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byIn the dream, neither Qi Bai nor Jiang Jianzhi felt that the kiss just now was wrong with Jiang Jianzhi's fingers lingering on Qi Bai's lips.
For the ambiguous posture that has always been close to each other, it is also natural to look at it.
As if they were a real couple, just doing what normal couples would do.
Consciousness told Jiang Jianzhi that all this was wrong, but the dream was not controlled by his thoughts. In the blink of an eye, the scene of the two getting along changed from the elevator to Qi Bai's home.
In the dream, Qi Bai's house was unbelievably chaotic, with a pile of clutter in the living room, and a white sock on the armrest of the sofa.
The too messy environment made Jiang Jianzhi in the dream and Professor Jiang from God's perspective frown at the same time.
Professor Jiang saw in his dream that he wanted to clean up the house, but was pushed into the bathroom by Qi Bai.
Qi Bai urged impatiently: "What is this, I've always been like this, don't worry about it."
Jiang Jianzhi sighed softly and could only take a bath first, but this time Qi Bai didn't wait outside the door and brought him a change of clothes, but went in together.
To be precise, Qi Bai was dragged in by him in the dream.
Professor Jiang from God's perspective: "!"
There seems to be an invisible barrier. Professor Jiang is blocked outside the door, so he can't see the scene in the bathroom. He can only hear the conversation between the two inside:
"This milk tea is pretty good, but it's a pity."
This is Qi Bai's voice.
"Buy it next time."
This is his own voice.
"My hair is on your buttons, you help me trim it, be gentle, it hurts..."
"Tie up?"
"Okay, you can help me." In the next second, Qi Bai said suspiciously, "Can you?"
"meeting"
"Really, when did you learn it?"
"Look at you pierced."
"I can't see it, Professor Jiang, who secretly learned to tie his hair."
The conversation inside was normal at first, and then there was the sound of rubbing fabrics, followed by the sound of water, and further down, the conversation seemed to change:
Qi Bai: "The water temperature should be lower, it's boring."
Jiang Jianzhi: "I will catch a cold."
Qi Bai: "One person will catch a cold, but two won't."
"..."
"Professor Jiang, what is the taste of pudding in milk tea, would you like to try it?"
"..."
"Hey - don't bite me, you have to go out to see Erisc tomorrow..."
...
In his sleep, Professor Jiang frowned slightly, and the conversation in the bathroom became more and more derailed. When Qi Bai said that the bite hurt, he suddenly woke up.
When the light of the sky suddenly appeared, Jiang Jianzhi stared at the ceiling for a while, and then blinked slowly.
His thoughts have not been completely detached from the absurd dream just now.
He once tasted the fruit tea in Qi Bai's mouth, so when the two of them touched lips and teeth in the dream, the feeling was very real, as if it had happened...
He closed his eyes, raised his hand and pressed his chest. The fast heartbeat made Professor Jiang suspect for a moment that something was wrong with his body.
Although the dream was short-lived, the night of reality had passed, and he remained motionless for a while, and Jiang Jianzhi only got up when his heartbeat gradually stabilized.
When he turned his head and saw the painting presented by Qi Bai on the bedside table, Professor Jiang, who had only had absurd dreams, suddenly froze.
He pursed the corner of his lower lip, and finally Professor Jiang reached out and silently turned the frame of the picture, took the clean clothes with a grim expression and went to the bathroom.
When he came out of the bathroom, he saw the standing picture frame, Jiang Jianzhi paused, then silently went over to buckle the picture upside down.
On the twentieth floor, Qi Bai also had a dream last night, in which he washed Jiang Jianzhi's clothes all night.
It was just a set of clothes, but it couldn't be washed cleanly. At the end of the wash, the water turned into milk tea, and there was immortal grass jelly floating on top. He asked Jiang Jianzhi if he wanted to drink it.
Jiang Jianzhi, on the other hand, talked to him about science with a serious face. He couldn't drink milk tea after washing his clothes, and he would die if he drank it.
Qi Bai had forgotten most of what happened in the dream after he opened his eyes and woke up. He remembered that he was holding his clothes in one hand and pointing at the water in the basin with the other. There are Q bombs and chewy, and the taste will be better.
The dream that was too nonsensical, Qi Bai recalled only crying and laughing.
He thought that he was unlikely to drink milk tea in a short time.
After pulling two hairs, Qi Bai wanted to go to sleep early when he saw the time, but the phone rang.
Qi Bai touched it and saw that it was a message from Qi Ruishan, a photo of a real estate license.
[Qi Ruishan]: The family bought a new villa. If you don't fool around with men, I will be your son. After a few decades, I will die, and everything in the house will be yours.
After the last call, Qi Ruishan was so angry with Qi Bai that he never contacted Qi Bai again.
Seeing that this person not only didn't get angry but even bought a new house, Qi Bai's mood that was Shang Ke in the early morning was not very good in an instant.
[Qi Baishi points out]: It's none of my business, who cares.
No matter how high or rich Qi Ruishan is, it has nothing to do with Qi Bai, and he never thought of inheriting any broken villa.
Qi Ruishan was a single seedling like Qi Bai, and he learned the lesson from the New Year. He was afraid that his rebellious son would really hang out with men to the end, so he didn't lose his temper easily this time.
No one doesn't love money, this time he made up his mind to lure him.
[Qi Ruishan]: You are my seed, why is it none of your business? Who can inherit Lao Tzu's property but you?
[Qi Baishi divides the white]: Bo Yingying and Bo Ningnan, any one will do, it has nothing to do with me anyway.
[Qi Baishi's confession]: Maybe I didn't make it clear to you last time. From the moment you cheated on us, we have nothing to do. You give your money to whom.
From junior high school to high school, he remembered every money he spent on Qi Ruishan. In the past few years, he had already made Qi Ruishan's card with his money and profit.
As for university, he relied on student loan scholarships and part-time jobs. Whether it was tuition or living expenses, he never asked Qi Ruishan for a penny.
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