Jing Huan pretended to be calm, his back was straight, and asked: "Is it really killing?"

"Yeah." said to Huaizhi's hair.

The little sweet fruit is a trumpet, there is no lethality at all, and the number that is new to the heart and the yearning for the heart can be two strokes.

Jing Huan was slow to operate, and four strokes did not kill people.

He is now floating in his mind -

Is it **** to Huai?

He is slower in this regard, and he can faintly notice a slight error.

Do not say anything else, how can there be a man who would claim to be the "husband" of another boy?

He can't understand himself at the same time.

Reasonable, if Lu Wenhao broke his husband's words in front of him, he could send Lu Wenhao back to his home vacation.

Xiao sweet fruit sees Jing Huan has not killed himself, and her heart is happy, thinking that the heart is longing for her to open red, is a silent response.

[Current] Little sweet fruit: Brother, are you in a bad mood? I can accompany you with your voice.

"Use killing." To Huaizhi, he did not end the battle for a long time, and raised his eyebrows. "I didn't play well when I played in the arena last time."

When the voice of Huai’s voice just fell, Jing Huan’s hand fell and the sweet fruit was returned to the rebirth point.

"The mouse I used is not very used." Jing Huan coughed.

Jing Huan is a little panicked now.

He should have discovered that the two boys met, why is the location scheduled to be in the bedroom? ? ?

He was thinking about it and raised his eyes.

The gray sheets used for Huai’s use are thick and thick, revealing a neat corner, which is very warm at first glance.

After a few seconds, Jing Huan slammed back.

grass.

What does Laozi look at in other people's beds!

I am thinking about a fart, I am a seven-foot man, can you be strong? !

He did not know what he was thinking about. He stared at the red-haired ears of Jinghuan and wanted to laugh.

"You sit, I blow a hair," he said.

When Jing Huan was a big man, he nodded and said, "Blow dry, the weather is cold, and it is easy to catch a cold."

The electric socket is under the air conditioner. It is a little away from the bed to Huai, and it is far away from Huaizhi. Jinghuan has a long breath.

He suspected that he would die sooner or later.

Jinghuan’s shoulders and necks are slightly relaxed, and he continues to boring his head to do daily routines. On the way, he habitually opens a list of friends—when he is doing everyday, he will look at what he is eager to do.

After seeing the name of a strange friend list, he only reacted that this is not his own number.

He saw a grouping of friends to Huaizhi.

There are two groups, one is the system default grouping, called "friends", and the other group is called "hmm", which only puts one person.

The joyous ghosts made the gods openly "hmm".

Xiao Tianjing lay quietly inside.

He looked down and saw that he did not know when to set the personality signature: [brother's small follow-up ^ ▽ ^].

I can't see it myself, so I don't think it is too embarrassing to see it now.

Jing Huan was shocked by a once goose bump, and quickly closed the group, thinking that he would change this sexual signature when he went back.

Just like going to Huai, it is cool to change to a full stop.

Thinking so, he subconsciously opened his signature to Huai.

[Happy, just fine. 】

"..."

Blow your hair and put the hair dryer on Huaizhi. When you come back, you will see Jinghuan hanging the task in the main city. The whole person sits on the chair and puts his hands together.

"Will the brush finish?" asked Huai.

Jing Huan "Hmm" sounded: "I only brushed the daily routine, just someone called you to go to the present, I did not return ... you go back."

"That's not going back." To Huai's chair, he took the chair of Lu Hang and sat down to Jing Huan.

grass.

Jing Huan tried to control the facial expression and told herself in her heart -

"Happy is good" is a sentence that everyone will say.

There is nothing to do with the meaning of the name he said at the rotisserie that day.

Don't be passionate!

The two boys sat quietly, and the atmosphere gradually went to the hustle and bustle. Jing Huan was thinking about something, and broke the calmness of Huai’s cell phone.

I took a look at Huai, which was the WeChat phone call from Chunxiao.

