If the love is deep into the bones

Chapter 276
"Hey—" I laughed all at once, and couldn't hold it back at all.

Every time I took the initiative to show off, and he didn't react much, I didn't expect him to pay attention this time.

"It's such a wretched smile." He glanced at me lightly, bowed his waist and changed his shoes, "It seems to be quite useful."

"How can there be—" I couldn't close my mouth from ear to ear with a smile, and the final sound was very long.

He raised his head slightly, gave me another sideways glance, then lowered his head again, and continued to change his shoes, "The mouth is cracked to the back of the ear, not yet."

"Hehehe—" I laughed so hard that I couldn't control it, "I...hehehe...I'm happy to see you paying attention to me."

Without saying a word, he changed his shoes and stood up, then walked straight towards the sofa.

I followed, and when he was standing on the sofa taking off his coat, I quickly put the bag in my hand on the corner sofa, and then went to pick up the coat he took off.

He glanced at me, said nothing, walked into the sofa and sat down, I helped him get cigarettes and lighters before going over.

As soon as I got to his side, he suddenly raised his hand and grabbed my wrist, leaned back slightly, and pulled me to sit on his lap.

I was flattered in my heart, but I pretended to be puzzled, "What are you doing?"

"How many times have you been confessed this month?"

I pursed my lips and suppressed my smile, paused for a second before lowering my eyes slightly, and while opening the cigarette case and taking out a cigarette, I said, "It's not considered a confession, it's just a conversation..."

"Oh... just pay it back." He smiled, that kind of malicious smile.

I quickly pursed my lips again, fearing that my mouth would be out of control and my ears would be cracked, and I would die a bit miserable later.

"Really... just to strike up a conversation or something, I don't like to talk to them, kid." I said, raised my hand, and brought the smoked cigarette close to his lips.

He lowered his eyes, glanced at the cigarette in my hand in a neutral manner, paused for a second, and then bit his lips with the tip of his teeth.

I bent the corners of my lips, leaned over the lighter, and lit it for him.

He raised his hand to pick up the cigarette, and slowly exhaled the smoke, "It sounds like you are so old, and you are not a brat."

I pursed my lips slightly dissatisfied, "I'm going to be 22 soon, it's normal counting, I'm a senior, okay, senior!"

"Heh..." He laughed softly, disdainfully.

"What are you laughing at? I'm telling the truth." Thinking about it, I feel very helpless. It should belong to the seniors, but they still have to be yelled at by those young boys and girls. Really!
"You're only 22..." He lowered his eyes, whispered something, and then raised the cigarette in his hand.

"Don't act like that, make it look like an old man."

"Not young at all." Rang Hui, although his tone was light, I still felt that he was obviously jealous.

And if you're jealous, you can be jealous, and you have to put on airs and demeanor, it's really twisted!

I looked at him, turned my eyes slightly, and said, "Don't say it, I was always wondering why you called Song Ruisheng, Brother Sheng."

"What's so strange?"

"Because... I always thought you were older than Song Ruisheng."

He looked at me for a moment, then raised his eyebrows slightly.

I knew he had reacted, and immediately rolled off his lap, leaned over with a smile and ran to the corner sofa in two steps.

"Hehehe..." He didn't come to chase me, but just laughed out loud, bowing his waist in a 'scary' way of laughing and throwing the barely lit cigarette into the ashtray...

Seeing this, I quickly turned around and ran towards the room, but just as I ran to the door, he grabbed my back by the back.

"Ah—" I whispered instinctively.

"Chen Yue, Chen Yue, you really owe me something!" His voice was flat.

I slowly turned my head to look at him, with pitiful eyes, "Didn't I just want to make you happy..."

"Are you sure you want to make me happy?"

"if not?"

"Heh." He snorted a laugh, put his arms around my waist, picked me up, and walked into the room.

I looked at the big bed that was getting closer and closer to me, how could I not know what he was implying, "I haven't showered yet!"

"Come on," he said.

"Really, I really haven't..."

I regret it, why should I be so inflated, look, the pretense has been cleaned up!

He got up and went outside to light a cigarette, then returned to the bed, leaning against the bedside to smoke.

After a while, a puff of smoke rushed towards me, and then his lazy voice sounded, "I have to go back the day after tomorrow, do you want to go back too?"

My half-stagnated head paused for two seconds before I realized what he said. I opened my eyes slightly, turned to look at him, and said a little excitedly, "You said...cough cough...cough..."

The question was too urgent, and the throat was too dry. When the voice passed through the throat, it was like sand passing by, and he coughed all at once.

He frowned, glanced at me with speechless eyes, and then moved out of bed. I quickly cleared my throat and looked at his back, "You said go back, right? Hey... where are you going?"

He didn't answer me. After a while of slippers coming and going, he came in. He didn't have a cigarette, but he brought a glass of water.

When I saw it, the mouth cracked uncontrollably to the root of the ear again, it hurts!

"Happy you." He sat down on the edge of the bed.

"Heh... Brother Tian, ​​pour me some water, can I not be happy?"

"If you have strength and joy, do you have the strength to get up?"

"Yes, yes, yes!"

He couldn't bear to look directly at me, and when I took the water glass, he pulled my pajamas from the side and put them on my shoulders.

My throat was burning badly, so I raised one hand and lightly grabbed the lapel of the pajamas, raised my head and drank the whole glass of water.

My throat finally felt comfortable, I took a deep breath, put the water cup on the bedside table, and then pulled up the cup that was blocking me and moved it to the bedside.

"I just asked you, do you want to go back together?"

"want!"

As if he had expected my answer, he didn't look surprised, "By the way, do you have class tomorrow?"

"Yes, but I don't want to go in the morning, but I have to go in the afternoon."

He nodded his head lightly and didn't say a word. When it was me, he seemed to realize something after a second pause...

"Hey... are you coming to pick me up tomorrow?"

He narrowed his eyes when he saw me, "I owe you again, right?"

I immediately shrugged my shoulders, showing a pitiful expression, "I just asked, mainly because I want you to pick me up..."

He snorted from his nasal cavity, stood up, and walked towards the bathroom, "Get up and take a shower."

Although he didn't answer me, I still laughed because he didn't deny it, so...he will come tomorrow!

The next morning, as soon as he left the house, he started scratching his fingers to make time, looking forward to him coming to pick me up from school.

(End of this chapter)