Dressed as The School Grass’ Ex-boyfriend

The balcony of the winning home is connected to the living room, and it is equipped with a large sliding glass door.

This is the best time of the morning sun, and the bright light shines into the living room through the glass, showing everything inside clearly in front of us.

Jing Ji was lying half-lying and was pressed by Ying Jiao on the sofa, the hem of his clothes was rolled up, revealing a small section of his fair and thin waist.

It's not that he doesn't understand the meaning of winning arrogance, and he has promised it even more. But it's daytime, and it's still in the living room.

His face was flushed, his heart was beating wildly, barely keeping a trace of clarity, he tried to pull his hand out of Yingjiao's hand: "...No."

"What doesn't work?" Yingjiao lowered his head and kissed his neck lightly, his hot breath sprayed on his skin: "Jingshen, I find that you are getting harder and harder to serve now."

He chuckled: "Didn't you question it first? Let me prove it to you. What's wrong?"

Jing Ji's Adam's apple moved, and he swallowed dryly. He couldn't take it anymore after being tricked by Yingjiao. He just wanted to end this state as soon as possible: "I, I didn't."

"Then you mean that I bullied you?" Ying Jiao lightly grabbed Jing Ji's hair, forcing him to look up at himself, and said with a half-smile, "Really?"

Ying Jiao's voice was originally low, but now he was a little hoarse because he was infected with lust.

Breathing heavily, he turned his face, shook his head, and pulled his hand out again.

"Look at me." Ying Jiao squeezed his chin and turned his face. When Jing Ji raised his eyes, he deliberately pressed his hand on his belt.

"Want me to let you go?"

Jing Ji panicked in his heart and couldn't wait to nod his head.

"Say something nice." Ying Jiao stroked his face and collarbone, and said solemnly, "If you say something nice, I'll let you go."

Jing Ji's breath suffocated, his eyelashes trembled, and for a long while, he held back his shame and called out inaudibly, "Brother..."

The veins on Yingjiao's forehead jumped, and the bottom of his eyes were a little red.

He closed his eyes, used his arms, pulled Jing Ji up and pressed it on the back of the sofa, and kissed his side face and auricle hard: "It wasn't hard at first, but now you're **** it, what should I do?"

Jing Ji looked at him in disbelief, but he didn't expect that not only did he not keep his promises, but he also beat him up as a rogue.

Yingjiao gasped against his ear, and said hoarsely, "It's okay if you don't do it for me, then can I think of you when I do it myself?"

Why ask such a thing?

Jing Ji was red all over, and was about to burn.

But Yingjiao is still pressing step by step: "Can you?"

Jing Ji gritted his teeth, and finally spit out a word: "Can..."

Yingjiao chuckled and kissed his earlobe rewardingly: "I think of you for me..." He whispered a few explicit words: "Alright?"

Jing Ji couldn't take it anymore, so he buried his head in his neck and didn't speak.

Ying Jiao reached out and touched his hair and the back of his neck: "What do you mean by not speaking? Disagree?" He held Jing Ji's hand and raised it, lowered his eyes and said thoughtfully: "Then I still think your hand... …”

Jing Ji completely collapsed: "...OK."

He closed his eyes, went out of his way, and whispered, "You...you can do anything."

These words completely ignited the fire in Ying Jiao's heart. He rubbed Jing Ji's waist twice, then restrained and let him go, got up and went to the bathroom.

Jing Ji raised an arm to cover his face, and leaned against the sofa quietly for a while. He suddenly stood up, walked to the refrigerator, opened the door, and plunged in.

This time, something changed quietly between the two of them after they almost went off the hook on the sofa.

Occasionally inadvertently glanced at each other, sparks seemed to be flashing in the air.

That's it, a few days later. The day before Jing Ji's birthday, Yingjiao went out again.

"It's about the cafe where we often go to buy milk tea." He Conge said to Yingjiao: "He just sent me a WeChat message saying that it has arrived."

Yingjiao nodded to show that he knew.

This morning, he got the real estate certificate that had become Jing Ji's name.

But if you want to relocate your hukou, you need a real estate certificate only, you also need the hukou book of your origin.

It was definitely impossible to start from Jing's father, so Ying Jiao set his sights on Jing Miao.

After a few people arrived at the cafe, they saw Jing Miao in the most conspicuous place.

As soon as he saw Yingjiao and the others, Jingmiao stood up immediately and greeted them one by one crampedly.

Yingjiao pulled out the chair and sat down opposite him, too lazy to deal with him, and straight to the point: "Where's the stuff?"

Jing Miao turned around, took out a household registration book from her schoolbag, and pushed it to Yingjiao.

Yesterday, when He Conge contacted him and asked him to secretly bring his family's household registration book, Jing Miao not only did not reluctantly, on the contrary, he was very happy.

Recently, his father quit his job and stayed at home. He stared at him every day to study when he had nothing to do, and kept saying how good Jing Ji was, and asked him to follow him.

Jing Miao was keenly aware that the person his father valued more than him now was Jing Ji.

This made him very flustered.

