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date="2021-11-01"

title="Chapter Seventy Seven"

weight="142245"

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

mode = "manual"

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The balcony of Yingjiaojia is connected to the living room and is equipped with a wide sliding glass door.

This is when the sun is at its best in the morning, and the bright light shines through the glass into the living room, revealing everything inside clearly.

Jing Ci was lying halfway down on the sofa by Ying Jiao, the hem of his clothes rolled up, revealing a small white and thin waist.

It's not that he doesn't understand the meaning of winning arrogance, he has even promised even more. But it's daytime, still in the living room.

His face flushed, his heart beating wildly, barely keeping a trace of clarity, trying to take his hand out of Yingjiao's hand: "...no."

"What can't it?" Ying Jiao lowered his head and kissed his neck lightly, and the hot breath sprayed on his skin: "Jingshen, I find that you are getting more and more difficult to serve now."

He laughed softly: "Didn't you question it first? May I prove it to you?"

Jing Ci's apple moved and swallowed dryly. He couldn't stand being played like this by Yingjiao, he just wanted to end this state as soon as possible: "I, I didn't."

"Then you mean I bullied you?" Ying Jiao gently grabbed Jing Ci's hair, forced him to look up at him, and said with a faint smile: "Really?"

Yingjiao's voice was already low. At this moment, he was a little dumb because he had been infected with sex, rustling across his ears, and the back of Jingci's neck was numb.

He turned his face short of breath, shook his head, and drew his hand out.

"Look at me." Ying Jiao pinched his chin and turned his face around. When Jing Ci raised his eyes, he deliberately mischievous and pressed his hand on his belt.

"Want me to let you go?"

Jing Ci panicked and nodded impatiently.

"Say something nice." Ying Jiao stroked his face and collarbone, and said solemnly: "If you say something nice, I will let you go."

Jing Ci suffocated his breath, his eyelashes trembled, and for a long while, resisting the shame, he yelled almost inaudibly: "Brother..."

The blue veins in the forehead of Yingjiao jumped, and the bottom of his eyes were a little red.

He closed his eyes, with his arm forcefully, he pulled Jing Ci up and pressed it on the back of the sofa, and kissed his side face and auricle forcefully: "It wasn't hard at first, but now it's hardened by you, what should I do?"

Jing Ci looked at him incredulously. He didn't expect that not only did he not keep his promises, but instead he gave him a rogue.

Ying Jiao panted against his ear, and said dumbly: "You don't have to do it for me. Then can I think of you when I do it myself?"

Why do you want to ask such things?

Jing Ci turned red all over, almost burning.

Winning arrogance is still pressing hard: "Can you?"

Jing Ci gritted his teeth and finally uttered a word: "Can..."

Ying Jiao chuckles and kisses his earlobe rewardingly: "Thinking about you to me..." He whispered a few explicit words: "Alright?"

Jing Ci really couldn't stand it anymore, so he buried his head in the socket of his neck and stopped talking.

Ying Jiao stretched out his hand to touch his hair and the back of his neck: "What do you mean by not speaking? Don't agree?" He held Jing Ci's hand and raised it, looking down thoughtfully, "Then I still think your hand... …"

Jing Ci completely collapsed: "...OK."

He closed his eyes, fought out, and whispered: "You...whatever."

These words completely ignited the fire in Ying Jiao's heart. He rubbed Jing Ci's waist twice, then let go of him restrained, got up and went to the bathroom.

Jing Ci raised an arm to cover his face, and quietly leaned on the sofa for a while. Suddenly stood up, walked to the refrigerator, opened the door, and plunged in.

After almost wiping the gun on the sofa this time, something quietly changed between the two.

Occasionally looking at each other inadvertently, sparks flashed in the air as if crackling.

That's it, a few days later. The day before Jing Ci's birthday, Ying Jiao went out again.

"It's at the cafe where we often go to buy milk tea." He congee said to Ying arrogantly: "He just sent me a WeChat message, saying that it has arrived."

Ying Jiao nodded to show that he knew.

This morning, he got the real estate certificate that had become Jingci's name.

However, if you want to relocate your residence, you need a home register of your original residence instead of just having a real estate certificate.

It was definitely impossible to start from Jing Fu, so Ying Jiao set his sights on Jing Miao.

After a few people arrived at the cafe, they saw Jing Miao in the most conspicuous place.

Upon seeing Yingjiao them, Jing Miao immediately stood up and greeted them one by one awkwardly.

Ying Jiao pulled the chair away and sat down opposite him, too lazy to deal with him, and said straightforwardly: "What about things?"

Jing Miao turned around, took out an account book from his schoolbag, and pushed it to Yingjiao.

Yesterday, when He Conge contacted him and asked him to secretly bring over the household registration book, Jing Miao not only did not reluctantly, but was also very happy.

Recently, his dad resigned at home, and when he had nothing to do, he just stared at him to study every day, and kept saying how good Jingci is, and let him look at him.

Jing Miao keenly noticed that the person his father values ​​more than him is Jing Ci.

This made him very panicked.

