my hungry husband

Jiang Mingyu hurried out of the room, he was afraid that something would happen if he continued to stay.

He covered his lips and bumped into Jiang Hong in the yard. Seeing that he looked like he was being robbed, Jiang Hong asked, "Sir, what's wrong with you? Did you catch a cold from Brother An?"

Only then did Jiang Mingyu put down his hand, pressed the corner of his mouth, and said with a very complicated expression, "It's nothing."

Jiang Hong still didn't understand what happened, so she asked, "Where's Brother An?"

Jiang Mingyu said: "He is resting in his room."

Jiang Hong watched Jiang Mingyu come out of the bedroom and asked, "Is he in your room?"

Jiang Mingyu nodded.

Jiang Hong couldn't figure out the situation, so she just said with emotion: "It is reasonable to say that I am also 20 years old, why do I still like to squeeze together?"

Chef Jiang thought about it, and analyzed An Le's behavior pattern: "Little brother An is especially like a child in front of you, he surrounds you every day, and is very dependent on you."

Jiang Mingyu froze for a moment, then said in a daze, "No wonder I always feel guilty."

"What guilt?" Jiang Hong asked.

Jiang Mingyu didn't want to say more, she shook her head and walked into the study, touching her lips as she walked, not knowing what she was thinking.

Jiang Hong had never seen a calm gentleman like this before, and said to himself inexplicably: "What's wrong?"

At the same time, An Le hugged Jiang Mingyu's quilt and rolled around on the bed.

He will never wash his mouth in his life!

No, you can't be so unambitious, and make it look like there is no next time. Not only will there be a next time, but there will be a next time.

The boss didn't reject him, which means he has a good impression of him.

An Le bit her lip, feeling lighthearted, the boss should have sensed his intentions, he wasn't greedy enough to get a response all at once, but he didn't want to be satisfied just like that.

An Leteng sat up from the bed, clutched the soft quilt tightly, and made up his mind to keep going, so that the boss would treat him as an object.

While eating, Jiang Hong sensed a strange aura.

Jiang Mingyu ate quietly, with no expression on her face, even colder than usual.

On the contrary, it was An Le, who raised the corners of his mouth while eating, not knowing what he was talking about.

Jiang Hong asked him what happy event he had, and he said that he had a cold and his nose was uncomfortable.

Smiling so happily with a bad nose?

An Le looked up at Jiang Mingyu furtively while cooking the rice. Jiang Mingyu turned her head to the side, and the eyes of the two collided. An Le lowered her head shyly, unable to suppress the arc of her mouth.

Jiang Hong: "..." Who can tell him what is going on with this youthful pink atmosphere?

When it was time to go to bed at night, An Le was still sick, so she climbed into bed one step earlier and lay down obediently.

Jiang Mingyu came out of the shower and lay down next to him naturally, thinking that An Le would stick to him like he did in the X City Hotel, but he didn't move.

Although An Le was lying on his side, facing Jiang Mingyu, he was sleeping on the side of the bed dutifully, and had no intention of getting close at all.

Jiang Mingyu thought for a while, turned her head, and called out: "An Le." She looked like she wanted to chat with An Le.

An Le opened her eyes, took the initiative to help Jiang Mingyu pull the quilt, and said: "Go to bed early, you are tired after nine days outside."

Jiang Mingyu was dragged down by him to lie down, Anle tucked the corners of the quilt in a decent manner, and covered the two of them safely, but took care of Jiang Mingyu. Be content to close your eyes.

Jiang Mingyu waited for a while, and found that An Le had really fallen asleep.

Jiang Mingyu was a little at a loss. She wanted to talk to him, but he fell asleep like this?

Jiang Mingyu turned her body sideways, staring at Anle's sleeping face.

The child's face has the sweetness of falling asleep, but he is still sick, the tip of the nose and the corners of the eyes are a little red, plus knowing about his soul, he always feels that his young face is a bit fragile.

Jiang Mingyu didn't feel sleepy at all, just stared at Anle in a daze, and it took him a long time before he realized it...

Have you been played hard to get by a child?

Jiang Mingyu suddenly felt complicated.

He took An Le in his sleep into his arms, why is this child so full of ghosts.

The young man in his arms is safe and sweet, just like Jiang Hong said, leaning on Jiang Mingyu's arms with attachment.

Jiang Mingyu called him a child, but Anle was tall and slender, and already had the sunshine and handsomeness of a young man. At his age, he could still grow taller, and he would become more attractive in the future.

It really can't be seen as a child anymore, Jiang Mingyu thought so.

An Le went to school the next day. As soon as he stepped into the academy, Jun Yi called him to the office.

Still so handsome Mr. Jun looked at him and said with a smile: "Your family members came to ask for leave for you, saying that you were sick, and it looks fine now, are you pretending to be sick and skipping class?"

An Le quickly waved his hand: "Mr. Jun, you can't wrong me, I'm really sick." Pointing to his red nose, he said, "Guo Guoqing went out to play and fell into the sea. The sky is burning, and I just came to school in a hurry, is there any student who is more diligent and motivated than me?"