After he switched on, he directly clicked on the hands-free, and the voice of Chunxiao came out from inside.

"To God," Chunxiao asked. "You and Xiaotianjing really can't come?"

Jinghuan stunned and looked at Huaizhi puzzledly.

"Well," said Huai, "he didn't bring a computer."

Chun Xiao stunned: "No computer... What does it mean? He is outside?"

"Beside me." Said to Huai.

Chunxiao: "..."

Jing Huan: "..."

"Weekend, sorry, I will pay for the repairs at the time."

"Nothing, my wife will take the exam tomorrow, just to spare time to review." Chun Xiao paused, euphemistically said, "I will not bother you."

Hanging up the phone, Jing Huan stunned and asked: "Have you made an appointment?"

"No, how are you pregnant?" said Huaizhi, "The battle of the demon."

The battle of monsters is also a large battle, but because it is relatively late, it has not been able to be systematically summarized into the "sickness movement".

Jinghuan Neine said: "Oh, I thought..."

It turned out that he had to ask him to open the book.

No wonder he went to the house and looked at him at the first sight of Huai, and he was looking for a computer.

grass.

Then he just thought about something.

"Why," said Huaizhi, who was typing a word, explaining the help to the former gang, saying, after raising his eyes, he asked with a smile, "I thought that I asked you to come, is to help me brush my daily routine?"

Jing Huan is vague: "Yeah."

"It won't call you this way."

After talking to Huai, put the phone on the table. I accidentally touched the pen that fell on the corner of the table. The pen swayed gently and landed on the ground. When the tip of the pen touched the ground, it bounced and hit the shoes of Jinghuan.

Jing Huan’s concerns have been eliminated by half, and the whole person is much easier. He grabbed his head before he turned to Huai: "I am coming."

He used his fingers to pick up the pen, just got up, and heard the sound of the object landing, which was crisper than the sound.

Jinghuan turned his head and saw a red and white lip balm lying quietly on the ground, something in his pocket.

? ? ?

He jumped his heart and immediately reached out and wanted to go, but unfortunately he had not touched the lipstick before he was picked up by others.

Putting a lipstick on Huai, and looking down at the package, whispered: "Nour lips... Strawberry."

Jinghuan is stiff again.

He looked up because his heart was guilty and his eyes were flying fast. He pulled out a smile: "If I said that Lu Wenhao was not for me, would you believe it?"

The smile to Huai is very light: "Letter."

Jing Huan reached out and wanted to take back the lipstick. He closed his hand to Huai, and put the lipstick into his palm.

Asked Huai: "Would you paint it?"

Jing Huan: "..."

I was not watching him at Huai.

Looking at Huaizhi is looking at his lips.

The strange atmosphere that was easily dispelled once again surrounded Jing Huan. He subconsciously wanted to lick his lips and felt that it was too deliberate.

He laughed: "There is no need to send it."

Nothing to talk to Huai, just looking at him, the dark brown scorpion seems to have magic power, and it can easily make people's heart beat faster.

Jing Huan was a little panicked.

Is he thinking more, how does he feel... I want to kiss Huai.

No.

This time, you must not do this kind of thing.

Jing Huan thought about hundreds of ways to cope, and gently tightened his fist.

Although he is very guilty, he can't do it with guilt.

If you come to Huai Zhizhen, he will...

He beat him.

Hit the shoulders, the shoulders should not hurt too much.

A knock on the door interrupted his thoughts.

Gently wrinkled his eyebrows at Huai, then released his hand, and the lipstick was placed on the table, making a sound.

Jing Huan felt that it was not the lipstick that was put down to Huai, it was his heart.

Lu Hang waited outside for a while, raised his hand and wanted to continue to knock, the door slammed open.

He smiled and just wanted to say something, and suddenly found his close relatives, his eyes seemed not very friendly.

Blocking the door to Huai, ask: "Is not going to ktv?"

