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It is simply saying: If you want, please continue to bully me.
Because of this kiss, Jiang Qingyue thought about it for many years.
When I was young, I was in love, and the tall boy in the school uniform smiled, kissed himself, and said intimate words... This kind of scene has not only been dreamed of once or twice.
Ren Shuhan was so tickled by him that he just wanted to pick him up and go home and kiss him, from head to toe, but pretending to be a gentleman on the surface: "Although I'm also the first kiss, but think about it carefully, This kind of place took away your first kiss, and I still wronged you."
Jiang Qingyue clenched the corner of his shirt tighter: "School uniform, I like it very much, that, young master..."
When she found that her words were not smooth and her voice trembled, Jiang Qingyue kept her mouth shut.
Ren Shuhan: Who can resist this?
It is also the male protagonist of Jinjiang.
"Are you really not wronged?" Ren Shuhan just wanted to hear him say it himself, or to enjoy the process of forcing him to say it, and was very excited, "When I was young, I was bullied but didn't tell me, you Forget that I'm going to lose my temper?"
The young master was reluctant to lose his temper with me... Jiang Qingyue quickly glanced at Ren Shuhan, lowered his eyes, and glanced at him again, feeling that the young master seemed very serious, so he could only say anxiously: "Really not."
After the primary school was divided into classes, a few people used to chase after Jiang Qingyue's students. I don't know where they heard it. Knowing the identity of Jiang Qingyue's illegitimate child, they began to isolate him with the whole class.
It was only when Ren Shuhan was about to graduate that he found out about it. The so-called friend who shrugged with Jiang Qingyue was just laughing at him for being his own servant's rubbish.
It was the second year after the class placement. After Ren Shuhan finished his English class and recited a poem, he suddenly missed Jiang Qingyue very much.
Want to see his face, want to hold his hand, want to talk to him.
Although he met every day after school, he skipped a class without hesitation and went to Jiang Qingyue's classroom.
Jiang Qingyue's class happened to be PE class. The classroom was empty, with only a few classmates. Jiang Qingyue was sitting in her own seat, with a straight waist and a straight posture. She was doing homework. Her ponytail was soft and cute. From behind, she looks like a little girl.
Knowing that he had been studying hard and wanted to catch up with his own grades, Ren Shuhan stood far away, not willing to disturb him, and silently admired it through two layers of glass and a corridor.
After a while, several other students in the class made a fuss, some discussing the topic, some laughing, and suddenly one person picked up the sandbag, threw it at Jiang Qingyue, and hit him on the head.
At first Ren Shuhan thought it was a joke, but Jiang Qingyue threw the sandbag back to the classmate, and another classmate threw it at his head.
This time Jiang Qingyue avoided it, didn't pick it up, and continued to do her homework.
The classmates laughed and walked to his side, each of them shoved him a few times, pushing the books on his desk to the ground, and the stationery was scattered, and then went out from the door giggling.
Jiang Qingyue kept silent all the time, he only struggled when someone pulled his hair, and didn't let the ponytail loose. After everyone left, he picked up his things and continued to do his homework, as if nothing had happened.
Ren Shulan quietly remembered the faces of those few people, not a single one fell, and then turned away.
Later, he came to Jiang Qingyue's class again, two times secretly, which one of his classmates bullied him, and which one laughed at him, remembered all of them one by one, and the other two times were upright and open. , glanced coldly at the other classmates, and occasionally said a few harsh words to let them know that this child is theirs, and no one should think about it.
Jiang Qingyue didn't notice it at all, only him was in her eyes. Every time she saw him coming to her, she was as happy as a little fool.
At that time, Ren Shuhan was ten years old. He was no longer as silly and sweet as Jiang Qingyue. After he was in middle school, he quietly put these people in sacks and cleaned them up. They have nowhere to seek revenge, but a profound realization that the world has karma.
Ren Shuhan also took pictures of these people with blue noses and swollen faces for Jiang Qingyue to see, and said solemnly: "If you are bullied in the future, be sure to tell me that I will never let you suffer any grievances."
Xiaojiang Qingyue replied in surprise: "I have never taken what they said seriously, as long as the young master doesn't think of me that way."
Ren Shuhan hugged him and kissed his hair swirl secretly.
how do i miss you?
illegitimate child? domestic servant? Child bride? No, no label can define you, you are just Jiang Qingyue, my favorite person.
Later, Ren Shuhan really did what he said. He transferred directly from junior high school, instead of going to the aristocratic school that went straight to primary school, he went to an ordinary key middle school and continued to be in the same class as Jiang Qingyue. Jiang Qingyue never heard any gossip. , until the year met Gu Weici...
He must be very sad, Ren Shuhan thought, I will find a way to make it up.
But the bad taste gave him a sadistic attack.
A few nights before the next kiss scene, Ren Shuhan gradually forgot his confession plan, succumbed to his despicable thoughts, and began to find ways to seek sweetness. Every time Qingyue walked through the living room, she could see his headache.
"Master," Jiang Qingyue said worriedly, "is there anything I can help you with?"
"Just don't get stuck." Ren Shuhan saw that he was wearing soft cotton pajamas and cotton slippers. His long black wet hair had not stood up yet, and hung down on his waist. Duo glasses, I thought that your defenseless appearance was the greatest help for me, thank you so much for the hospitality, but he said, "Don't let me have a hard time, I'm stuck by you."
Last time, I was stuck many times, but I didn't even have a line, and I don't know why... Although Jiang Qingyue suspected that the young master was making trouble, she still wanted to condone him, and nodded: "I will work hard."
"How do you try?"
Ren Shuhan looked into his eyes with a very serious tone, but in his mind he was frantically sketching the neckline, wrist, ankle of Jiang Qingyue's pajamas covered by the corner of the light...