Yes, Jing Ci is reluctant to go home now. But after all, there is blood relationship, what if he changes his mind someday?

Will there still be a place for him in this family at that time?

So after listening to He Congee's request, Jing Miao agreed without saying a word.

Jing Ci quietly moved out his registered permanent residence. Once he came, he was no longer a member of their family. Secondly, when his father finds out in the future, he will definitely have a heart knot with Jingci, and there will be no possibility of repairing the relationship between each other.

Yingjiao opened the account book and flipped through it. After confirming that there was nothing wrong, he put it in his pocket: "I'll contact you when I'm running out."

Jing Miao nodded quickly.

The goal was achieved, Yingjiao didn't want to waste any more time, so he left the cafe without finishing a cup of milk tea.

"Thanks," he threw the cigarette in his pocket to Zheng Que, and said to a few people: "Come to eat at home another day. WeChat me in advance if I want to eat, and I will let my aunt do it at that time."

"Good, good!" He porridge couldn't wait to say authentically: "It doesn't matter what else, more meat will do."

Zheng Que took out a cigarette and asked him: "Brother Jiao, we are going to Happy Valley tomorrow, are you going?"

"No, I have something to do, you play." Yingjiao pressed the bright screen to check the time, and said: "I will go back first."

He waved for a rental and got into the car shortly.

He Zhou looked at his back and sighed: "Ge Jiao is a little bit sorrowful, but he really has nothing to say to Ge Ci."

Zheng Que nodded: "I have never seen him care about anyone so much."

He Cong smiled and gloated, "You can see him if you don't like Xinci? I heard that people who want to chase after him are queued outside the school."

"That's what I said." Zheng Que laughed loudly, and left with He porridge.

The next day was Jing Ci's birthday.

Jing Ci had never had a birthday before. It was originally a holiday, and there was nothing to celebrate.

In addition, he hasn't adapted to the change of birth date from February 19 to January 31, so when Ying Jiao took out his birthday present, he was stunned.

"what is this?"

"Happy birthday." Ying Jiaoguang looked at him softly: "Open it and see if you like it?"

This is the first time Jing Ci has received a birthday present, and it was given by someone he likes. He was holding the small gift box, and cautiously and lightly, he couldn't lift the lid of the box lightly.

In a box wrapped in white silk, there is a black bracelet woven with two thick ropes.

There are different light gold metal patterns embedded on it, one is similar to a steering wheel, the other looks like a sword.

"The rudder and the anchor." Ying Jiao explained to him on the side: "The anchor is yours, and the rudder is mine."

As he said, he took Jing Ci's hand, put the bracelet on his wrist, and buckled it lightly: "It's very beautiful."

Jing Ci raised his hand and looked at the pattern on his wrist without blinking. Then, he found a small line of lettering on the front of the anchor——

J≡C

If it is someone else, he would think that the word "three" is in the middle of the two letters, but Jing Ci suddenly looked up at Yingjiao: "Heng equals?"

Ying Jiao smiled and nodded, he knew Jing Ci would understand.

Constant equal, a symbol on a high number, represents the meaning: no matter how the variable changes, the left and right sides of the identity sign will always be the same.

Jing Ci's throat choked, and he understood what Yingjiao wanted to say to him.

No matter what happens outside, the relationship between them will never change.

"Come on," Ying Jiao Chong Jingci stretched out his hand and said with a chuckle: "Give it to me, too."

Jing Ci's fingertips trembled, and he clenched his fist tightly. He almost reverently picked up another bracelet and put it on Yingjiao's wrist.

The wrists of the two were attached side by side.

One anchor and one rudder, one is J≡C, and the other is C≡J.

"I..." Jing Ci put his forehead on Yingjiao's shoulder, suppressing the turbulent emotions in his heart: "I like it very much, especially."

Ying Jiao stroked his hair lightly, lowered his head and kissed the top of his hair: "That's good."

The two hugged quietly for a while, before Jing Ci suddenly said, "Win the pride."

"Um?"

"Why... mine is an anchor and yours is a rudder?"

Ying Jiao tightened his arms again and again, almost embedding him in his arms. His Adam's apple quivered, and his voice was slightly hoarse when he spoke again: "I think..."

I want to tell you.

He took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down: "The anchor looks better."

No matter where you go in the future, what kind of world it is, I will find you.

As long as you wait in place, I will definitely ride the wind and waves.

"Oh."

"Also," Ying Jiao let go of Jing Ci, opened the drawer of the desk, took out two small notebooks from inside and handed it to Jing Ci: "Here."

Jing Ci was puzzled: "Is it also a birthday present?"

Ying Jiao smiled and shook his head: "This is the coming-of-age ceremony."

When Jing Ci opened it, he was stunned.

Two books, the red one is the real estate certificate, with his name written in it.The other dark brown one is Jing's household registration book.

Ying Jiao gently shook his hand and said softly, "Congratulations on coming of age, I will stand by my door, and I won't be constrained again."

The author has something to say: The title certificate does not come down so quickly, the plot needs it, so let’s watch it overhead~