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date="2021-11-01"

title="Chapter Seventy Six"

weight="142244"

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

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This afternoon, had always lived a delicate life and couldn't even touch the greasy smell on body. Holding a half-bald mop borrowed from the restaurant, worked hard to clean up the oil stains on the ground.

Not only did he not dislike him at all, but there was an undisguised smile on his face.

Jing Ci wanted to follow but was stopped by him.

"Does this little thing still need you to do it?" Ying Jiao put the mop into the bucket and rinsed, raising his eyebrows: "Don't believe my physical strength?"

"No." Jing Ci explained quickly: "Two people hurry up."

"Is anxious to go home?" Ying Jiao chuckled, "It's not impossible."

He leaned to Jing Ci's ear and whispered: "You just need to charge me."

Jing Ci was startled, charging? How to charge?

"Say something like winning brother or husband cheering."

Jing Ci turned his head unnaturally and ignored him.

Ying Jiaoren smiled, and gently pressed his elbow against him: "Stand by the side, don't delay my work, otherwise I will prove my strength to you when I go home later."

Jing Ci was a little sweet and embarrassed in his heart, and stepped back silently.

Just after lunch, this is when the restaurant is at its most leisure time. The aunts who were picking vegetables and washing dishes in the back kitchen all sat outside chatting in twos and threes.

Yingjiao is good-looking and tall, and the aunts who provoke can't help looking at him and whispering.

"What is this guy doing?"

"His friend spilled the oil on the ground just now, and he is cleaning it up."

"Oh, nowadays such caring young people are rare."

"Who said no."

"I'm good looking. I haven't been tired after bending over for so long. The physical strength and waist strength are good."

Several aunts looked at each other and laughed sharply.

I heard the Jingci from the beginning and the end of the conversation beside me. didn't know what had come to mind, and the expressionless face turned red a little bit.

After finishing everything, Ying Jiao first took a picture of the mop and the bucket, and then returned all the tools, and got on the subway with Jing Ci.

Although it is not the time to commute, there is still no free space on the subway.

Ying Jiao leaned at the door, let Jing Ci stand beside him, took out his mobile phone and opened the small group with He congee——

[Pride]: [Picture]

He Zhou and the others have just finished a round of games, and they are sitting on the ground drinking Happy Fat House water. Hearing the phone ringing, clicked on WeChat immediately.

Zheng Que zoomed in on the picture and took a look at it carefully: "What kind of stuff did Brother Jiao take? Did he go to volunteer with Brother Ci?"

"Isn't it?" He porridge didn't understand. "Aren't they going home to do their homework?"

Peng Chengcheng uttered a word blankly: "Xiu."

Zheng Que didn't believe it: "How do you show off this stuff? Old Peng, you have been bitten by a snake for ten years and you are afraid of well ropes."

Peng Chengcheng glanced at him lightly and stopped talking.

Zheng Que lowered his head and typed

[Zheng Que is incorrect]: Brother Jiao, what are you doing?

[Arrogance]: Blind? Can't you see that this is full of my happiness?

[He family, your uncle]:? ? ? You are sick? ? ?

[Zheng Que is incorrect]: I can see the mop and the bucket! !

【Peng Chengcheng】:……

[Arrogance]: This is evidence that Jing Ci fought for me.

[He family, your uncle]: Fighting? My quit brother, kind of good student who can fight? I believe in your evil!

[Arrogance]: Can he be the same in front of me and in front of you?

[Arrogance]: Forget it, it doesn't make sense to you singles, I resigned with Jing.

[Hejia, your uncle]: Wait! Can you not show us? ! We don’t have time and don’t want to listen, okay? !

[Arrogance]: Jealousy makes people ugly. You have nothing to do with birds during the day and birds at night. Why do you run out of time?

[He family, your uncle]: Fuck, get out of here! ! !

Zheng Que sighed to the sky and turned to Peng Chengcheng: "Old Peng, the cow is still your cow."

Peng Chengcheng took a sip of Coke without expression, hiding his merit and fame.

On the subway, after showing off, Ying Jiao received his mobile phone, turned his head to look at Jing Ci, his eyes softened involuntarily.

Sometimes he really wants to declare to the whole world that such a good poem belongs to him.

It was probably the best decision he had made in his life to tease Jingci because he was too boring and curious.

Perceiving his sight, Jing Ci raised his head and just ran into his gaze.

The corners of Jing Ci's lips curled up first, but finally he couldn't help but laughed.

Ying Jiao looked at him, only feeling softened in his heart, and then smiled.

