It's okay, don't flirt!

Chapter 13 Chapter 13

After eating, the four of them stared at each other.Let's go, when we go back, we are all idle and have nothing to do, let's sit, we have nothing to chat with each other.If it weren't for the rigorousness, these three people would not sit at the same table at all.

Especially Wang Wenran, who was still a student, was probably more uncomfortable than being in jail when he was with the principal and teacher. Rigorous did not want to make his already lonely weekend even more miserable.

"Wenran, what do you usually like to play? It's okay to be idle, let's go and play."

There are only a few things that boys like in high school. There are not many recreational activities that are more positive and can be mentioned in front of the teacher, "Let's play ball."

The corner of Yan Jing's mouth twitched, stroking his right arm, this can't be accompanied by...

"Play games, I have a lot of fun here."

Yan Jing ran to the TV cabinet, opened the drawer, and there were a lot of CDs and handles.

Ming Zhiyan also came over to take a look, "Why haven't you finished moving your things?"

Rigorous thought about moving.If you want to move the book, you can show your cultural heritage!Clothes need to be moved, this is a must for life!The game console has to stay here, lest the senior brother say that he is not doing his job properly!

"Hey, there are so many things, it's hard to move them all at once."

Knowing that Yan didn't know his careful thinking, "Should I forget the teacher's specification after copying it?"

Yan Jing thinks that senior brother is too treacherous, he insists on confessing without telling the truth, and he doesn't save face in front of students. Is it important to be honest and trustworthy to have face?

He pouted his lips, his voice was soft and low, and he admitted honestly, "I'm afraid of being scolded."

Seeing his aggrieved and resentful appearance, he must be slandering himself, knowing that the corners of Yan's mouth showed a slight curvature, he approached him and asked, "Why are you scolding me in your heart right now?"

Rigorousness is opening up thinking, diverging vertically and horizontally, just matched with this insidious appearance, just like the governor of the East Factory, but in a blink of an eye, people can see through their minds.It's better not to be an enemy of this person, you can't fight at all!

He lowered his head rigorously and whispered, "Eunuch Ming."

Knowing that Yan pinched the back of his neck like catching a kitten, he shrank his neck rigorously and timidly, and dared not do it again.

There is no generation gap between Rigorous and Wang Wenran, and they play similar games.Shen Jiang devoted himself to painting and didn't play games on weekdays. Principal Ming used to have heavy schoolwork and hadn't played with it for many years. He couldn't even pronounce the names of these games, so he sat on the sofa with Shen Jiang and watched them play.

Wang Wenran held the handle, looked at the screen, and then at the rigorousness. After hesitating for a long time, he still asked, "Brother Yan? Are you hitting with one hand?"

Hearing this address, knowingly frowned, but didn't say anything.

Sitting cross-legged rigorously, with his back bent, he shook the handle and said with a smile, "One hand is enough."

Two people play a racing game, the remote control stick controls the direction, and the buttons can add skills. Of course, two-handed operation is better. At the end of the round, there is no doubt that Rigorous loses.

Wang Wenran raised the corners of his mouth, with a look of watching a drama in his eyes, and tilted his head, wanting to see how Yan Jing would step down from the stage.

Seriously met his gaze, sure enough, this expression was worthy of his flamboyant face.

Strictly shaking his arms and moving his neck, he said naturally, "What's wrong? I said I can play with one hand, but I didn't say I can win with one hand."

This sophistry really silenced the mouths of the people.

He tilted his head and looked back, "Brother, do you want to have a game?"

"Brother?" Wang Wenran was puzzled.

Knowing that after observing a game, this game has changed but not changed, and it is not much different from the previous game, so he stepped forward.

Yan Jing got up and squatted between the two of them, holding his right arm with his left arm, and said with a smile, "The principal is a senior fellow student in my university. According to your seniority, you have to call him uncle."

Wang Wenran nodded, chose the car model and was ready to start, grinning at him rigorously, Wang Wenran was a little confused.

"Call someone."

Rigorous and fond of fooling around, he smoked it from time to time, knowing that although he was used to it, the child obviously didn't understand his teacher's temperament, and the usual high-cold appearance was molested into a stupid, obedient call, "Hello, uncle. "

Ming Zhiyan nodded.

Yan Jing still squatted in place and did not leave, smiling like a flower, "That day I will be a teacher and a father for life, you call me Dad."

"Dad... why do I call you dad? I have a dad." Wang Wenran, who just woke up from being molested by someone, replied angrily.

Ming Zhiyan pursed his lips, "Let's start."

Several people played kung fu for an hour, and it was getting late, so they sent Wang Wenran back to the dormitory rigorously and clearly.

"Rest early, and come to play with me tomorrow." Yan Jing waved his hand, and then walked towards the apartment with Ming Zhiyan.

He asked knowingly, "What are you planning?"

Strictly pushed his eyes and looked at him with a smile. He didn't know whether the senior brother was a double quotient or what, but he could always see through everything, "Senior brother, are you a roundworm living in my stomach?"

