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date="2021-11-01"

title="Chapter Seventy Five"

weight="142235"

series = ["Dressed as The School Grass’ Ex-boyfriend"]

mode = "manual"

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He congee said that the self-service is on the second floor of a five-star hotel, which is exactly the same as the self-service of other hotels, nothing special. The only advantage is that there are fewer people and there is no need to queue for anything.

When Jing Ci and Ying Jiao arrived, He congee and the others were half the table.

Seeing them, He Conge couldn't help but complain: "You guys are too slow, why do you have to put on makeup and sunscreen before going out?"

The waiter delivered two hot towels at the right time, and Yingjiao wiped his hands slowly while saying: "Traffic jam."

"It shouldn't be in theory." He Cong retorted subconsciously: "This is not the peak time for commuting."

Yingjiao put down the towel and snorted: "Theoretically, the national football team can win the World Cup."

He ignored the porridge, stood up and pulled Jing to resign from the dining area: "Go, get food."

Ying Jiao Xiaoshen took two plates from below, handed one to Jing Ci, and asked him, "Either salmon or king crab?"

Jing Ci put two lobsters on the plate and shook his head: "No."

Ying Jiao smiled, did not force him, only took his own share. He found out early on. Jing Ci is not very interested in seafood. He still likes fish and shrimps. He basically doesn't touch other things such as mussels and crabs.

The two picked and picked, took a few more plates of meat and fruit, and took a drink, then sat down and started eating.

At the dinner table, no one mentioned anything about Father Jing. Zheng Que stuffed a piece of chicken into his mouth, raised his head and said to Ying Jiao: "Brother Jiao, are you going out to play this winter vacation?"

Probably it was the habit of running in China and Britain when was young. Yingjiao likes to travel very much and often goes out to play during holidays.

"Don't go." Yingjiao flexibly picked the lobster meat from the shell with a fork and put it in the Jing Ci bowl without raising his head: "There is no time."

Zheng Que didn't understand: "What are you busy with for more than a month's vacation?"

Ying Jiao smiled, proud and showing off in his tone: "Let's fall in love and study."

Zheng Que: "..."

He congee forks a lamb chop, rolls his eyes at him while biting, "I'm eating well, can you stop talking about it?"

Ying Jiao raised his eyelids and glanced at him: "My boyfriend already has it, what's wrong with saying two sorrows?"

He Congee couldn't bear it and turned to Jing Ci: "Brother Ci, can you control him?"

Jing Ci's ears were a little red. He pushed Yingjiao's favorite salmon in front of him, then looked down and said, "Let's eat."

"Okay, eat." Ying Jiao immediately put away his anger, picked up a piece of salmon, dipped it in some soy sauce, and put it in his mouth.

The other dishes in this buffet can only be said to be average, and the unique grilled lamb chops is a must. Lamb chops are French steaks, with very little fat, but they are rare, and they are fragrant and tender. Because it is freshly roasted, the meat is still very hot and there is no smell.

Jing Ci liked it very much and ate two yuan in a row.

Ying arrogantly noted his preferences, watched his time putting the bones in the trash tray, and reached out to fork the last lamb chop on the plate.

Coincidentally, He Congee also made the same action at the same time.

He porridge pressed the lamb chops and tried hard to his side: "Brother Jiao, don't blow or black, I move one second faster than you, so this piece belongs to me."

"Oh." Winning proudly said: "Eat so much meat, do you have a sumo match at night?"

Taking advantage of the time He congee was stunned, he used one of his hands to force the lamb chop and put it on the Jingci plate: "Eat, leave him alone."

"Win arrogance! You shit!" He porridge stood up angrily, holding a fork to come over to win arrogance: "Who do you say goes to sumo wrestling?!"

He was big, and suddenly he didn't care about it. He knocked the plate with the vanilla roast chicken on the side. A piece of greasy chicken snapped and fell to the ground while rubbing Yingjiao's pants.

Ying Jiao's brows suddenly frowned.

He has no habit of cleanliness, but he just hates the feeling of getting food on his body.

"I'm going to the bathroom." He took the tissue that Jing Ci handed over and wiped it twice, still feeling uncomfortable, and he got up and walked outside.

"No, Brother Ci. How did you endure his stinky problems?" He Jiang still remembered his hatred of lamb chops, and while Yingjiao was not there, Jin'er put eye drops on him in front of Jing Ci.

He broke his fingers and counted Jing Ci in the same way: "No one is allowed to wear his clothes, no touch his bed, no greasy smell...it's literally, I can't live with him anyway."

Jing Ci was startled: "Can't his clothes and bed touch?"

"Yeah." Zheng Que grabbed the lamb skewers in his hand, and said as he ate, "Brother Ci, don't you know? Then he was pretty good to cover up in front of you."