After the two went home, without wasting time, one took up one end of the large desk and worked on their own questions. learned until ten thirty in the evening, and then took a shower and went to bed.

In the middle of the night, Jing Ci dreamed again.

Still in that university, he had a headache and was almost fainting. In the dimness, someone maliciously said in his ear: "You can rest assured to die, from now on, everything you have is mine, including winning pride."

Win the pride...Win the pride!

Jing Ci opened his eyes in cold sweat, until he fumbled and grabbed Yingjiao's hand under the quilt, and he felt a little more settled in his heart.

What exactly is going on? Jing Ci's sleepiness ran away cleanly. Like last time, he didn't think it was just a simple dream.

In the darkness, Jing Ci stared at the ceiling, involuntarily thinking that the original body died of being beaten to the head by an iron rod. In his dream, he...seems to have also died of a headache.

Everything is related to the head.

Jing Ci's heart jumped wildly.

Since childhood, his subconscious protection and attention to his head is really just because he has heard too much of the Dean’s chicken soup. Is it necessary to rely on this head to change his destiny?

Jing Ci felt cold all over and couldn't help but leaned against Yingjiao. Zhengxiang, who was sleeping with Yingjiao, didn't open his eyes, but subconsciously reached out and hugged him, acting as if he had done it a thousand times.

As a result, the temperature on Jing Ci's body gradually returned, and all the messy dreams and thoughts were all forgotten.

He clings to Yingjiao, not knowing when he fell asleep.

The next morning, Jing Ci still stayed with Ying Jiao and got up to eat and study according to the school schedule.

Although he was still thinking about the dream, he didn't look strange on the surface until Ying Jiao took the phone that kept ringing and went to the balcony.

He had never evaded himself on the phone before, and Jing Ci's pen tip hasn't fallen off for a long time, thinking uncontrollably.

Whose phone is that? Is there anything I can’t listen to?

I just dreamt that someone wanted to win the arrogance with him, and now this kind of thing happened...

Over there, I don’t know Jing Ci thinks too much about Winning Pride. He closed the balcony door and pressed the answer button: "Uncle Yao."

A few minutes later, Yingjiao, who had agreed everything, came back.

"I'm going out to do something," he leaned over at Jing Ci with one hand on the table, "Is there anything I want to eat? I'll bring it back to you."

"No." Jing Ci put down his pen, was silent for a while, and said softly: "What's the matter?"

Ying Jiao was taken aback.

Jing Ci never asked about him in detail, so he didn't think of excuses. In a hurry, I had to say: "Isn't Zheng Que living in my house now? There was a problem with the door lock, and the property asked the owner to pass."

He is lying.

Jing Ci immediately realized what was wrong, regardless of whether the caller was the property or Zheng Que, he didn't need to go out to pick it up.

He did not dismantle the arrogance, nodded and said: "Okay."

Ying Jiao rushed to see Yao Ruicheng, but didn't notice it. hearing this stretched out his hand and rubbed his hair, went to the bedroom and took a plastic bag, turned and walked out the door.

Jing Ci looked down at the desktop, and for a long while, changed a set of math papers and started frantically brushing the questions.

Yingjiao and Yao Ruicheng made an appointment to meet in Vientiane City, and by the way, they bought something he had ordered before.

When he arrived at the agreed coffee shop, Yao Ruicheng was driving his computer and tapping on the screen, with a meticulous expression on his face.

"Uncle Yao." Ying Jiao greeted him and sat down opposite him: "Are you busy?"

Yao Ruicheng closed the notebook and smiled: "Yeah, I'm so busy and I still take time to see you, know how nice I am to you."

He didn't mention the gift of real estate. Instead, he looked around and saw that there was no one. Then he said, "Who are you with that? Are you serious?"

Ying Jiao frowned, took a sip of the milk tea Yao Ruicheng had ordered him, and said, "His name is Jingci, the scenery of the scenery, the words of Chuci."

"I chased him first. He couldn't help but agreed to follow me."

Yao Ruicheng was dumb, no need to ask, he already knew the answer.

This is more than serious, it is almost impervious to protection.

"You said you are so good... why do you like men all of a sudden?"

Yingjiao said nothing.

Jing Ci is so good, isn't it a matter of course to like him? It's abnormal if you don't like him.

Yao Ruicheng sighed, "Are you sure you want to go down the road? Then you will have no future."

Ying Jiao glanced at him and smiled.

Yao Ruicheng was baffled by him: "What's the matter?"

"Uncle Yao," Yingjiao put down the milk tea in his hand and said lazily: "Are you Enke in Qing Dynasty for a few years?"