Just because you care, you always know.He knew what Yan thought in his heart, but he couldn't say it.

Rigorous and not joking, he talked about Wang Wenran's family situation, "He actually cared a lot, but he tried his best to restrain himself, force himself to grow up, and accept a life without the blessing of his elders."

So Yan Jing always joked about being his father, and even pulled Ming Zhi's words to get close. He hoped to establish the role of an elder, so that Wang Wenran could rely on something, and then open his heart. But after all, what they can do is only a short performance. Wang Wenran really needs The most important thing is to realize the meaning of parents to oneself.

"Why did he call you Brother Yan?"

Rigorous is very casual about the address, and has expressed his opinion since the beginning of school, and everyone calls it that among the boys.

Knowing that Yan didn't approve of this kind of teacher-student relationship, he said lightly, "It's not big or small."

The senior brother is too obsessed with some things, he is unwilling to be flexible, he is rigorous and understands, but his skin is itchy, "Pedantic, I call you senior brother, I call you brother Yan, how much difference can it make?"

It's not even a star.Knowing that Yan was called out like this, the movement of opening the door was also slow, and Su's hands trembled.He stabilized his expression, pretended to be calm, changed the subject, "Go in."

Letting people in, he clearly stopped the little junior brother who was about to go back to the house, "Go, bring a change of clothes, and I'll help you take a bath."

I haven't showered for two days, my body is really sticky and uncomfortable, Yan Jing has long wanted to wash, but he is afraid that he will be scolded if he sees it.

Now that the senior brother has spoken, he hangs his arms, rushes back to the bedroom, puts on his underpants, and runs to the bathroom, shouting, "I can do it myself, senior brother, don't bother me."

Knowing that Yan only pretended not to hear, he followed into the bathroom and closed the door.Yan Jing was unbuttoning, under the open skirt, with a clear collarbone, two red spots on his chest, knowingly approached the person calmly, and reached out to take off his glasses.

Yan Jing narrowed his eyes slightly, and adjusted the focus, "Hey, it's really unnecessary, I can wash it myself."

Ming Zhiyan lowered his eyes, pinched the collar with both hands, took off his shirt gently, and said in a low voice, "If you do it yourself, you may get water, and it will be troublesome if you get infected."

His hand moved down again, the metal buckle creaked, he was rigorous and a bit shy, and he held Mingzhiyan's moving index finger with two fingers, "Master...Senior brother...shall I take off my pants?"

Knowing that he said yes, he calmly walked to the bathtub to turn on the water.

Look at the senior brother who is as frank as a stone, with the appearance of a gentleman, rigorous and flustered just now, but then feels ashamed of his own manipulation, he is a man, why is he so shy?

He stripped off in twos and stood naked by the bathtub, knowing that when he tilted his head, he saw the liberated lower body, his eyes were filled with silent waves, and a smile was hidden at the corner of his mouth, "Go in."

There was half a pool of water in the bathtub, and he sat down carefully, the water was only up to half of his chest, and there was not a trace of water on his arms raised flat.

With his back facing Ming Zhiyan, he lowered his head slightly, making his thin neck even more slender.Ming Zhiyan smiled, and wiped it from the back of his neck with a damp towel.

In fact, it wasn't that he was overthinking rigorously. Brother Ming had already conceived this picture of bathing and changing clothes since he pinched the back of his neck.

Satisfaction of selfish desires is second, people, desires are the easiest to provoke, and wild thoughts are the most unstoppable. Once some things are planted, they will germinate when watered.

Ming Zhiyan moved his hands from his back to his chest, wiping in a gesture that resembled an embrace.The palm scraped a place that had never been touched by anyone, and the rigor trembled slightly, the roots of the ears were red, the brother's wiping seemed to be getting slower and slower, why is it a bit like... touching?It felt a little... He couldn't control his unrestrained thoughts more and more.

Knowing that Yan finally finished wiping his chest, Yan Yan thought he could breathe a sigh of relief, but his hand moved down gently, brushing over his abdomen, stirring up the water in the pool, and faintly touching the edge of the barren land. With the heat from the breath spraying on the neck, Yan Jing suddenly noticed something strange in his lower body, and hurriedly put his legs together, trying to hide it.

The small gesture still fell into Ming Zhiyan's eyes, he hooked the corners of his mouth in satisfaction, and finally removed the hands of his culprit, squeezed the shampoo to help him rub his hair, then took off the shower, rinsed off the foam, "Come and stand up , Rinse and you're done."

He blushed suddenly, didn't dare to turn around, and said guiltily, "I'll go for it myself, this one won't get wet."

Knowing that Yan was out of bad humor, he just wanted to tease him and see how shy he looked, so he washed his arms with clean water, got up and left.

Strictly lying on the side of the bathtub, he straightened up when he heard the sound of footsteps walking away.

......

After the excitement passed, his consciousness gradually came to his senses, and Yan Jing muttered to his left hand, "Beast."