"The year before last, I forgot whether it was autumn or winter." Zheng Que recalled: "We were playing on the playground, and a girl who had a crush on him secretly wore the school uniform he took off. He didn't say anything in person, and threw the clothes away afterwards. ."

Peng Chengcheng interrupted: "He doesn't wear other people's clothes either."

He porridge nodded sharply: "Yes, yes, so we don't go to the bedroom when we go to his house to play."

Jing Ci looked down and kept holding the fork for a long time without moving.

He has used Yingjiao's bathroom, put on his clothes, and slept in his bed.

In the past, he always thought this was a trivial thing that couldn't be more ordinary. Unexpectedly, these are all privileges that Yingjiao only gives him.

Jing Ci's chest was hot.

It turns out that for Yingjiao, he is special. From before the relationship to the present, it has always been.

In the following time, Ying Jiao always felt that Jing Ci's eyes were wrong, but he couldn't tell what was wrong with him. Just being seen by him, he especially wanted to kiss him.

Ying Jiao thought for a long time but didn't figure it out, and finally attributed the reason to the illusion that he had eaten too much oysters, which caused the yang in his body to condense and not dissipate.

After eating, He Congee and the others are going to win the game at that house in Cen Yue Bay. Yingjiao refused their invitation and prepared to go home with Jing Ci to do homework.

He wanted to take a taxi back, just like when he came, but Jing Ci didn't listen to him this time.

"We're not in a hurry, let's go back by subway." Jing Ci took out his mobile phone to show Ying Jiao: "The subway entrance is on the other side of the ancient city, very close."

It costs less than ten yuan to take the subway for two people, but more than thirty for a taxi.

"Yes." Ying Jiao nodded: "I will follow you."

The two followed the guidance of the navigation and entered the ancient city.

It is said to be an ancient city, but in fact it is a commercial street. It has already passed the meal by now, and the office workers have all gone back to sleep. It is quiet inside, with few people.

Jing Ci and Ying Jiao crossed the main road and were about to turn right, when a laughter suddenly sounded behind them: "Look, who is this? Where are they going?"

Ying Shengjun brought five or six people up from behind and looked at Ying Jiao with slanted eyes: "Why do you have such a back today? My eyes are dirty when I go out."

Ying Jiao stepped forward, blocking Jing Ci behind him, and sneered: "If it's dirty, dig it."

He raised his eyebrows and looked at Ying Shengjun, and said lightly: "Oh, no, the blood on your body is dirty, you have to go to the crematorium for a walk."

"You!" Ying Shengjun was engaged by Ying arrogance, and he was holding a sigh of breath. At this moment, he was ridiculed about his life experience, and the fire suddenly came up.

He snorted and said viciously: "Just you are not dirty! So what? It's not that you can't even go home."

Only Ying's father knew about Yingjiao's initiative to move out of the winner. Both Ying Shengjun and Ye Lili thought he was driven out by Ying's father, and they often caught this point of ridicule.

Winning Jiao didn't care at all, he put his hand in his pocket and said lazily: "So you feel quite proud of living in the cesspit every day?"

Victory Jun immediately got stuck in his throat with a mouthful of old blood, and his choking face turned red.

"Why do you want to say another try?" A man with red hair pointed at the pride with his fingers, and said viciously: "Fool, let you stand upright today and go back sideways."

Ying Shengjun looked at Ying Jiao maliciously and took a step forward following Hongmao's words.

He certainly didn't dare to compete with Winning Pride alone, but now there are six or seven of them. On the other hand, there are only two people on the side of Yingjiao, one of whom is still a thin face, which is useless at first glance.

When it comes to fighting, winning arrogance doesn't even frustrate anyone, he is just afraid that Jing Ci will be implicated.

"You first find a store to hide." Ying Jiao turned his head to Jing Ci and whispered softly, "When I get it done, I will find you."

Seeing that he did not move, Ying Jiao said again: "Observe, I will be distracted if you are here."

Jing Ci raised his eyes and glanced at the group of Ying Shengjun, nodded, did not stop, and walked straight towards a restaurant.

Ying Jiao watched him walk into the store, only then withdrew his gaze.

Victory King didn't care about the speech at all, what he wanted to deal with was to win the pride. He was still worrying about seeing Yingjiao. Who would have thought that he would meet him here so accidentally, he would be sorry for God's preference without beating him!

A man in black came up, looked up and down Yingjiao, and asked Ying Shengjun: "Is he your cheap brother who died?"

Ying Shengjun let out an "um".

Ying Jiao's gaze slowly moved to him, and his eyes became hostile in an instant. He walked over without saying a word, lifting his leg to touch the stomach of the black clothes with a kick.

The black clothes were unprepared, he suddenly moved his hands, screamed, and fell heavily to the ground.

