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date="2021-11-01"

title="Chapter Ninety Six"

weight="142320"

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

mode = "manual"

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The photos of the couple are still playing on the giant LED screen in the square. As the picture changes, the light also becomes stronger and weaker.

Jing Ci held the bunch of flowers blankly, and couldn't react to it for a while.

If the eyes of other people floated over, Yingjiao didn't care at all. He cleared his throat and stretched out Jing Ci's hair: "The people in front are almost scattered, let's go."

"Oh." Jing Ci stepped forward, following him mechanically.

After walking a few steps, passing by the venue where he had just proposed marriage, he didn't come back to his senses until the strong light shone brightly on his face.

"Why are you..." His ears were a little red, and he said awkwardly: "How to grab this?"

"You moved your registered permanent residence to my house. What's wrong with me grabbing a flower for you?" Ying Jiao looked down at him and smiled triumphantly: "Speaking of which, our relationship now is much closer than they are."

Closer than the one who just got engaged, isn't that...

Jing Ci pursed his lower lip, and his heart was suddenly sweet as if he was drinking honey.

Ying Jiao didn't let him hold the bouquet for too long. After all, Jing Ci is a big boy, so this is a bit unsightly. Only one was left, and the rest were placed in the restaurant where they ate.

After returning home, Jing Ci found an empty mineral water bottle and filled it with water. Put the rose in the bottle and put it on the coffee table in the living room.

Ying Jiao went into the study for a while, and then came out with a photo album in his hand. He sat next to Jing Ci and turned to the first page: "Choose whichever one you want."

Jing Ci's eyes lit up and he hurriedly moved up.

The photos are sorted by age, and the first page is a snapshot of him shortly after he was born.

A small lump, the skin is not as red as other newborns, but a little pink. Wearing a light blue baby clothes, lying on the crib obediently, sleeping quietly with his eyes closed.

Jing Ci's heart was about to change, and he couldn't like it, so he unconsciously stretched out his finger and touched it.

"Want this?" Ying Jiao laughed, pulled out the photo, and after pushing it to Jing Ci, he turned a page down.

On the second page, the arrogance of winning is a bit bigger. He is sitting on the sofa, holding a building block in his hand, and looking at the camera. don't know who provokes him, and the little brow frowns in dissatisfaction, inexplicably cute.

"This..." Jing Ci raised his eyes suddenly to look at Ying Jiao: "I want it too."

Ying Jiao narrowed his eyes, not knowing what he thought, and smiled meaningfully: "Okay."

Page by page of the album, Ying Jiao has grown from a babble to a handsome boy.

Every photo looks good, and Jing Ci likes every one of them. In the end, he succeeded in picking his eyes. The greedy person wants this, and that also wants.

"Baby," Ying Jiao leaned lazily on the sofa, raised his eyebrows and looked at Jing Ci: "You can give it to you..."

Jing Ci cautiously took the photo and waited nervously for his text.

"What are you going to trade for?"

Jing Ci thought of the exchange of terms last night, and his throat suddenly became dry.

Ying Jiao rubbed his white and clean ankles for a while, and said with a smirk: "Say."

"I..." Jing Ci clenched his fist and did numerous psychological constructions for himself, but he still couldn't say the colorful words.

"So." Yingjiao let go of him, pretending to be generous and said: "Don't bully you, this time there is only one condition."

Jing Ci was overjoyed and nodded quickly.

"Screaming husband, come and listen."

Jing Ci was stunned, then his face quickly blushed.

"Why are you embarrassed?" Ying Jiao held his face with one hand, and looked at him for a while, and said politely: "We are both in the account book, so why can't we let it go."

Although Yingjiao was right, this title was still too shameful for Jing Ci. He really couldn't open his mouth, and the ghost retorted in a low voice: "The hukou book...I am your cousin on the hukou book."

"Yes, Jingshen." Ying Jiao grinned his teeth gently: "You have learned to talk back." He picked up the ballpoint pen on the coffee table and raised Jing Ci's chin: "Do you force me to use some other means?"

"I thought it wouldn't be possible to touch you, right?" Ying Jiao smiled and whispered a few words in his ear.

Jing Ci's face was astonishingly hot in an instant, he turned his head and stammered in refusal, "No, no..."

"That's not it?" Ying Jiao gently rubbed his lips with a pen, his face was full of scorn: "Otherwise, maybe in the next second, my conditions will be changed."

Jing Ci suddenly became anxious when he heard it.

He wanted those photos that engraved the growth trajectory of winning arrogance so much.

So that night, Ying Jiao died shamelessly leaning on the photos of his childhood, and listened to the book in one breath.

The next day, Yingjiao wanted to go out with Jingci. He said that he recently opened a shooting club not far away. The last time he was in the video game city, Yingjiao could tell that he liked this kind of more exciting activities, but Jing Ci was ill.

