Dressed as The School Grass’ Ex-boyfriend

Yingjiao and the others played noisily all night yesterday, and a bunch of drunk boys huddled in the box all night. He slept until noon the next day, then woke up in a daze, and went out to find food.

Everyone else got up and rubbed their faces and left, but Yingjiao had a ton of baggage, so he had to let Zheng Que go out and buy him a set of toiletry kits. After doing some cleaning in the bathroom, he went out .

Looking at Jing Ji's stunned face in front of him, Ying Jiao's lips twitched slightly, and he was extremely glad that he didn't get along with those slackers in the morning.

Jing Ji still couldn't react, and looked at Ying Jiao blankly: "Why are you here?"

Ying Jiao threw half of the milk tea in his hand into the trash can, walked over and said, "It was too late last night, so I didn't go home." He raised his eyebrows and looked at Jing Ji: "Are you coming back to study early?"

Jing Ji lowered his eyelids: "Well."

Yingjiao smiled and didn't ask more.

"Have you eaten yet? Let's go together."

"I've eaten it." Jing Ji shook his head and refused, and wanted to say something else. Zheng Que, who had been waiting behind, trotted over: "Come on, come with us when you meet, you are alone anyway."

Zheng Que's nerves were as thick as Dinghai Shenzhen. He didn't know that he had accidentally hit Jing Ji's pain point, and he was still persuading with a smile: "Eat, eat more, what's the point of being alone, there are many people..."

"Don't you have something to go back?" Ying Jiao interrupted before he could finish the rest of the sentence.

Yingjiao smiled and looked at him: "Then go back first, don't worry about me."

Zheng Que's eyes widened: "When did I..."

"Yes, yes, let's accompany Lao Zheng. Brother Jiao, do it yourself." He Cong came up, covered Zheng Que's mouth with one hand, and dragged him back with the other.

Zheng Que was still struggling, trying to express the doubts in his heart, but he was kicked by Peng Chengcheng and silently left, and left miserably.

The annoying person was finally solved, Ying Jiao pressed the screen of his mobile phone to check the time, and said to Jing Ji, "The school hasn't opened yet, and you can't get in either. Come with me for a meal?"

He smiled, pointed at the backs of He Conge who were almost invisible, and shamelessly sold the miserable: "They are all gone, I don't really want to eat alone."

Jing Ji hesitated for a while, but nodded, "Okay."

Yingjiao chose a tea restaurant and wanted to order a few dishes at will, but when he thought of Jing Ji's habit of not having leftovers, he only ordered a platter of honey-sauce barbecued pork and roasted pork ribs, plus a garlic water spinach. After confirming that Jing Ji had really eaten it, he didn't order his portion, so that he couldn't eat it and put it into his stomach, so he only asked for a portion of Yangzhi nectar.

"Lao Liu and the others are going to grade papers at school today," Ying Jiao took a mouthful of keel soup and said to Jing Ji, "We might run into him when we go back."

The efficiency of the provincial experimental teachers is very high. After the exam is completed, it will definitely take no more than three days for the results to come out.

Within four days, the red list will be posted on the door of the teaching building, and all teachers and students who come in and out can see it.

Ying Jiao chuckled: "He must be very happy to see you working so hard now."

Jing Ji pursed his lower lip a little embarrassedly: "It's nothing, just study normally."

While the two were talking, Yang Zhi Ganlu brought it over, and Ying Jiao pushed the bowl to Jing Ji: "Yours."

Jing Ji was surprised: "I don't want it."

"It's alright, you've lost time to eat with me," Yingjiao pushed back again: "I don't know if you like it or not, so I'll just order it at will."

Jing Ji didn't want to take advantage of him again, but he was too tough to refuse, so he could only accept: "Thank you."

But in my heart, I was worried that this time I should have something for him.

Ying Jiao didn't know that Jing Ji was thinking about drawing a line with him, and said while eating: "Try it, how about it?"

Jing Ji picked up the spoon and gently dug a small mouth into his mouth.

The ingredients in this shop are very conscientious, the mangoes are sweet and rich, and the milky and fruity aromas are very strong. When you enter it, there is a hint of coolness, delicious and refreshing.

"It's delicious and sweet." Jing Ji swallowed the pulp in his mouth and replied.

Ying Jiao took a closer look at his expression and was relieved to see that he really liked it.

Jing Ji thanked him again: "Thank you."

"You're welcome." Ying Jiao chuckled, "You..."

As soon as the sentence started, the phone he placed on the table suddenly began to vibrate. Ying Jiao glanced down at the caller ID and cut off the call directly.

But there was no mercy on the other side, and he kept hitting this side, and he vowed to never give up if he didn't get through.

Ying Jiao put down his chopsticks and said to Jing Ji, "I'm going out to answer a call."

Jing Ji nodded, indicating that he was casual.

Yingjiao walked all the way to the door before pressing the answer button.

"Yingjiao, you bitch!" As soon as the call was connected, the people over there couldn't wait to start cursing: "Did you do it? Did you poke out my business?!"

Yingshengjun did well in the college entrance examination this year, and took a local 211. Let Father Ying change his dislike of him before. Not only did he find him a fiancée with a strong family background, but he also held an engagement banquet last month.

Ying Shengjun is very satisfied with his fiancée, who is authentic Bai Fumei, has a soft personality, and is especially suitable for being a wife.

But he did not inherit Ying father's business talent, but inherited his fascination.

Even if you have a fiancee, you still go out with girls. Change one every night, and it will not be the same every night.

He hid it well, his fiancee didn't find any clues, and he was getting better and better for him.

