Dressed as The School Grass’ Ex-boyfriend

The buffet that He Congee said was on the second floor of a five-star hotel was exactly the same as the buffet in other hotels, nothing special. The only advantage is that there are fewer people, so you don't have to queue for anything.

When Jing Ji and Ying Jiao arrived, He Congee and the others set half the table.

Seeing the two of them, He Conge couldn't help but complain: "You guys are too slow, why do you have to put on makeup and sunscreen before going out?"

The waiter brought two hot towels at the right time, and Ying Jiao slowly wiped his hands while saying, "traffic jam."

"Theoretically it shouldn't." He Cong retorted subconsciously: "This time is not the rush hour."

Yingjiao put down the towel and snorted: "Theoretically, the national football team can still win the World Cup."

He ignored the porridge, stood up and pulled Jing Qi to the dining area: "Let's go, take the food."

Ying Jiao's short body took two plates from below, handed one to Jing Ji, and asked him, "Salmon or king crab?"

Jing Ji put two lobsters on the plate and shook his head: "No."

Yingjiao smiled, didn't force him, just took his share. He found out early that Jing Ji was not very interested in seafood, he liked fish and shrimp a little, and he basically didn't touch other things such as mussels and crabs.

The two picked and picked, took a few more plates of meat and fruit, took the drinks, and then sat down to eat.

At the dining table, no one mentioned about Father Jing. Zheng Que stuffed a piece of chicken into his mouth, raised his head and said to Yingjiao, "Brother Jiao, are you still going out this winter vacation?"

It is probably a habit developed by running in China and the UK when I was a child. Yingjiao likes to travel very much and often goes out to play during the holidays.

"No." Ying Jiao flexibly used a fork to pick the lobster meat out of the shell and put it in the Jingji bowl, without raising his head: "I don't have time."

Zheng Que didn't understand: "It's more than a month's leave, what are you busy with?"

Yingjiao hooked his lips and smiled, with pride and show in his tone: "Dating in love and studying."

Zheng Que: "..."

He Porridge forked a piece of lamb chop, and rolled his eyes at him while biting: "Have a good meal, can you stop talking nonsense?"

Yingjiao lifted his eyelids and glanced at him: "I already have a boyfriend, what's wrong with saying two rude words?"

He Conge couldn't bear it anymore and turned to Jing Ji: "Brother Ci, can you take care of him?"

Jing Ji's ears were a little red, he pushed the salmon that Ying Jiao liked in front of him, lowered his eyes and said, "Let's eat."

"Okay, eat." Yingjiao immediately put away his anger, picked up a piece of salmon, dipped it in some soy sauce, and put it in his mouth.

Other dishes in this buffet can only be said to be average, and the roast lamb chops alone are a must. Lamb chops are French chops, with very little fat, but they are rare and not woody, and they are fragrant and tender. Because it is freshly roasted, the meat is still very hot, and there is no smell of mutton.

Jing Ji liked it very much and ate two pieces in a row.

Yingjiao calmly wrote down his preferences, watched the time he put the bones into the trash, and reached out to fork the last lamb chop on the plate.

Coincidentally, He Congee also made the same action at the same time.

He Porridge held down the lamb chop and tried desperately to his side: "Brother Jiao, don't brag, I'm one second faster than you, so this piece is mine."

"Oh." Yingjiao said lightly, "Eating so much meat, do you have a sumo match at night?"

Taking advantage of He Porridge's stunned time, he used a force in his hand to successfully fork the lamb chops and put it on Jing Ji's plate: "Eat it, leave him alone."

"Yingjiao! You bastard!" He Conge stood up angrily, holding a fork and was about to come over to fight Yingjiao: "Who do you think is going to the sumo competition?!"

He was big, and suddenly he didn't care about it. He knocked the plate next to the roasted chicken with herbs crooked, and a piece of greasy chicken clacked and fell to the ground while wiping Yingjiao's trousers.

Yingjiao's brows furrowed suddenly.

He has no cleanliness, but just hates the feeling of food on his body.

"I'm going to the bathroom." He took the tissue handed by Jing Ci and wiped it twice, but still felt uncomfortable, got up and walked out after saying a word.

"No, Brother Ci. With his stinky problems, how can you bear him?" He Porridge still remembered the hatred of lamb chops, and while Yingjiao was not around, Jiner gave him eye drops in front of Jing Ji.

He broke his fingers and counted Jing Ji in the same way: "No one else is allowed to wear his clothes, no one can touch his bed, and he can't stand the greasy smell... Simply, I can't live with him anyway."

Jing Ji was startled: "Can't his clothes touch the bed?"

"Yeah." Zheng Que grabbed the mutton skewer in his hand, and said while eating, "Brother Ci, don't you know? Then he's doing a good job of covering it up in front of you."