He was so stupid that he hadn't noticed it. Still, Yingjiao felt something was wrong when he saw that he always drank water. He touched his forehead and took his temperature again, only to find out.

"37.9 degrees." Yingjiao put down the thermometer, stood up and said: "Put on a coat, I will take you to the hospital."

"No." Jing Ci has always lived a rough life, not to mention a low-grade fever, which is not a major event, and said indifferently: "There is nothing uncomfortable, but the nose is a little hot, it doesn't matter."

"I still have to go and see." As he spoke, Ying Jiao had quickly cleaned up. He opened the taxi-hailing software and coaxed: "Observe, otherwise what if the temperature rises?"

"It's okay." Jing Ci took a sip of water and comforted him: "Maybe it's because I haven't rested well during this period. I might just get some sleep later."

"Why are you so stubborn." Yingjiao couldn't help him. After thinking about it, he snatched the ice water from his hand: "Don't drink this, I'll cook it for you."

Jing Ci nodded, and when Yingjiao wanted to turn around and go to the kitchen, he suddenly stopped him: "Brother..."

"Huh?" Yingjiao turned his head back: "What's the matter?"

Jing Ci hesitated for a moment, wanted to say something, and finally swallowed: "It's okay."

"What's the matter?" Ying Jiao walked back to him and whispered softly: "What can't you tell me?"

Jing Ci looked down for a while, and whispered: "Is it, isn't your mother dissatisfied with me?"

Winning arrogance and dumb: "Baby, what are you thinking about all day long." He reluctantly sat down beside Jing Ci: "You have good grades and a good personality. It's too late for her to like it."

"But," Jing Ci was still worried, he licked his dry lips: "I'm a man..."

"What's wrong with the man?" Ying Jiao snorted, "I chased you first. If my mother is angry, I should be angry with me instead of you." He rubbed the head of Xia Jingci: "Don't think too much, just It's just a coincidence."

Yingjiao knew that Jing Ci valued their relationship too much, so he felt soft. He smiled at the corner of his mouth and deliberately ridiculed: "Didn't Old Liu ask you to write into the party application last time? Isn't it okay? Jingshen is all party activists. What feudal superstitions do you do?"

Jing Ci also felt that he was a little baffled when he said that by Yingjiao. He smiled embarrassedly, and the jumbled things in his mind finally fell apart.

"Go to the bedroom and lie down for a while, and I will bring it to you when the water is boiled."

"good."

Jing Ci didn't want to sleep, but he had a fever and his head was groggy. In addition, I struggled too much a while ago, and my body was still a bit deflated, so I fell asleep shortly after putting on the pillow.

Then he dreamed again.

It's a dream, but it's actually more like watching a movie, but the consciousness has not been awake.

In the sixth month after he was locked up in the system space, when Qiao Anyan imitated him time and time again to approach Yingjiao, Yingjiao finally found a clue.

Compared with the previous dream, he has lost a lot of weight, his facial lines have become sharper, and his eyes have become dark and dark. The temperament of the whole body is suppressed to the extreme, as if it will burst out with a light touch.

As for Qiao Anyan, he became the person who knew nothing about life and death.

Jing Ci has never seen Yingjiao in such a way: harsh and cold-blooded, as if Qiao Anyan crying for mercy in front of him is not a person, but a poultry, duck and livestock that can be killed casually.

But he was not afraid, only distressed.

Qiao Anyan, who was covered in cartilage, could not withstand the torture of Yingjiao, and it didn't take long for him to tell everything about it

"I didn't do it...yes, that system! It says that as long as I turn everything in Jingci into mine, I can replace him and become the protagonist of this world."

"Now... now it's your feelings."

"Because, because you are another protagonist."

………………

Success is Qiao Anyan, and failure is Qiao Anyan.

The system needs to rely on Qiao Anyan's superiors to gather energy to strengthen itself, so I deliberately selected a simple-minded and easy to manipulate person. However, he didn't expect that in the end, because of his characteristics, he would easily reveal the secret of his existence.

It can't do anything to Yingjiao, there are only two protagonists in the world. It doesn't matter if one dies, but if both dies, the whole world will collapse quickly. As the initiator of the destruction of the world, it will be formatted.

So, this time, Jing Ci finally knew his true origin.

He is not wearing a book, he is a person of this world.

It was Yingjiao who threatened to commit suicide, and when his death was irreversible, he forced the system to send him to another world.

The system promises to Yingjiao that as long as his soul is cultivated, he will automatically return.

Therefore, Yingjiao relied on that illusory hope, hoping day by day...

Jing Ci was sour in his heart and suddenly came to his senses.

The goal was a simple design mug on the bedside table. He reached out and touched it. The cup was warm.

Jing Ci got up and held the cup in his hand, his eyes slowly reddening.

He always thought that lying in the trash can in the twelfth winter of the winter was the most merciless abandonment in the world. But only now did he understand that it was all the love that a person gave him all his best.