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date="2021-11-01"

title="Chapter Ninety-Five"

weight="142312"

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

mode = "manual"

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Ying Jiao's eyes trembled, staring at the little notebook without blinking, and even subconsciously held his breath. It's as if you are afraid that if you are not careful, you will be disturbed by the things in your hands.

Did he read it right? Jing Ci moved his hukou to his hukou book?

The heart is pounding, beating faster than every second. Yingjiao's Adam's apple rolled up and down. He closed his eyes, opened them suddenly, and looked at it again.

That’s right, it’s not dazzling, it’s not imaginary, the small black prints are still printed on the account page in a regular manner——

Name: Jing Ci.

Head of household or relationship with head of household: cousin.

"I put your hukou in the bookcase in the study."

"I just told you, you can find it there when you want to use it."

Ying Jiao breathed deeply and couldn't help but cursed in his heart.

Are you stupid? Jing Ci had all hinted to this level at the beginning, but he hadn't noticed anything.

How much did he miss?

Because Jing Ci's irritation of refusing to accept the gift instantly disappeared, Ying Jiao pressed the account book to his chest, for a long while, suddenly laughed low, and then strode towards the door.

Jing Ci waited left and right in the living room, but did not see Yingjiao coming back, suddenly a little anxious.

He really wants to see the photos of Yingjiao when he was a child. It must be a particularly arrogant child. Pulled every day, like a little adult, he can cry other children as soon as he opens his mouth.

Just thinking about it, Jing Ci felt that he was going to be adorable. He endured and endured, after all, he stood up and moved to the door of the study.

As soon as the hand was placed on the doorknob, the white door was vigorously opened from the inside, and the face of Yingjiao appeared in front of him for a moment. Jing Ci was taken aback, and looked at his hand unconsciously: "Photo..."

Jing Ci's voice stopped abruptly.

Ying Jiao pinched his waist with both hands, suddenly hugged him whole and pressed him against the wall.

The sudden weightlessness caused Jing Ci to subconsciously hold the waist of Yingjiao. Before he could react, a kiss like a gust of wind fell.

Winning an arrogant kiss hard and fiercely, his breath was hot and scorching, prying open his teeth and driving straight in, almost swallowing him.

Jing Ci was weakened by his kiss, and his waist was hanging in the air to make him unable to exert strength. Afraid of falling, I had to cling to Yingjiao hard, just like sending myself in front of him obediently.

"Baby," Ying Jiao left his lips slightly, his chest undulating violently, and panting: "I have seen the Hukou Book."

He finally found out.

Jing Ci was overjoyed and a little embarrassed.

"If I don't find out, when are you going to tell me?" Ying Jiao lowered his head and kissed his neck, almost unable to control the urge to tear his clothes: "How did you think of moving to my house?"

Jing Ci was itchy by him, his cheeks were flushed, and his heart beating loudly like a drum. The lips were opened and closed for a long time before spitting out a word: "...Brother."

"Um?"

"I..." Jing Ci tilted his head slightly to make it more convenient for him to kiss him: "I don't want to be an independent household..." He swallowed, with a tremor in his voice: "I just want to, just want to have an account with you. Book."

After speaking, Jing Ci hardly dared to look at Winning Pride.

This is the most straightforward and shameful thing he can say.

I want to have an account book with Yingjiao, and I want to be a family with him. Even if the law does not recognize them, in his heart, they have become the closest relationship.

Win the pride and breathe.

This fool, he didn't want anything, but quietly offered his whole heart.

Ying Jiao hardly knows how to love him. He holds Jing Ci and presses him onto the bed. While kissing him fiercely, he whispered in his ear: "I really want to fuck you to death, so you can't leave me."

Jing Ci was so hot that he was so embarrassed that his head was almost smoking. Unconsciously, he noticed that Yingjiao's hand had been inserted into his pants, and he bowed his body reflexively: "Brother, haven't bathed yet..."

"I know, don't move...don't move!" Yingjiao pressed his waist: "You behave, I'll touch it."

Jing Ci endured shame and raised his eyes to look at him: "No, don't you?"

