的小甜天: Please give me a reasonable explanation [smile]

@把时起药 Reply @吃药的小甜甜: Accompany the object

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