What if you don't want to fall in love with the school bully?

It is obvious that ordinary people want to be together every day when they fall in love, so why do they become afraid of contact when they come to Yang Shaoqing? If there is no winter vacation, Jiang Qixiao would not know that Yang Shaoqing has such a strange habit.

What does it mean to cry for fear of hearing his voice?Afraid of crying when you see his video?Want to cry at the thought of not being able to touch it?What a ridiculous reason...

"Hey, can you stop crying?" Jiang Qixiao helplessly looked at Yang Shaoqing who was lying on his body with tears streaming down his face, "I'll cry when I see you, what do you want?"

Obviously he was the one who was left out in the cold, and he was the one who was wronged. Now it's good, but let him persuade Yang Shaoqing's glass heart.

Yang Shaoqing wiped his tears on Jiang Qixiao's neck and said nothing.

Jiang Qixiao took out his mobile phone and looked at it, guessing that it was almost time for the Yang family to come back, so he pushed Yang Shaoqing, "It won't be good when your parents come back and see you like this, don't cry Little ancestor, what is there to cry about, you can still feel wronged by me?"

"I'm sorry..." Yang Shaoqing said with a choked voice, "I don't know... I'm sorry... I really don't know..."

"Okay, I know you don't know anymore, just don't do this kind of thing to me next time, I don't like it, do you hear me clearly?" Jiang Qixiao rubbed Yang Shaoqing's hair, and gently kissed it After a while, "get up baby, I'll go clean up the room, otherwise it won't be good to sleep in a bed of ashes at night."

Yang Shaoqing sniffed, raised her head to reveal her wet and slightly red eyes, "I...just miss you so much, I'm a little excited to see you suddenly, sleep in my room at night, what else should you pack, the sheets are all I haven't washed it for a semester, so don't sleep out of trouble."

Jiang Qixiao couldn't help but clicked his tongue, remembering the words that Yang Shaoqing would say when he did at least something that made Yang Shaoqing unhappy, and teased: "I should say this time? Are you still human?" You? Reply three messages in three days and don’t answer the phone. If you do this again in the future, I will directly block your contact information. "

"I know, I know, it's all my fault, it's all my fault! I'm not human!" Yang Shaoqing smiled, "Are you feeling better? If it's not enough, just beat me up, I won't fight back."

"Get out, my hand still hurts from beating you." Jiang Qixiao also laughed.

At this time, there was the sound of the downstairs corridor door being opened. Jiang Qixiao guessed that it was Uncle Yang and Aunt Yang who were off work, so he quickly pushed Yang Shaoqing, "Go in and wash your face, and let your mother see that the influence is not good."

Yang Shaoqing nodded, "You can come too, anyway, you have to come for dinner later."

Jiang Qixiao thought about it, and he thought it was true. He would sleep in Yang Shaoqing's room tonight. Although the sheets in the cabinet had been washed before he left, it had been a semester, so there was no guarantee that there would be many bacteria on them.

So he followed Yang Shaoqing into the gate of the Yang family.

After such a long time, when he stepped into this door again, he couldn't help but think of the picture of seeing Yang Shaoqing for the first time here two years ago. He who came to eat.

Jiang Qixiao smiled and sat on the sofa.

When Yang's mother came in and saw Jiang Qixiao, she was stunned for a moment, then coughed and said, "...cough cough...Xiao Jiang? Cough cough, why are you...cough, are you here?"

"Hello, Aunt Yang, Uncle Yang, I want to come and see you. Anyway, I have been with you for two years, and I miss it very much." Jiang Qixiao said.

Aunt Yang nodded, frowning, put on her shoes, went to the water dispenser to get some hot water, found a few medicine bottles from a pocket on the coffee table, and poured some medicine into her hand.

"Auntie has a cold?" Jiang Qixiao asked.

"Cough...cough..." Aunt Yang coughed twice, covering her mouth, "Yes...cough, it's a bit serious, the weather is too cold this year cough..."

Seeing that Aunt Yang was coughing so hard that she couldn't even utter a complete sentence, Jiang Qixiao was a little worried, "It's okay, you don't have to answer me, just keep talking less to protect your throat, this...do you want to go to the hospital to hang a bottle of water?" ?”

"No, no, no," Uncle Yang said, "I'm sick. Last year, your Auntie Yang also had a cough. The doctor said it's not a big problem. I'm going to cook. It's rare for you to come. Is there anything you want to eat?"

"I can do it."

"Row."

Jiang Qixiao had the impression that Aunt Yang had a cold during Chinese New Year last year, and it didn't seem to be so severe that she had a cough. At that time, he and Yang Shaoqing were racing against time to study, and Aunt Yang didn't say anything, they didn't pay much attention to it.

Jiang Qixiao wanted to ask Aunt Yang about her condition, but she was afraid that Aunt Yang's voice would be burdened by her talking. After thinking about it, she decided to forget it, and asked Uncle Yang later.

"Mom," Yang Shaoqing came out of the bathroom after washing his face, "Brother Jiang is here."

Aunt Yang coughed and nodded, indicating that she already knew.

Yang Shaoqing didn't speak, sat next to Jiang Qixiao, picked up an orange and stuffed it into his mouth.

Jiang Qixiao bent Yang Shaoqing's arm with his elbow, and said in a low voice, "Why is your mother coughing so badly? What did the doctor say? Do you have a fever? Don't cough into pneumonia."