"The year before last, I forgot whether it was autumn or winter." Zheng Que recalled: "We were playing on the playground, and a girl who had a crush on him secretly wore the school uniform he took off. He didn't say anything in person, and then threw the clothes away. ."

Peng Chengcheng interjected: "he doesn't wear other people's clothes either."

He Conge nodded fiercely: "Yes, yes, so we don't go to the bedroom when we go to his house to play."

Jing Ji lowered his eyes, kept holding his fork, and did not move for a long time.

He has used Yingjiao's bathroom, worn his clothes, and slept in his bed.

In the past, he always thought that this was a trivial matter that could not be more common. Unexpectedly, these are the privileges that Yingjiao only gave him.

Jing Ji's chest was hot.

It turned out that for Yingjiao, he was special. It's always been that way from before the relationship to now.

In the next time, Ying Jiao always felt that Jing Ji looked at him wrong, but he couldn't tell what was wrong. Just seeing him like this made him really want to kiss him.

Yingjiao thought about it for a long time but couldn't understand it, and finally attributed the reason to the hallucination that he had eaten too much raw oysters, which caused the yang energy in his body to condense and not dissipate.

After eating, He Conge and the others went to Yingjiao's house in Cen Yuewan to play games. Yingjiao refused their invitation and was going to go home with Jing Ji to do their homework.

He originally wanted to take a taxi back like when he came, but Jing Ji didn't listen to him this time.

"We're not in a hurry anymore, let's take the subway back." Jing Ji took out his mobile phone and showed Ying Jiao: "The subway entrance is on the other side of the ancient city, very close."

It's less than ten yuan for two people to take the subway, but it costs more than thirty to take a taxi.

"Okay." Yingjiao nodded: "I'll follow you."

The two entered the ancient city according to the guidance of the navigation.

It is said to be an ancient city, but it is actually a commercial street. It is past the lunch hour, and the office workers have all gone to sleep. It is quiet inside, and there are not many people.

Jing Ji and Ying Jiao crossed the main road and were about to turn right when a laughing voice suddenly sounded behind them: "Look, who is this? Where are you going?"

Ying Shengjun came up from behind with five or six people, and looked at Ying Jiao sideways: "Why do you have such a back now, your eyes are dirty when you go out."

Yingjiao took a step forward, blocked Jing Ji behind him, and sneered: "If it's dirty, dig it up."

He raised his eyebrows at Ying Shengjun, and said lightly: "Oh, no, the blood on your body is dirty, you have to go to the crematorium for a walk."

"You!" Ying Shengjun was engaged by Ying Jiao, and he had been holding his breath for a long time, but now he was mocked about his life experience again, and the fire suddenly came up.

He snorted coldly and said viciously, "You're not dirty! So what? It's not like you can't even go home."

Yingjiao took the initiative to move out the winner, only Ying's father knew. Both Ying Shengjun and Ye Lili thought he was kicked out by Ying's father, and they often made fun of this.

Yingjiao didn't care at all. He put one hand in his pocket and said lazily, "So you still feel pretty proud of living in a cesspool every day?"

When Yingshengjun got a mouthful of old blood stuck in his throat, his choked face turned red.

"Why don't you try again?" A red-haired man pointed at Yingjiao with his finger, and said viciously, "Idiot, I'll let you stand up and go back sideways today."

Yingshengjun looked at Yingjiao maliciously, and took a step forward following Hongmao's words.

Of course he wouldn't dare to face Yingjiao alone, but now there are six or seven of them. On the other hand, on Yingjiao's side, there are only two people, one is still a little white face who is too thin, and it is useless at first glance.

When it comes to fighting, Ying Jiao has never been afraid of anyone, he is just afraid of involving Jing Ci.

"You find a shop to hide first." Ying Jiao tilted his head to look at Jing Ji and said softly, "I'll find you when I'm done."

Seeing that he didn't move, Yingjiao said again: "Be obedient, but I will be distracted when you are here."

Jing Ji raised his eyes and glanced at Ying Shengjun's group, nodded, didn't stop, and walked straight towards a restaurant.

Yingjiao watched him walk into the store, and then took his eyes back.

Yingshengjun didn't care about Jingci at all, what he wanted to fix was Yingjiao. He was still worrying about how to meet Yingjiao, but who would have thought that he would meet him here by chance, and he would be sorry for God's preference if he didn't beat him up!

A man in black came up, looked Yingjiao up and down, and asked Yingshengjun, "Is he your cheap brother who died?"

Yingshengjun made a "hmm" sound.

Yingjiao's eyes slowly moved to him, and his eyes were instantly stained with anger. He walked over without saying a word, and raised his leg against the stomach of the black suit.

He was not prepared for his sudden action, screamed in agony, and fell heavily to the ground.