"..." Lu Hang said, "I don't want to go if I heard that there are no girls. It is boring to sing with a bunch of big men. Of course, I still want to come back to accompany you."

Silenced to Huai for a few seconds before he opened the door and let him in.

Lu Hang looked awkward.

How did he have the illusion that he couldn’t get into the dormitory door if he didn’t answer well?

Lu Hang pushed in and saw that there were more individuals in the dormitory.

"Jing Huan?" Seeing the person in the chair, he asked, "How are you here?"

"I," Jing was flustered and said, "Come and help my brother to be a daily routine."

Lu Hang: "..."

No change to the face of Huai: "Yeah."

"Don't you not play Jiu Xia?" Lu Hang took off his jacket.

Jing Huan subconsciously looks at the people around him.

To Huaizhi said: "Just not playing, the operation has not forgotten."

"You really do, let him come in from outside to brush your daily routine?" Lu Hang said.

"No, I went back to the bedroom to eat hot pot today, by the way," Jing Huan took the opportunity to get up from the chair. "It’s just finished, then I will go back first, not disturbing your rest."

"Don't stop," Lu Hang hurriedly stopped him and smiled. "Come on, come and help me by the way?"

Asked Huai: "You have no hands?"

"You don't let Jing Huan help you brush it? Don't double the standard," Lu Hang said. "Well, I am so happy, I don't want to pick gloves."

People are here, and Jing Huan naturally does not matter.

When he brushed the task, Lu Hang leaned on the table and turned his back to him to drink yogurt.

"Happiness, you are very good," Lu Hang said. "Right, I don't like the gift I sent you?"

Jing Huan said: "I like it very much."

"Is it better than sending it to the direction?" Lu Hang asked.

Jing Huan: "..."

Jing Huan: "Almost, I like it very much."

He controlled the warlock to go to the door, and the friend's message suddenly lit up.

He subconsciously opened.

[Friend] Heart longing for:?

[Friend]Road:............

by.

I am not myself!

Don't secret me!

Lazy to Huai's sitting position, the sound of the keyboard is not heard into the ears of Jinghuan.

Jing Huan’s heart twitched and kept on. He didn’t know what to send to Huai’s, and he was afraid that Lu Hang would suddenly look back and see the news of them.

Fortunately, Lu Hang had not finished his task until he finished his task.

No more news came to Huaizhi.

"Swipe it," Jing Huan emptied the chat record, and stood up and breathed a sigh of relief. "Then I went back."

“It’s hard work,” Lu Hang hammered him with two shoulders. “The next time you ask me to eat the expensive Japanese food in the city.”

Jing Huan laughed: "Okay."

"Right, the squad leader asked me to apologize to you, saying that the last time was not intentional to fill you." Lu Hang said.

Jing Huan shook his head: "Nothing, I didn't drink too much."

"They are still discussing it today, saying that Christmas is going to the city to play, let me call you," Lu Hang dropped the yogurt box and asked him, "How? Is there any interest? People come, not aa."

Jing Huan, smiling, just got down, the scarf was put on his neck.

To Huaizhi said: "Don't go back, the back door has to be closed."

Lu Hang looked at the scarf and said: "This... isn't it a gift for you, how come back to you?"

Instead of ignoring him, he asked the person next to him: "Walk."

The scarf turned around and went back to himself. Jing Huan even felt that there was more flavor to Huai, but what was the specific taste, he could not argue, but it was quite good.

Jing Huan tied the scarf three or two times: "Then I am gone."

However, I saw a jacket on Huai.

"I will send you down."

The two walked out of the bedroom door, and Lu Hang returned to his position, happily talking to himself: "The two big men have to send, strange."

Jing Huan was in his pocket, and when he came out of the bedroom and breathed fresh air, he felt much more enjoyable.

"Don't send it," Jing Huan thought he was afraid that the dormitory would close the door, and the housekeeper would not let it out. He said with a smile, "I am familiar with the house, she confiscated my four electric boards, and I sent it when I moved out. She is one, she must remember me."

