Professor Wai Jiang is on suspension.

Jiang Jianzhi: "Go for the research."

Classes are not needed for the time being, but the project cannot be lost, and it is necessary to continue to follow up.

Qi Bai nodded to show his understanding.

As soon as the plane landed, the two said goodbye to Zhu Junliang and took a taxi back to Yuelan Mansion.

Jiang Jianzhi opened the suitcase to pack his things, while Qi Bai ran to the bedroom and came out with a box in his hand.

Professor Jiang kept sorting out the movements, raised his eyes and asked:

"what is this?"

Qi Bai: "A present for you."

Jiang Jianzhi paused for a moment: "...gift?"

As if he knew what Professor Jiang was thinking, Qi Bai responded quickly:

"I know that today is not a New Year but a holiday, and it is not an anniversary."

No one stipulates that gifts must be given during the holidays. When Qi Bai browsed the shopping software, he thought that this item was especially suitable for Jiang Jianzhi and bought it.

Jiang Jianzhi took the box and asked, "When did you buy it?"

Before Qi Baida went to him, he couldn't help urging: "Open it up and see if you like it."

The two exchanged gifts several times. The suit that Qi Bai gave to Jiang Jianzhi was well hung in the cloakroom with a dust bag on it, but Qi Bai's reaction a few times before was not the same as today.

He seems to be looking forward to it more than he cares about whether Professor Jiang likes it or not.

Professor Jiang naturally did not ignore Qi Bai's unusual reaction, and there was a momentary hesitation in opening the box.

I have an ominous feeling in my heart.

Qi Bai, who was standing beside him, saw Jiang Jianzhi's slow movements, and he endured it before he didn't take it apart by himself:

"Why don't you open it?"

Jiang Jianzhi looked at him without speaking, his eyes seemed to look into his heart.

Qi Bai's thinking is active, and occasionally some strange ideas come up.

Qi Bai raised his hand: "...It's not a tricky gift, it's a very serious thing."

Qi Bai swore that the gift was serious. Professor Jiang opened the box and found that there were only a few thin straps connected together in the big box.

Black leather lace, very thin, with a small clip attached to the other end.

Jiang Jianzhi picked it up and studied it. The lace was adjustable, but he didn't know what it was for.

Receiving Professor Jiang's suspicious gaze, Qi Bai finally couldn't help it, and his smile gradually changed:

"It's called a shirt clip. It's tied around the thigh. The small one is a sock clip. Professor Jiang, can you try it?"

Professor Jiang, who saw these things for the first time: "?"

Chapter 103 Shirts

In order to avoid the embarrassment of some people who appear to be well-dressed and graceful on the surface, in fact, the socks have fallen to the heels, and the hem of the clothes is piled up at the waist, wrinkled, bloated, or even running out. Shirt clips and socks clips came into being.

These two things are widely seen on the stage of idols in the entertainment industry who are very concerned about their appearance.

It was originally a functional object, but because of its shape it gave it a different meaning. The thought of Professor Jiang's dignified suit pants tied with black, leather, slender and long shirt clips, Qi Bai became crazy. fucking bouncing-

The abstinence and pornography under the clean and honest board, whoever makes up for it knows.

When he came across this thing at the time, Qi Bai placed the order without any hesitation.

Afraid that the old-fashioned person didn't know how to use it, Qi Bai also thoughtfully showed Jiang Jianzhi the renderings after use, with a false sincerity of "It's not me, an old-fashioned critic who lusts after you, it's really for you." :

"With this thing, even if you do the introduction body up, the shirt will not run!"

Jiang Jianzhi looked at the straps in Qi Bai's hand and was silent.

Professor Jiang is dignified and upright, with a calm demeanor. He is well-dressed whenever he is outside. He is so perfect that he can speak on stage at any time, and he will not run around without the help of external objects.

Qi Bai's gift was given, and in the seriousness, there was an imaginative immorality.

Being stared at by Qi Bai with anticipation, Professor Jiang, who was still rational, refused to try it on.

Jiang Jianzhi rarely refused Qi Bai's request, but he insisted on his attitude and put away his things and boxes.

The immortal Qi Bai's eyes lingered on the old-fashioned thigh, and he said with a 'tsk':

"Stingy, it's not like I haven't seen it."

Professor Jiang's footsteps toward the bedroom were barely noticeable, and then the pace of leaving was significantly accelerated.

Holding his face and looking at Jiang Jianzhi's tall and straight back, Qi Bai in the living room thought—

No, you have to find a way to make the old-fashioned accept new things.

This money can't be spent in vain, can it?

...

Qi Bai had been begging for a few days, but Professor Jiang was unmoved, saying he didn't like it, and he didn't even want to try.

He even used the ultimate trick such as the beauty trick, but as a result, his buttocks were not less painful, but he was old-fashioned but his heart was like a rock, and he never let go.

Seeing that the shirt clips he bought were about to fall into dust, Qi Bainao Guazi changed his mind and changed his mind:

If the mountain is not just me, I will go to the mountain.

On that day, Qi Bai put on Professor Jiang's white shirt and used a black shirt clip. Due to the long hem of his boyfriend's shirt, he didn't wear any pants, so he put on socks and clips.

Relying on the fact that there are usually no outsiders at home, Qi Bai hangs around at home with this look, waiting for Professor Jiang to get off work.

Brazen teasing.

Professor Jiang, who came back from the research institute, was stunned for a long time when he saw this, probably because Qi Bai used the gift he gave him to get angry. Professor Jiang took the person into the bedroom and 'educated' him.

The educated person occupies the top, there is only one sock left, the shirt is unbuttoned a few top buttons, it hangs loosely, the adjustable black shirt clip is tightly tied to the white thigh, and the thin strap with a small clip bites the shirt The hem, because the shirt fell off, was no longer tight, and swayed with the movements of the two.

Feeling the old-fashioned emotions that were different from the past, Qi Bai, whose back was being held down, held back the voice in his throat, gritted his teeth and looked at the person below, and was in a mood to ridicule:

"Do you say no, don't you say ... wait, do you like it ..." Don't like it? "