"I went to the clinic next door, and the doctor said that it is enough to take care of it." Yang Shaoqing grabbed the remote control and changed several TV stations without moving his eyes from the TV.

Jiang Qixiao nodded and stopped talking.

Although I have a skeptical attitude towards the doctor in the clinic, but he is a doctor after all, and if the doctors say so, there should be no problem.

The Yang family's dinner today is very rich, and it still has Uncle Yang's style, except for one boiled green vegetable and one steamed bacon without chili, almost all of them are spicy.

Jiang Qixiao ate very enjoyable and uncomfortable. After eating, Yang Shaoqing specially found two stomach medicines for him, saying that he would avoid stomach pain when he slept at night.

Aunt Yang and Uncle Yang had to get up early in the morning, and they had a cold recently, so they had to go to bed before nine o'clock, leaving Jiang Qixiao and Yang Shaoqing sitting in the living room watching TV by the stove.

The two of them didn't make a sound, for fear of waking up the couple, and they didn't get too close, otherwise they would be uncontrollable, for fear that the couple would suddenly come out of the room and see them.

There was a weak movie soundtrack coming from the TV, and the lights had been turned off, so I could only look at the other person's face from the flickering light.

Yang Shaoqing couldn't help but picked up the phone and pressed it a few times.

Jiang Qixiao's phone vibrated, he raised his eyebrows, unlocked it and took a look, it was Yang Shaoqing's WeChat message.

-Miss you.

Jiang Qixiao glanced at Yang Shaoqing and smiled.

- Right in front of your eyes, what do you think?

- No matter, I just miss you.

- oh, got it.

Jiang Qixiao put his hand on the back of Yang Shaoqing's and gently clasped it.

-do you miss me?

- I don't want you, why did I come all the way here?

-whee!happy(#^.^#)

-Tsk tsk tsk, who told me to use emoji?

Jiang Qixiao gently squeezed the flesh on Yang Shaoqing's hand.

- The soil is the soil, I recognize the soil.

Jiang Qixiao couldn't help laughing, he put down his phone, looked at the TV, and didn't intend to continue chatting.

"Hey!" Yang Shaoqing lowered his voice and moved his face closer, "Why don't you reply to me! You are getting more and more courageous!"

Jiang Qixiao glanced at him, then lowered his voice and said, "Then when you don't reply to my message."

"..." Yang Shaoqing pursed his lips, "I don't know!"

Jiang Qixiao ignored him.

"You're still angry!" Yang Shaoqing got up and sat next to Jiang Qixiao without hesitation, and whispered in his ear, "Didn't you say you'd forgive me? Why are you still angry?"

"I originally forgave you," Jiang Qixiao turned his head to face him, and whispered, "But what you said just now reminded me of how upset I was when you didn't reply, so, I, Also, angry, angry, what's the matter?"

Yang Shaoqing was overjoyed, "Can you still do this? You shameless."

Jiang Qixiao didn't speak, but smirked and looked away.

Yang Shaoqing looked at Jiang Qixiao's bland smile and started to itch in his heart. Not only did he miss Jiang Qixiao after seeing him for so long, but his little brother also clamored for it. He put his head on Jiang Qixiao. On his shoulders, he tensed his voice and said in a hoarse voice: "I want you."

Hold.

Jiang Qixiao reacted almost immediately, feeling very itchy.

This kid will point at his weak spot and poke him.

"Your parents are in the room, calm down, brother." Jiang Qixiao pretended not to respond, and looked at Yang Shaoqing unbearably.

Yang Shaoqing didn't believe it, and touched Jiang Qixiao's sensitive parts with his hand, feeling Jiang Qixiao's trembling, he smiled, "What the hell are you pretending to be, huh?"

Jiang Qixiao was not embarrassed, and said calmly, "Do you mean to have a show in the living room or in your room?"

"It's all right."

"We haven't done it for a long time." Jiang Qixiao said.

"I know, so what are you waiting for?"

"I haven't done it for a long time, I just want to yell twice, and I don't want to hold back."

Yang Shaoqing couldn't help but think about the way he once covered Jiang Qixiao's mouth to prevent him from screaming, and suddenly became distracted. He likes to hear Jiang Qixiao shout, and also likes to hear the kind of forbearance and suffocation. snort.

"Then go to your place." Yang Shaoqing made a decision.

Jiang Qixiao snorted, frowned and said, "It's all dusty and cold, you have to go by yourself, I won't go."

"Then what should we do! Can't we just go out and open a room now? Everyone here knows the fuck of us!"

"Keep your fucking voice down!" Jiang Qixiao growled, "I'm afraid your parents won't hear you, right?"

Yang Shaoqing exhaled heavily from his nasal cavity, and whispered, "I don't care, I want it anyway!"

"...If you don't care, then come here, come and come." Jiang Qixiao glared at him.

Yang Shaoqing was so aggrieved that he couldn't help but reach out and slap Jiang Qixiao on the back, "Can't you bear it!"

"Damn it, it's not you who got fucked, why don't you show me the fuck?" Jiang Qixiao said.

Yang Shaoqing's anger immediately dissipated.

That's right, Jiang Qixiao has always let him in bed without making any demands, so why can't he be considerate of Jiang Qixiao?

After thinking about it, Yang Shaoqing sighed, "Okay, then I won't do it." After speaking, he sat some distance away from Jiang Qixiao.

Jiang Qixiao smiled and continued to watch his TV.