[Wearing Books] School Bully Loves Little Milk Cake

Chapter 110 Baby, Come Up

It is rare for Jian Zhao to be presumptuous in public like this, holding Ke Ai in his arms, panting heavily because of the kiss just now, all the heat from it falls on Ke Ai's neck, Ke Ai's heart beats extraordinarily fast.

Over the years, Jian Zhao has become more and more mature, and it is rare for him to show his emotions, let alone being intimate with Ke Ai in front of so many people in the bar like now.

No matter how inconceivable things happen to Jian Zhao, as long as it is related to Ke Ai, everything seems to be justified.

That girl obviously stayed in the bar often, and she didn't feel embarrassed when encountering such things, and even booed a few times with the crowd.

Ke Ai didn't feel anything at first, but when he heard more and more booing in his ears, he simply buried his little head in Jian Zhao's arms.

Jian Zhao knew that he was shy, so he covered him with his broad body, lowered his head slightly to his ear, and apologized in a low voice.

"Little boy, don't be angry with me because of this matter."

Ke Ai raised his head, revealing a pair of foggy eyes, and said to him seriously: "I... I'm not angry."

Because of the time the two of them missed, Ke Ai now likes to be close to Jian Zhao, regardless of the occasion.

After all, they were in a bar. No matter what, Ke Ai still drank alcohol. Although there was only one glass, it was still not high in concentration. I'm dizzy.

Jian Zhao and these students were not very close when they were in No. [-] Middle School. Today, if it wasn’t for the request of his little boy, he wouldn’t even come here at all, so he didn’t talk to those students much. His mind was on Ke Ai.

After getting drunk, Ke Ai will not be drunk at all, he looks very well-behaved, sitting at the bar with his hands folded on his knees, as well-behaved as a child who has not grown up.

Seeing his appearance, Jian Zhao thought it was funny, walked up to Ke Ai and took his hand, took out a candy from his pocket with the other hand, handed it to him, and asked in a low voice: " Little cutie, here is a candy, I will give you some candy, can you come home with me?"

Hearing these words, Ke Ai raised his head in a daze, looked eagerly at the candy in Jian Zhao's hand, his face was a little tangled, and finally shook his head reluctantly.

"not good."

Jian Zhao knew how much his poor kid really liked eating sweets. Hearing this unexpected answer, he asked, "Why is it not good?"

Ke Ai looked at Jian Zhao seriously, and emphasized to him: "If it's candy, I want two, because I want to share it with someone I like."

Hearing this familiar yet unfamiliar words, Jian Zhao suddenly remembered that when the two of them were still in the same middle school, what the little boy said when he gave him candy was similar to what he said now.

Now they are surrounded by those familiar faces from No. [-] Middle School, inexplicably giving Jian Zhao the illusion that they are still in the past.

It's like all the hardships the two have endured for so many years don't exist, and the two have lived such a stable and happy life from the very beginning.

"But I can't seem to find my stinky family anymore...I'm so good...why doesn't he want me..."

Seeing Ke Ai's depressed face, Jian Zhao suddenly felt a pain in his heart.

Even now, Jian Zhao knows very clearly that even though so many years have passed since the past, Ke Ai's condition is gradually improving, but the scars left in his heart are not. It can be wiped out so easily.

Jian Zhao didn't continue to tease Ke Ai, but embraced his shoulders, hugged Ke Ai in his arms, and kissed the corner of his lips tenderly.

"Baby, I didn't want you. Why don't I come to pick you up now?"

When Ke Ai heard these words, his eyes became bright in an instant, and he stretched out his arms to wrap around Jian Zhao's neck, and the two left the bar together.

Jing Shao was always playful, so Jian Zhao greeted him and left.

Ke Ai only drank a glass of wine. Although he was a little dizzy because he didn't drink often, he was not so drunk that he completely lost consciousness.

Jian Zhao held his hand, and the two walked on the street without any scruples.

It's winter now, and the wind at night seems to be extremely cold. Ke Ai is already wearing a cotton jacket to keep out all the cold wind, and his hands are tightly wrapped by a big warm palm, so he doesn't feel cold.

A small street vendor on the side of the road sells fluorescent stick bracelets on the stalls. Jian Zhao knows that his little poor children like these things, so he bought two from the small street vendor and put them on the wrists of the two of them respectively. superior.

They walked forward holding hands, with the same fluorescent bracelets on their wrists, silently showing intimacy.