When Ying Shengjun and his gang saw their friend being beaten, they rushed up to besiege Yingjiao. At this moment, a large swath of viscous light yellow liquid fell from the sky, drenching them all over their faces.

With a large bucket of peanut oil in his hand, Jing Ci stood blankly in front of Ying Jiao, splashing them on them with a precise and tricky angle.

"**!" The oil on Ying Shengjun's chin kept dripping, his eyelashes were all glued together, and his eyes almost couldn't open. He stretched out his hand and wiped his face, and he snorted twice. The goose bumps all over his body were getting up. He gritted his teeth and turned to Jing Ci: "Are you looking for death?"

He raised his hand and wanted to come over to fight Jingci. Who knows that just after taking a step, he suddenly slipped under his feet and hit red hair hard.

The ground is full of oil, it's slippery, and the red feet can't get any strength. Being hit like this by Ying Shengjun, he couldn't stabilize his body at all, and together with Ying Shengjun, he fell to the ground embarrassedly.

At this moment, the two of them seemed to have soaked in a pan, and they were all immersed in the oil.

Several other people were also thrown out of fire by Jing Ci, and they walked towards him with red eyes and gritted teeth: "You don't want your special hand, right?"

Jingci stood there with his face unchanged, put the empty oil drum down, took out a lighter from his pocket, and said coldly: "You come here again, I'll light it up."

One of them laughed: "Who are you scaring? I don't believe it..."

Before he could finish a sentence, Jing Ci suddenly opened the lid of the lighter and opened the fire.

The light yellow is studded with a circle of blue flames, which are beating strangely in the air, which makes people shudder.

Jing Ci took the flames and walked forward two steps, his voice was flat and did not fluctuate at all: "The big deal will die together."

The horizontal ones are afraid of being stunned, and those who are stunned are afraid of death.

The people were so scared that they backed back again and again, and even Ying Shengjun and red hair, who were lying on the ground, got up with both hands and feet, and ran back eagerly.

Damn, they just wanted to fight, who would have thought that they would run into a lunatic!

Sure enough, Mr. Ying Sheng was right. His younger brother is crazy, and the friends around him are also crazy!

Almost in the blink of an eye, Ying Shengjun and his group disappeared in the ancient city, leaving only a string of oily footprints.

Jing Ci was relieved and put down the lighter.

Ying Jiao looked at him complicatedly: "You don't have to do this, I can clean them up."

He has been talented in fighting since he was a child, especially after a lap in the barracks. In the past, when he had conflicts with others, he stood in front of others, and his friends were used to this. Anyway, he is great.

This was the first time that someone had guarded him first.

His Jingci clearly doesn't know how to fight, and he obviously hates to do it. When someone provokes him, he still rushes in front of him without hesitation.

"That's not okay." Jing Ci pursed his lower lip and picked up the oil barrel shortly: "It's one thing for you to beat them, and it's another thing for them to deal with you in front of me."

For him, winning the pride is also special. No one can beat him in the head, and no one can beat arrogance.

He couldn't watch Yingjiao get injured, even a little scratch or a mark.

Fearing that Yingjiao would feel cruel, Jing Ci walked over and explained to him in a low voice: "Rapeseed oil is not gasoline, it has a high ignition point. The flame is so small, it's winter again, and there will be no accidents."

He looked at Ying Jiao with embarrassment, his cheeks a little red: "I...I just frightened them. I didn't expect them to really believe it. At first glance, they didn't learn chemistry well."

Ying Jiao took a deep breath, resisting the urge to kiss him cruelly, and dragged him into his arms.

It is said that it is easy to fall in love, but difficult to stay together. Because the longer the two people are together, the more shortcomings they expose to each other.

However, Jing Ci is like a small treasure, every time, he can dig out different treasures from it. So that every day, he loves him more than the day before.

With unlimited tenderness in Ying Jiao's heart, Jing Ci suddenly reached out and pushed him: "Ying Jiao."

"What's the matter, baby?"

Jing Ci whispered: "Shall we borrow some tools to wipe the oil on the floor?"

Winning pride: "..."

"Otherwise it's too much trouble for others."

Ying arrogantly laughed, yeah, Jing Ci is like that.

Never jump in line when eating. If you want to drink hot water in winter, you have to wait for the girl to pick it up before going. You must return the favors you owe others...

How could he be so good.

Ying Jiao lowered his head and kissed his hair softly, and said softly, "Okay."

"Also... I was too anxious when I got the gas, and I didn't pay for it..."

"Okay, I'll pay."

"The lighter has to be returned to others."

"Well, I'll pay it now."

"Next time... next time that person comes to look for something, you call me, after this time he must be particularly afraid of me."

"Okay, it's up to you."

The author has something to say: Little theater, win arrogance: Jing Ci may have grown up eating aphrodisiac bibimbap...