"What's wrong, Jingshen." Ying Jiao raised his eyebrows and looked at him, with ridicule in his eyes: "What you promised doesn't count? You told me to show it to me, want to break your promise?"

Jing Ci looked at the fine sweat on his forehead, knowing that he didn't want to, but was afraid of pain. Immediately said: "It only hurts a little bit, really brother, I can bear it."

"You can bear it," Ying Jiao kissed his lips, then let go of him, got up and closed the curtains: "But I can't bear it."

With Jing Ci by his side, he can laugh and be happy, but he can't be alone, even if it doesn't work at all.

Fearing that he would feel guilty, Ying Jiao turned on the light and adjusted the brightness to the highest level. Sitting by the bed, deliberately teased: "Is you underestimating brother? Tell you, it's not an hour or two hours at the beginning."

Jing Ci blushed and said, "Well, then I can bear it."

He didn't want to let Yingjiao hold back any more, it just hurts a little bit, not itchy, what's so terrible?

Yingjiao was almost turned into a beast by him. He finally suppressed the impulse in his heart, moved to the side of Jingci, and turned his eyes on his beautiful collarbone: "So good, then wait a minute. Whatever I say?"

Jing Ci's eyelashes trembled and nodded lightly.

Ying Jiao stretched out his hand and slowly pulled down the zipper of his clothes, and said in a low voice, "What if I want to shoot you?"

Jing Ci lowered his head, let him take off his coat, whispered: "Whatever, whatever."

"Anywhere?"

"……Um."

Ying Jiao Ren couldn't bear it, stretched out his hand to pull Jing Ci's waistband, and commanded in a deep voice: "Take it off."

Even if they didn't touch each other, the two of them had a fight for half the night that night. But Jing Ci's biological clock was always on time, and he woke up at 6 o'clock the next day. After studying for a whole morning, after lunch, he really couldn't hold it, and went to take a nap for an unprecedented time.

If it's normal, he won't bother him if he sleeps for a whole day, but today is different.

Seeing that it was almost three o'clock, Ying Jiao thought about it, and pushed the door into the bedroom.

"Baby," he squatted down on the edge of the bed, grabbed a piece of fabric and squeezed out a tip, and pinched the tip of his nose: "Get up."

Jing Ci was so screaming, he only frowned and opened his eyes. But his mind was still not sober, and he cried out in a daze, "Brother?"

"Yeah." Ying Jiao waited until he could think, then said: "Get up and go to a place with me first, and let you get enough sleep at night."

Jing Ci opened the quilt, stretched out his hand and rubbed his eyes, and asked in confusion, "Where to go?"

Ying Jiao glanced at him and found that his pajamas were neatly dressed, then he retracted his gaze and said, "My mother's cemetery."

Jing Ci sat up, and the sleepiness in his mind instantly ran away. He stammered: "You, your mother?"

"Yeah." Yingjiao was amused by his reaction: "So what do you do when you are so surprised? It's all a person from the household registration book. Isn't it normal to see a parent?"

Although he was only going to the cemetery, Jing Ci became nervous inexplicably. He jumped out of bed, looking for clothes, and said: "Brother, why didn't you tell me earlier? I'm not prepared for anything..."

Ying Jiao smiled, leaning on the cabinet to watch him busy, and jokingly said: "What do you want to prepare?"

Jing Ci finally found a black coat, took it out and put it on the bed neatly, and said seriously: "Paper money, gold ingots or something."

"Stupid or not," Ying Jiao tapped his forehead lightly with his mobile phone: "Nowadays, cemeteries are not allowed to burn paper, and she doesn't like that kind of thing. Just buy a bunch of white lilies."

"Ah," Jing Ci hadn't been to the grave before, he had only heard of it, and nodded when he heard that, "Then I'll buy it."

"I see." Ying Jiao laughed: "I won't grab it with you."

Jing Ci tidied up and took a look in the mirror several times, until he was completely sure that there was nothing wrong with him, and then he went out with Yingjiao.

Just in time for the three-day Tomb-sweeping holiday, it was time for the lights to be sent in the evening, and there was an endless stream of people coming to the cemetery. Ying Jiao walked around a group of people with Jingci, and walked straight to the center of the cemetery, and finally stopped in front of a black stone monument.