When Yingshengjun and his gang saw their friend being beaten, they rushed up cursingly and wanted to besiege Yingjiao. At this moment, a large piece of viscous pale yellow liquid fell from the sky, covering their faces and covering their faces.

With a large bucket of peanut oil in his hand, Jing Ji stood in front of Ying Jiao expressionlessly, and poured them on them at a precise and cunning angle.

"Fuck you!" The oil on Ying Shengjun's chin kept dripping down, his eyelashes were all glued together, and his eyes almost couldn't open. He reached out and wiped his face, poohed twice, goosebumps all over his body, he gritted his teeth and turned to Jing Ji: "Are you courting death?"

He raised his hand and wanted to come over to fight Jing Ji, but who knew that just after taking a step, his foot suddenly slipped and hit Hong Mao heavily.

The ground was full of oil, which was already slippery, and the red-haired feet could not exert any strength. Being hit by Yingshengjun like this, he couldn't stabilize his body at all, and with Yingshengjun, he fell to the ground in embarrassment.

This time, the two of them seemed to be soaked in a frying pan, and their whole body was immersed in the oil.

Several other people were also thrown out by Jing Ji, and they walked towards him with red eyes and gritted teeth: "You don't want your special hand anymore, do you?"

Jing Ji's expression remained unchanged, he put the empty oil drum down, took out a lighter from his pocket, and said coldly, "Come here again, and I'll set it on fire."

One of them laughed: "Who are you scaring? I don't believe it..."

Before he could finish a sentence, he saw Jing Ji suddenly open the lid of the lighter and start the fire.

Pale yellow with a circle of blue flames, beating strangely in the air, looks chilling.

Jing Ji held the flame and took two steps forward, his voice was flat and did not fluctuate at all: "It's a big deal to die together."

Horizontally afraid of being stunned, stunned for fear of dying.

Several people were so frightened that they retreated again and again, and even Yingshengjun and Hongmao, who were lying on the ground, got up with their hands and feet, and scrambled to run back.

Damn, they just wanted to fight, who would have thought that they would encounter a lunatic!

Ying Shengjun was right, his younger brother is crazy, and so are the friends around him!

Almost in the blink of an eye, Ying Shengjun and his group disappeared into the ancient city, leaving only a string of oily footprints.

Jing Ji breathed a sigh of relief and put down the lighter.

Ying Jiao looked at him with complex eyes: "You don't have to do this, I can take care of them."

He was gifted at fighting from an early age, especially after a lap in the military camp. In the past, when he was in conflict with others, it was him who stood in front of others, and his friends were used to it. Anyway, he's great.

This was the first time that someone had guarded him in the first step.

His Jing Ji, obviously can't fight, obviously hates hands, but when someone provokes, he still rushes in front of him without hesitation.

"That doesn't work either." Jing Ci pursed his lower lip, and picked up the oil drum with a short body: "It's one thing for you to beat them, and it's another thing for them to attack you in front of me."

For him, Yingjiao is also special. No one can beat his head, and no one can beat arrogance.

He couldn't watch Yingjiao get hurt, not even a scratch or a mark.

Afraid that Yingjiao would feel that he was cruel, Jing Ji walked over and explained to him in a low voice: "Rape oil is not gasoline, it has a very high ignition point. The flame is so small, it is winter again, and nothing will happen."

He looked at Ying Jiao embarrassedly, and his cheeks were a little red: "I... I just scare them, but I didn't expect them to believe it. It looks like they didn't learn chemistry well."

Yingjiao took a deep breath, resisted the urge to kiss him fiercely, and pulled him into his arms.

It is said that falling in love is easy, but staying together is difficult. Because the longer two people are together, the more flaws they expose to each other.

However, Jing Ji is like a small treasure, and every time, he can dig out different treasures from it. So that every day, he loves him more than the day before.

With infinite tenderness in Ying Jiao's heart, Jing Ji suddenly reached out and pushed him: "Ying Jiao."

"What's the matter, baby?"

Jing Ji whispered: "Let's borrow some tools to wipe the oil off the ground?"

Win arrogant: "..."

"Otherwise it would be too much trouble for others."

Ying Jiao laughed lowly, yes, that's what Jing Ji is like.

Never cut the queue when eating, if you want to drink hot water in winter, you have to wait for the girls to pick it up before you go, and you must pay back what you owe others...

How could he be so good.

Ying Jiao lowered his head and kissed his hair softly, "Okay."

"Also... I was in a hurry to get the oil, and I didn't give the money..."

"Okay, I'll pay."

"The lighter must also be returned to others."

"Well, I'll pay it back."

"Next time... Next time that person comes looking for trouble, you call me. After this time, he must be very afraid of me."

"Okay, I'll listen to you."

The author has something to say: small theater, win arrogance: Jing Ji may have grown up eating aphrodisiac bibimbap...