Although Ke Ai drowsily drunk and turned into a little drunk cat, he still smiled contentedly, and Jian Zhao's lips curled up when he saw that he liked it.

For the two of them, they are very familiar with everything here. They used to come out on weekends when they were still in No. [-] Middle School, or on their monthly vacations, without exception.

After five or six years, many places have changed their appearance, and those places that have not changed have all turned into tiny hooks, slowly evoking memories of these places in their hearts.

It is night now, the street lamps on the street emit a soft light, Jian Zhao looks at the bare tree branches on the roadside green belt, and thinks of the luxuriant branches and leaves when the two of them walked this road, in their youth. The bright sunshine and the impeccable smile on the corners of the lips.

Ke Ai became a little drunk cat when he was drunk, walking a little unsteadily, seeing his dangling appearance, Jian Zhao was really worried, so he simply squatted down when he reached a step, and said in a low voice: "Come up, baby, and I'll carry you on my back."

"Say" Yi Jie O Ke Ai followed what Jian Zhao said, and lay on his back.

It's been such a long time, Ke Ai is still as thin as a cat, and Jian Zhao doesn't feel heavy when he is carrying him on his back.

After so many years, all kinds of shops seem to have changed their appearance, and the occasional small vendors on the side of the road are all unfamiliar faces.

Jian Zhao felt the warmth on his back with a smile on his lips. The only thing to be thankful for was that no matter how time changed, the person who was by his side was always the squeamish little kid from his family.

Although Ke Ai was drunk, he was not sleepy, and he was very honest when he lay on his back and let him carry it, but his small mouth kept gurgling.

Although Jian Zhao was very close to him, he still couldn't hear what he was saying.

Later, when they passed a library, Jian Zhao suddenly stopped in his tracks. This place, other restaurants, clothes shops, or others, basically all changed their appearance, but only this book The museum is still the same as it was then.

Although it is getting late now, the library is still not closed.

When Jian Zhao stopped, Ke Ai, who was obediently lying on his back, also raised his head. When Ke Ai saw this familiar building, he began to mutter aggrievedly.

"Jian Zhao...you agreed to buy me many, many story books, and tell them to me."

When the two were together, Jian Zhao treated Ke Ai as if he was doting on his little ancestor. There was no limit when he was doting on him. I don't know when he said the words that Ke Ai said. promise.

However, looking at Ke Ai's more realistic appearance, nine out of ten it is true.

Even if it wasn't true, Jian Zhao was willing to coax him to be happy according to his little ancestor's request.

This time Jian Zhao didn't need to speak, Ke Ai very consciously moved himself off Jian Zhao's back when he walked to the door of the library.

The old man who sells books in the library is still the old man. It is very late now, and there is no one in the library. The old man is sitting at the door wearing reading glasses, holding an English book in his hand, and reading it seriously.

Jian Zhao let Ke Ai lead him, and the two went to the bookshelf of fairy tale books together.

The bookshelves in this library have been used for an unknown number of years, and they are full of traces of years of carving. A book placed on it looks brand new.

Jian Zhao patiently leaned against the bookshelf, flipped through a few fairy tale books with good stories, all of them were in his hand, and planned to pay the bill when he went out later.

Ke Ai originally planned to read it roughly like Jian Zhao did, but when he was reading a book, he was unconsciously fascinated by it.

He has been abroad for so many years, as long as he mentions it to his brother or parents, it is not impossible for him to read story books.

But for so many years, he has never made a request related to this aspect.

Although he didn't mention it, he really liked fairy tales. Now that he opened a book, he was unconsciously fascinated after reading a few pages.

Seeing that the old man who reads the library is about to leave work, Jian Zhao took Ke Ai's hand and walked out together. Ke Ai originally wanted to complain that he didn't have time to get a few books, and he saw Jian Zhao before he had time to speak. He was holding a thick stack in his hand.

Satisfied, she followed Jian Zhao's strength and went out with him.

After paying the bill, the two of them went out of the library together, and the head-on wind was cool, which gradually woke up Ke Ai's dizzy head.

The two of them returned to the hotel under the starry sky. The roses that were placed there yesterday were blooming, and they were still extremely beautiful.

After entering the hotel door, Ke Ai took a story book, climbed onto the bed and began to read it seriously.

Jian Zhao was a little dissatisfied with being ignored by him, and pressed Ke Ai on the bed when he was not paying attention.