"Here." Yingjiao wiped off the dust on the stone tablet a little bit, and said with a chuckle: "In previous years, I came by myself. This year, I brought someone to show you."

"His name is Jing Ci, and I will come with him every year from now on. Doesn't he look particularly good? I know you will like it."

When she was ignorant, Yingjiao once blamed and even hated her. I hate her for abandoning herself for a scumbag, and hate her for allowing herself to witness her death.

But later, when he slowly understood the depression, the hatred in his heart turned into pity.

It's not that she doesn't care about him, the things in her own name are enough to explain everything now. She just couldn't hold on anymore, she chose to leave.

Jing Ci hugged Lily, who was not even allowed to touch Yingjiao, to the tomb, and respectfully bowed three times at the tombstone.

He didn't know what Yingjiao's mother looked like, nor did he know the reason for her death, but he still thanked her from the bottom of his heart.

Thanks to her for bringing Yingjiao to this world, so that he can be lucky enough to meet him.

Ying Jiao looked at the tombstone quietly. After getting to know Jing Ci, he seldom fights and began to study hard. Now that he has a fulfilling life and there are people like Jing Ci by his side, she should be relieved.

Ying Jiao let out a long sigh of relief, straightened the flower bouquet that was twisted by the wind, turned his head and said to Jing, "Let's go."

Jing Ci nodded and followed. After walking a few steps, he turned his head and glanced involuntarily.

Secretly and boldly called Mom in my heart.

After the call, I felt a little cheeky again, rubbed my face embarrassedly, and quickened my pace.

On the way back, Ying Jiao told Jing Ci all the troubles in his family, including the cause of his mother's death.

"Are you always curious about the reason for my fainting? It's because of that." Yingjiao put the subway card in his pocket, and said, "But I'm used to it now."

Jing Ci was distressed. He didn't know how to comfort Win Jiao, and he didn't want to let him recall those sad things. I had to hold his hand and said seriously: "It's okay, I'll help you watch it in the future."

Ying Jiao smiled at the corners of his lips and gently pushed away from him: "Yeah."

When the two people walked out of the subway station, it was already dark and they had not eaten dinner yet.

Ying Jiao raised his eyes and took a look, remembering that there was a good northwest dish in the square nearby, so he walked over there with Jing Ci.

Unexpectedly, halfway through, he was blocked by a bunch of people gathered in front of him.

"What's this for?" Ying Jiao frowned, and said dissatisfied: "It's all stuck here, it's like fighting the flood."

Jing Ci didn’t know either. He was born with no curiosity. He was about to tell Yingjiao that he should change a restaurant, and he heard the conversation of a couple next to him——

The boy patted his chest and said: "Baby, don't worry, I promise to grab that bunch of flowers!"

The girl blushed and said, "Okay."

Jing Ci listened a few more ears before he understood. There is a couple who just made a successful marriage proposal. The girl wants to throw away the roses that the boy gave when he proposes to make others happy.

So the men with their girlfriends were crazy, and desperately squeezed up to get the flowers in their hands.

"Brother, let's go..."

"You're waiting for me here." Yingjiao stuffed the phone into his hand, left a word, and strode to the front.

He made it by coincidence that the flower in the girl's hand happened to be thrown out at this time.

A bunch of men stretched out their necks one after another, you pushed me, I stepped on your foot, no one would let anyone else.

Just when a man in a suit and leather shoes was overjoyed and was about to reach the flowers, a hand turned out to cut the bouquet of roses halfway through his beard.

Ying Jiao lightly fell to the ground, smiled provocatively at the man, turned and walked back.

Then, under the envy and jealousy gaze of a group of men, they squeezed the bunch of flowers into Jing Ci's arms without shying away.

The author has something to say: Little Theater, Brother Jiao: I don’t know when Jing Ci and I will be able to "know the roots and know the bottom"

I was out for dinner with my friends before, and I met a man and a woman standing outside a circle of candles and staring affectionately, and my friends pulled me up.

Me: Isn't it just a doll, what's so good about it?

My friend:............Bah! It's a marriage proposal!