Yes, Jing Ji is unwilling to go home now. But after all, there is a blood relationship, what if he changes his mind one day?

Will there still be a place for him in this house by then?

So after listening to He Conge's request, Jing Miao agreed without saying a word.

Jing Ji quietly moved his household registration out, and as soon as he came, he was no longer part of their family. Second, when his dad finds out later, he will definitely have a knot in Jing Ji, and there is no possibility of repairing the relationship between them.

Yingjiao opened the account book and flipped through it. After confirming that there was nothing wrong, he put it in his pocket: "I'll contact you when I run out."

Jing Miao nodded quickly.

The goal was achieved, Yingjiao didn't want to waste any more time, and left the cafe before finishing a cup of milk tea.

"Thanks," he threw the cigarette in his pocket to Zheng Que, and said to several people, "Come to the house for dinner another day. If you want to eat, please email me in advance, and then I will let my aunt do it."

"Okay!" He Conge couldn't wait to say: "It doesn't matter anything else, just have more meat."

Zheng Que took out a cigarette and dipped it, and asked him, "Brother Jiao, we are going to Happy Valley tomorrow, are you going?"

"Don't go, I have something to do, you guys can play." Yingjiao pressed the screen to check the time, and said, "I'll go back first."

He waved for a taxi and got into the car.

He Conge looked at his back and sighed: "Brother Jiao is a bit saucy, but he really has nothing to say to Brother Ci."

Zheng Que nodded: "I've never seen him care so much about anyone."

He Conge smiled and said gloatingly: "Can't you see Brother Xinci? I heard that all those who want to pursue Brother Ci are lined up outside the school gate."

"That's right." Zheng Que laughed, and left with He Conge shoulder to shoulder.

The next day was Jing Ji's birthday.

Jing Ji had never been a birthday before. It was a holiday, and there was nothing to celebrate.

In addition, he hasn't adapted to the change of birth date from February 19th to January 31st, so when Yingjiao took out his birthday present, he was stunned.

"what is this?"

"Happy birthday." Ying Jiao looked at him tenderly: "Open it and see if you like it?"

This is the first time Jing Ji has received a birthday present, and it was given by someone he likes. He was holding the small gift box, and carefully and lightly, he could no longer lift the lid of the box lightly.

In a box wrapped in white silk cloth, there are two black bracelets woven with thick ropes.

Inlaid with different light gold metal patterns, one resembles a steering wheel and the other looks like a sword.

"The rudder and the anchor." Ying Jiao explained to him from the side: "The anchor is yours, and the rudder is mine."

Saying that, he took Jing Ji's hand, put the bracelet on his wrist, and buckled it gently: "It's beautiful."

Jing Ji raised his hand and looked at the pattern on his wrist without blinking. Then, he found a small line of lettering on the front of the anchor——

J≡C

If it was someone else, they would definitely think that the word "three" was in the middle of the two letters, but Jing Ji suddenly looked up at Yingjiao: "Heng equals?"

Ying Jiao nodded with a smile, he knew that Jing Ji would understand.

Identity, a symbol on a high number, means that no matter how the variable changes, the left and right sides of the identity sign will always be the same.

Jing Ji's throat was choked, and he understood what Ying Jiao wanted to say to him.

No matter what happens outside, their relationship will never change.

"Come on," Ying Jiao reached out to Jing Ji and said with a chuckle, "Put it on for me too."

Jing Ji's fingertips trembled, and he clenched his fist. Almost devoutly, he picked up another bracelet and put it on Yingjiao's wrist.

The two wrists were attached side by side.

One anchor and one rudder, one is J≡C and one is C≡J.

"I..." Jing Ji put his forehead on Ying Jiao's shoulder, suppressing the turbulent emotions in his heart: "I like it very much, especially."

Ying Jiao gently stroked his hair, bowed his head and kissed the top of his hair: "That's good."

The two hugged quietly for a while, and Jing Ji suddenly said, "Ying Jiao."

"Um?"

"Why... mine is the anchor and yours is the rudder?"

Ying Jiao tightened his arms around him, almost embed him in his arms. His Adam's apple trembled, and his voice was slightly hoarse when he spoke again: "I think..."

I want to tell you.

He took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down: "The anchor looks better."

No matter where you go in the future, what kind of world it is, I will find you.

As long as you wait in place, I will definitely ride the wind and waves.

"Oh."

"Also," Ying Jiao let go of Jing Ji, opened the drawer of the desk, took out two small notebooks and handed it to Jing Ji: "Here."

Jing Ji wondered: "Is it also a birthday present?"

Ying Jiao smiled and shook his head: "This is a coming of age ceremony."

When Jing Ji opened it and looked at it, he was stunned.

Two books, the red one is the real estate certificate, and his name is written in it. The other dark brown one is the account book of the Jing family.

Yingjiao lightly held his hand and said softly, "Congratulations on becoming an adult, standing up for yourself and no longer being restrained."

The author has something to say: the property right certificate is not coming down so fast, the plot needs it, let's watch it as an overhead~