He did not worry that he could not go to the dormitory.

In the stairs, Jing Huan walked in front, thinking about whether I would buy some late night to eat.

"Jinghuan." He went to a certain staircase and called him to Huai.

Jing Huan walked against the wall. After hearing it, he just turned back and was gently pulled.

He was unprepared and his back was directly against the wall.

Bend to Huai, and kissed him.

The scenery is fascinating, and the first reaction in the brain is - cool.

What is going on with this person in Huai, the lips and fingers are cold every time, is the kidney bad?

These inexplicable thoughts, after a sip of Huai, disappeared.

This time is more than just touching it.

One of the hands of Huai was supported by him, as if he was afraid of falling down the stairs, and the other hand was holding his clothes corner, and the kiss was unruly, gentle and warm.

Jing Huan’s hand became a fist.

He fisted his hand on the chest of Huai, and just wanted to start, he heard a few footsteps coming downstairs.

The heart of Jinghuan bursts, and the hand does not dare to force.

"You also come out to dump garbage?" It turned out to be Lu Wenhao's voice.

The large trash can on each floor of their dormitory is placed in the corner of the stairwell.

"Crap, or am I going to sleep?"

Lu Wenhao smiled: "Can you play cards?"

"No, no money, Christmas is coming to buy a gift for my girlfriend."

"Without interest, I didn't think about winning more, and buying a better girlfriend?"

The footsteps gradually disappeared, and Jinghuan felt that he almost died in the stairs.

He clenched his fists.

Damn, if it was just discovered by Lu Wenhao...

He killed Lu Wenhao.

In the darkness, he stood up straight to Huai, and asked him with a low voice: "What did Lu Wenhao send you?"

grass.

Is this the problem now?

Don't you apologize to me? ? ?

Jing Huan took a little effort to the fist of Huaizhi: "I don't know, I haven't removed it yet."

Feeling pain to Huai, not only did not retreat, but also laughed.

He had never talked about love before, and he didn't like anyone. Now he finally understands what it is like to fall in love.

In short, it is... not too good to be alone.

"Sorry," said Huaizhi. "I hurt you."

Jing Huan walked out of school, and the cold wind blew his head for a few minutes, and he could not wake him up.

The mobile phone slammed into the earthquake, and Jing Huan came out to see it.

Lu Wenhao: [Photo]

Lu Wenhao: Huanhuan, are you doing upstairs?

In the photo is his back, Jing Huan looked back, Lu Wenhao is recruiting him in the window, smile sweet.

Jing Huan looked at him for a few seconds, slowly raised his hand, and compared him to a very unfriendly gesture, and then turned back in Lu Wenhao's innocent and innocent eyes.

When he saw Lu Wenhao, he remembered what had just happened in the stairwell, and the force that had to be stunned came up again.

Oh shit.

It is early to apologize to Huai.

Otherwise, he couldn't help himself with this fist.

Jing Huan walked home all the way and saw two shadows near the apartment.

It’s a pair of men and women, kissing, kissing and beinghave like a chicken. The head doesn’t turn.

"..."

It is definitely a **** to Huai! ! !

Otherwise, how can a man kiss and suck?

Heterosexuals are not **** you! ! !

Jing Huan was still thinking about the stairwell before going to bed. He was thinking about how to make it clear to Huai, and he did not pay for it. But thinking about it, my thoughts drifted away.

When he came out of the dormitory, he was too anxious. The coat didn't have a zipper. When he smashed his t-shirt corner, he put his fingers in the coolness and gently rubbed his skin.

When I was a pro, I made a sound because of the ... posture problem.

Jing Huan wants to be more and more dry, the more I think it is wrong.

Ten minutes later, he sat down from the bed slowly.

Then slowly and slowly pull up his bedding and look at it in disbelief.

"..."

"???"

Hello?

Little brother?

Did you admit the wrong person? ? ?

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