However, just a few days ago, photos of him and his sister entering and leaving nightclubs and hotels suddenly spread all over the sky. The school's forums, post bars, class groups, and even his fiancee's company did not escape.

In the photo, although the faces of the girls are blurred, his face is high-definition, so he can't even fool him.

His fiancee, who had a soft personality and had always been obedient to him, was uncharacteristically strong and wanted to break the engagement.

In the past few days, Ying Shengjun has been devastated. He was looked at with strange eyes from outside, and he had to be reprimanded by his father when he got home, and his life was extremely miserable.

He searched for several days, but could not find the perpetrator.

Now I have suddenly realized that, except Yingjiao, no one can do this kind of thing!

"You're courting death!" Ying Shengjun scolded and said cruelly: "Don't look at what you are! Do you think you can make a fool of me in front of my father by this method?! You are dreaming! I tell you Yingjiao, you Mom's dead but my mom's still..."

Yingjiao hung up the phone with a blank face, and pulled Yingshengjun's number into the blacklist.

He leaned against the wall, lowered his eyes indifferently, and the violent emotions in his heart kept accumulating, so much that he almost burst him.

Yingjiao's chest heaved violently. He tried his best to endure it. He took out a cigarette from his pocket and lit it. He took two hard breaths, and just barely suppressed those dark emotions.

Jing Ji waited in the booth for a long time before Ying Jiao came back.

There was a faint smell of tobacco on his body, and the expression on his face was no different from when he went out, but Jing Ji was very sensitive to people's emotions, and at a glance he could see that Ying Jiao was not in a good mood.

He had no intention of exploring other people's privacy, nor did he want to have a relationship with Ying Jiao La, but when he thought of the difficult time this person had unconsciously accompanied him last night, he hesitated for a while, and then asked, "What happened? "

"Huh?" Ying Jiao raised his head.

"Are you in a bad mood?" Jing Ji wasn't very good at comforting people, and there was no one who needed him to comfort him in the past. He racked his brains thinking about what to say, but in the end he just said dryly: "Is there anything you need me to help with? ?"

Ying Jiao was restless in his heart, he tried his best to maintain the calm on his face, not wanting to lose his temper in front of Jing Ji. When I heard his first sentence, I wanted to fool the past, but who knew that Jing Ci still had the following text.

"Yes." Ying Jiao put down his chopsticks, raised his lips and looked at Jing Ji: "It depends on whether you are willing?"

Jing Ji nodded immediately: "You said, as long as I can do it."

The Yangzhi nectar at hand is still slightly cool, just received Yingjiao's kind words, and simply made a ticket.

Ying Jiao chuckled, leaned lazily against the back of the chair, and looked straight at Jing Ji: "Come here, give me a hug."

Jing Ji was startled: "What?"

Yingjiao stood up, took two steps forward, and said casually, "Don't you do everything you can? I need to hug you now to ease my emotions."

Jing Ji glared at him and shrank back: "Don't make trouble!"

Seeing his appearance of avoiding him, Yingjiao smiled mockingly, and he didn't bother anymore, and turned around and said, "Let's go."

Jing Ji glanced at the leftover meal: "You won't eat it?"

Yingjiao hummed and stepped out the door.

Jing Ji hesitated for a moment, a little reluctant, but thinking of Ying Jiao's heavy eyes, he still didn't say anything, and walked out silently.

The business of this tea restaurant is good, and the owner is quite business-minded. There are stacks of beautifully packaged desserts at the front desk. Sometimes guests feel good after eating, and they will take a box with them when they check out.

At this time, Yingjiao had already taken the lead.

When passing the front desk, Jing Ji paused, took two steps forward, and finally turned back: "I want a box of mango crisps."

On the way back to school, Ying Jiao was extremely silent, he didn't tease Jing Ci or joke with him, and the two entered the dormitory without a word.

At the door of 301, Jing Ji stopped and stopped Ying Jiao who was still walking: "Wait."

Ying Jiao turned his head and looked at Jing Ji frivolously: "Why, do you miss me?"

Jing Ji ignored him, took two steps forward, and stuffed the box of mango crisps into his hands.

Yingjiao was stunned for a moment, and he was at a loss for words: "For... me?"

"Well." Jing Ji nodded, took out the key to open the door, and said, "You didn't have enough to eat at noon."

The mango crisp was just out of the oven, and the bottom of the box was still a little warm. Ying Jiao was holding the delicate box, and his heart was scalded.

Something burst out of the ground at this moment, and in the blink of an eye it grew into a small bud.

"You..." Yingjiao's Adam's apple rolled a few times, his voice was slightly hoarse, and he confirmed again: "Did you buy it for me on purpose?"

Jing Ji had already pushed open the door of the dormitory. Hearing that, he glanced at him and said calmly, "Well."

Yingjiao closed his eyes, held the dessert box tightly, felt his heart beating faster and faster, and cursed in his heart.

Jing Ji ignored him and was about to close the dormitory door when Ying Jiao suddenly reached out and blocked the door.

Jing Ji wondered: "Is there anything else?"

Yingjiao didn't enter his dormitory, only looked down at him slightly, and said with a chuckle, "I know now that you are telling the truth."

"what?"

"Yangzhi nectar at noon today," said Ying Jiao, "it's really sweet and delicious."

Jing Ji still didn't understand what he meant, and looked up at him with slightly wide eyes: "Ah? Why are you suddenly..."

Before he could finish speaking, a slender finger suddenly touched his lips.

"Suddenly your mouth is so sweet," Yingjiao's fingers rubbed slightly hard, and his voice was low and slightly hoarse: "Did you eat Yangzhi nectar?"

He licked his lips, his aggressive gaze fell on Jing Ji's lips, and he said meaningfully: "Next time, give it to me too."