Jun Yi was taken aback when he heard what he said, and said, "I don't know the details, fell into the sea? Why is it so dangerous?" He frowned, and severely criticized An Le, "Don't be greedy for excitement, play some dangerous games, you must Put your own safety first.”

An Le couldn't explain those things to Jun Yi, so he put his palms together and apologized to Teacher Jun, "I know, Teacher Jun, so don't educate me, I've already suffered a lot."

Seeing that he was fine except for some cold symptoms, Jun Yi felt relieved and said, "Next time, you are not allowed to disappear during the roll call. The other students have reported on time."

An Le made promises again and again, smiling all over her face.

Jun Yi squinted his peach blossom eyes, his face was both helpless and indulgent, he reached out and rubbed the top of An Le's head, and said, "You went to City X this time, you must have eaten a lot of seafood."

Junyi did something that Jiang Mingyu often did to him, which made Anle feel a little dazed.

The same is rubbing hair, Jiang Mingyu does it pamperingly and naturally, An Le likes it very much, but when Teacher Jun touches her head, An Le feels a strange feeling, she can't tell what it feels like, anyway, the top of her head is a little cold, weird, and a little repulsive.

An Le thought that she liked this counselor quite a lot.

Jun Yi raised the corner of his mouth, with nostalgia on his face, as if he was recalling something, An Le thought he had been to City X and was nostalgic for the past, but he said, "I have never been to City X."

He looked at An Le, the corners of his drooping eyes flashed softly, and his face was full of tenderness: "A long, long time ago, I had the opportunity to visit, but by accident, I didn't make it, and instead, others took the lead."

An Le said: "It's very convenient to go to City X now, the plane only takes two hours."

Jun Yi smiled and said, "That's right, now I want to go anywhere, and no one can stop me."

An Le chatted with Jun Yi again about what he had seen and heard about the seaside, and he didn't come out of the academy until the class was about to start.

On the way to the teaching building, An Le suddenly remembered that he had mentioned to Jun Yi that he was going to City X this time, how could Jun Yi know?

Thinking about it again, maybe Jiang Mingyu said it when he was looking for someone to ask for leave, so he didn't take it to heart.

As soon as An Le entered the classroom, he saw Yan Zhinan sitting in the corner. He ran to Yan Zhinan's side carelessly and said, "What kind of circuit class are you here as an administrator?"

Yan Zhinan raised his eyelids to look at him, and said, "I'll come and see my son."

Regarding this matter, An Le has always wanted to fight with him, and said: "Go, go out to a duel, and see who is the father."

Yan Zhinan tore him down, let him sit down, and said, "You can't beat me."

An Le just wanted to say that there is a kind of non-spell, compared with pure force, he really doesn't necessarily lose, Yan Zhinan pointed to the podium and said, "Lesson is about to start."

An Le just sat down unconvinced, Yan Zhinan stared at An Le's red nose, and said, "That uncle Mensao, why didn't he take good care of you, and made you so embarrassed."

An Le excused Jiang Mingyu, saying, "I did it myself, and it has nothing to do with him."

"It doesn't matter." Yan Zhinan complained mutteringly, "It's also half of his territory, hmph, that eccentric person is also there."

An Le didn't understand what he was talking about, and said, "Say something directly, I don't understand it vaguely."

Yan Zhinan raised his hand and stroked An Le's hair, and said, "Forget it if you don't understand, idiots are happier."

It's strange, he didn't feel awkward when Yan Zhinan touched his hair, but Yan Zhinan's mouth was too fond of taking advantage of others, An Le gritted his teeth and said: "For the sake of the dragon you drew is very useful, I don't care about it with you." .”

"That's right, my paintings are unmatched by anyone in the world." Yan Zhinan said disdainfully.

An Le looked at Yan Zhinan, the weather turned cold, he was wearing a thick coat over his T-shirt, finally he couldn't see those cute and scary beautiful girls' heads, but the black coat and black glasses made him look It's more like a mushroom in a cloudy sky, with an otaku atmosphere all over him.

Who would have thought that this otaku was so powerful.

An Le touched Yan Zhinan's arm, and discussed something with him: "You can draw another picture of hell for me."

Now Yan Zhinan was also surprised, straightened up from his seat, and said, "Haven't you been tortured enough?"

Sure enough, Yan Zhinan knew about him.

In fact, An Le still cared a little about the pictures of those past lives, but he was afraid that Jiang Mingyu would be worried, so he didn't dare to mention it. He had a feeling that Yan Zhinan must know something.

An Le grabbed Yan Zhinan and asked eagerly, "What's going on? What happened to me before?"

Yan Zhinan didn't answer, took out a notebook from his schoolbag, and said, "You want to know about hell? I'll tell you."

He took a pen, sketched on the paper, quickly outlined the outlines of ten people, and said: "Hell is divided into ten halls, and each hall has King Yan Luo who is in charge of order. There are ten people in total, called Hell. Ten kings."

Yan Zhinan stopped writing, thought for a while, and showed an indescribable expression, and said, "The ten hell kings each have their own weirdness."...,,