Marshmallows are sweet and so are you

Chapter 22
"Yang Junzhe, this is the second year I like the ruffian boss, and the first year I like Yang Junzhe. I like you very much since you started live broadcasting. What do I like about you? I like that you play games beautifully, and I like you The tone of your speech, I also like your good looks in the e-sports world, but all these ruffian bosses exist in fantasy, I often chat with my little sisters in the fan group, how good you are in reality What a man."

"But you know, my liking for you seems to exist in fantasy. I probably shouldn't know you in real life. I thought that you would be a person like a gangster, chic , freedom, but in reality you are not at all the ruffian boss we know."

"But damn heart, I can't control it. The second time I see you, I know that no matter what you are, as long as you are a ruffian boss, Yang Junzhe, I will like you. You say it's ridiculous. "

"I'm sorry, I've been disturbing your life for so long, I can't help but leave, really, Yang Junzhe, you are a coward, I can't let myself stay in such a place I like but can't figure it out at all This is even farther away than being a netizen, I'm afraid that one day I won't be able to control myself, and I want to force you to be with me."

After Yu Nantian finished speaking such a long paragraph, he looked at Yang Junzhe's expression.

Hippie smiley face as always.

Her heart turned cold, she turned around and wanted to leave.

"and many more."

The boy stopped Yu Nantian who was turning around, and pulled her over.

"I'm just standing here waiting for you to force, come on."

Yu Nantian was dumbfounded, she stood there quietly, and then directly faced the lips that had been pressed for a long time.

He, the ruffian boss, the ruffian boss who has countless fans, and Yang Junzhe, who has only one fan, is his own.

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The first snow came on Christmas Day.

According to legend, as long as Chuxue watches it with the person he likes, he can grow old together.

The snow continued until late at night. Song Qianyu, who had finished his evening self-study, went to find warm wine who was studying by himself in a teaching building.

The school arranged a Christmas tree for the students in the auditorium. Song Qianyu brought warm wine to the auditorium. The temperature was not very cold when it snowed, and the tip of the warm wine's nose was still red from freezing.

Song Qianyu was walking on the road holding warm wine, the auditorium was still playing songs, Song Qianyu led her to stand still in front of the Christmas tree.

"Warm wine, Merry Christmas."

He took out a notebook from his schoolbag. On the clear and cold cover there was only the word "first love", which should be customized, and he opened the first page.

To the girl Song Qianyu likes the most in the whole world.

Wen Jiu raised his head, with shock and joy clearly written on his face.

"Like it?"

"I like it so much."

Wen Jiu closed the book, ready to go back and read it again, without having to read it, he understood that it was probably full of words.

"nice! You love it."

Song Qianyu helped her smooth out her loose hair, which had just been washed and smelled like shampoo.

"Song Qianyu, I've been with you for so long, but I've always wanted to tell you. I'm not with you because you treat me well, but because I really like you so much."

The girl's voice was soft and waxy, like a glutinous rice ball with a bite, overflowing with strawberry jam and fragrance.

Song Qianyu was a little moved.

This relationship has always been dominated by him. He actually wanted Wen Jiu to reply to him, but he could sense Wen Jiu's sensitivity to feelings. He didn't want to urge him, he just wanted to take it slowly.

"I had an unsuccessful relationship before, but when I realized that I liked you a little, I didn't dare to let myself go," the little girl raised her head, her eyes sparkling cleanly, "I believe you, I give myself to you."

The little girl acted a little cautiously.

Her cautiousness undoubtedly made Song Qianyu feel distressed.

"Don't worry, I will accompany you if you were afraid of going through it before, and I will give it to you if you haven't experienced it before."

"Okay."

Wen Jiu and Song Qianyu were sitting in the huge auditorium, there was no third person, just chatting in a low voice, when the door of the dormitory was closed.

Wen Jiu and Song Qianyu looked at each other.

"I don't seem to be checking the time."

"It's strange that there is no clock in this synagogue!"

"You go live at my house, my parents are out on a trip."

Wen Jiu lowered his head, thinking about something.

Song Qianyu's home is relatively close to the school, and it takes about 10 minutes to get there by car. Although Wen Jiu's home is in Qinglin, it is far away, and it is inconvenient for her to go home by car at night as a girl.

Finally, Wen Jiu nodded.

It seems that there is no other better way.

Song Qianyu and Wen Jiu went out and took a taxi to go home. They looked at the window downstairs, and the lights in the house were dark.

After taking the key to open the door, the voice from home almost made Song Qianyu think that he had entered the wrong door.

"Why did you come back?"

"Yeah, Xiao Ajiu is here, come in quickly."

Her expression changed a little quickly, making Wen Jiu almost laugh out loud.

This aunt looks very gentle.

"Hello Auntie."

Wen Jiu said obediently.

Song Qianyu was a little shocked.

Who said that he was going to travel two days ago?

Why is my mother at home!

Several questions appeared in Song Qianyu's mind.

"We came back early, and we are watching a movie with your dad. When Xiao Jiu comes, you can go to sleep on the sofa and let Xiao Jiu sleep on your bed, or you can go to sleep in the old man's room. Before you leave, you can sleep on the sofa. The sheets and pillowcases were laundered."

Song Yi is a bit of an old urchin, and no one else is allowed to sleep in his own bed.

Song Qianyu: ...

"I sleep on the sofa."

"Auntie..." Wen Jiu was a little embarrassed, and wanted to say that she could sleep on the sofa if she was short, but her mother directly blocked her.

"How can a girl sleep on the sofa? It's fine if he gets used to sleeping on the sofa. I'll get you a toothbrush."

Warming the wine was held back halfway, and obediently followed his mother to get the toothbrush.

Song Qianyu: Is this my real mother? !
The two of them tacitly ignored Song Qianyu, as if their girlfriend had been snatched away by their own mother. On the first snowy night, Song. Lonely. Qian. Lonely. Yu curled up on the sofa humbly.

And Wen Jiu didn't sleep well either.

She is a little bit of a bed.

The sheets were all new, but Wen Jiu was lying on his bed, as if his relationship with him had been pulled in for no reason.

Every breath in the nose seems to be his smell.

In the middle of the night, Wen Jiu tossed and turned and couldn't fall asleep, so he tiptoed up and turned on the lamp, and opened the notebook Song Qianyu gave him.

There is something densely written on the notebook.

She reads down little by little.

When I first saw you on the basketball court, you were dressed like a childish doll, eating the ice cream in your hands intently. At that time, I was still playing for the team, but you had already drawn my attention away.

(End of this chapter)