Yao Ruicheng was startled for a moment, only to realize that he was mocking his feudalism. He scolded him with a smile, stopped chatting with him, and started talking about the gift of real estate.

"Which house do you want to give him... Jingci? Have you brought all the materials I told you before today?"

"Well, take it, you have a look." Yingjiao put the plastic bag on the table: "Just the one near our school. It is too far for him to go there, and it is also close to where I live now."

"Okay." Yao Ruicheng checked all the relevant documents and saw that there was nothing missing or missing. He was also in the mood to make a joke. He picked up Jing Ci's ID card and examined it carefully, then smiled and said, "He looks pretty handsome."

Ying Jiao chuckles, and when he mentions Jingci, his entire face softens: "He is not photogenic, real people look better. Don't you know, he is also very good at learning..."

In the next period of time, Yao Ruicheng regretted his momentary quickness. Because Ying Jiao was talking to him, he talked for more than half an hour about how well-behaved and good Jing Ci was, and how sincere he was to him.

In the end, Yao Ruicheng even knew that Jing Ci liked Yang Zhi Ganlu.

Is it so scary for contemporary young people to fall in love?

Yao Ruicheng had a blank face, and he seemed to have escaped from the cafe. Secretly vowed that at least this time, he never wanted to see Yingjiao again.

Showed another wave of love, Yingjiao was in a good mood, went to get back the customized things, bought two boxes of duck tongues along the way, and then returned home.

"Take a rest and study again." He walked to the study and pulled Jing Ci onto the sofa in the living room and sat down: "I bought duck tongue, and eat some first."

Jing Ci let out a "um".

Ying Jiao tore open the film of the box, Yu Guang caught a glimpse of Jing Ci sitting next to him obediently, waiting to be fed. My heart was itchy, and he suddenly hissed.

"What's the matter?" Jing Ci turned to him immediately.

"The pepper burst into his eyes when I was tearing the package." Ying Jiao frowned, covering one of his eyes.

It is not a trivial matter to get hot pepper into the eyes, Jing Ci immediately became anxious: "Let me see."

He stood up, bent over to hold Yingjiao's wrist, and softly coaxed him: "Don't block, let me see."

Ying Jiao slowly put down his hand, and Jing Ci immediately leaned over.

At this moment, Ying Jiao suddenly held his face, raised his head and kissed him heavily.

Jing Ci was dumbfounded, only then did he realize that he was pretending.

Lie to him again.

Jing Ci pursed his lower lip, let go of him and sat aside.

"Are you angry?" Ying Jiao laughed, and moved to Jing Ci: "Don't let you kiss?"

Jing Ci didn't speak.

"Can I make a mistake?" Ying Jiao had a thick-skinned face, and apologized to familiarize himself with the road: "I'm sorry, you are so cute, I couldn't hold it back for a while."

Jing Ci was a little sweet and sour in his heart.

He tried to persuade himself not to be affected by the dream. Yingjiao is so good to him, he shouldn't doubt him. Although they are in love, there should be some secrets between them.

"Baby," Ying Jiao saw that his face was wrong, and raised his chin to take a closer look: "Are you really angry?"

"No." Jing Ci felt that he was hypocritical, he raised his eyes to look at Ying Jiao, and repeated: "Not angry."

Winning proud of the inch, his eyes fell on Jing Ci's lips, and he whispered, "That's the kiss?"

Jing Ci's cheeks were hot, no matter how many times Ying Jiao had said this, he was still a little embarrassed.

"Speaking, do you let it go?"

Jing Ci nodded.

Winning arrogance was unable to do so during this period, and kept trying desperately to endure it. He can fill a blockbuster with a look in Jing Ci, not to mention his obedience.

Forgetting the duck tongue or something, Ying Jiao gently pushed Jing Ci onto the sofa and leaned forward to kiss him.

The rapid breathing was intertwined, the air rang out with ambiguous water stains, and the surrounding temperature became higher and higher...

Jing Ci's eyes widened suddenly, and when Ying Jiao's lips were about to go down, he reached out and pushed him.

"What's the matter? Baby." Ying Jiao's voice was hoarse, looking down at him.

The two were almost close to each other, so that Jing Ci immediately noticed his physical reaction.

"You..." Jing Ci's cheeks flushed, and he turned his head slightly: "...get up."

Ying Jiao stiffened and bumped into Jing Ci and put his hand on his waist: "Think I'm hard?"

Now Zi Jingci's neck was red.

It's all... so obvious...

"It's not hard." Suddenly, Ying Jiao smiled, and in Jing Ci's incredulous gaze, he took his hand: "If you don't believe it, touch it."