Good Morning, Mr. President!

Female classmate?

Wen Yan's face changed several times.

"How do you know it's a female classmate?"

"I heard Master Jing talking to her today. Master Jing speaks softly to whom he usually talks to, but it's different from this girl. It's rare to see him like this when he chats about his eyes.

The servant said to herself, Wen Yan's face became increasingly ugly. Later, he didn't listen any more, but walked upstairs with a cold face.

That's great!

Don't look at what it looks like now, dare to run out and date!

upstairs.

Jing Rong was trying to get up, but only stood for a few seconds and fell back to bed fiercely. He was a little stubborn, and stood up again if he refused to accept it. There was a layer of cold sweat on his forehead and cheeks. Apparently it hurts so much, the blue tendons on his face are protruding.

The maid was a little unbearable, "Master Jing, don't force yourself. It's late today, let's go to bed early."

Then the words fell, Jing Rong's body fluttered, and he fell heavily to the ground.

Wen Yan's eyebrows frowned, and the cold color hit her eyebrows.

The maid was distressed and reached out to help, Wen Yanzhi chuckled coldly: "Don't worry about him! Let him get up!"

"Master Wen." The maid then found his presence and raised his head to say hello. Jing Rong noticed him just now. He wore a black shirt with three shirt buttons unbuttoned, lazily, revealing a large chest.

He leaned that way, leaned against the door, and looked down at him from top to bottom.

"What are you still doing?" Wen Yanzhi looked back at him, his eyes were cold. "You are not very patient, you can run out on a date, can't you stand up?"

Jing Rong felt that Wen Yanzhi was particularly inexplicable. He thought that nothing had made him unpleasant, but during this time, his performance was very strange. It seems that he is not pleasing to the eye, and he doesn't even want to be at the same table with him for breakfast.

Jing Rong ignored him, but just glanced at him slightly, trying to stand up. But because he couldn't exert much energy on his hands, he tried several times without success, instead he made himself embarrassed.

At the beginning, Wen Yan could still watch him toss himself hard — let the stinky kid go out on a date! Deserve to be tossed!

However, at the end, especially when the teenager's face turned pale, he began to feel a little flattered. Slowly let go of your arms. His face changed several times.

Damn it!

How did he feel that it was himself who was tossing?

In the end, he couldn't stand it anymore, and walked away with his long legs. Hand reaches for teenager.

Jing Rong just glanced lightly before he opened his face and never reached out. Instead, he bit his lip fiercely and wanted to work harder. Because of too much force, the teenager's beautiful lower lip was bitten and turned white.

Wen Yan's eyebrows jumped, how did that lip make him so bad?

He leaned down and grabbed the young man's waist with his strong arms. Under the eyes of the young man's disapproval, he easily lifted him from the ground.

"You leave me alone." Jing Rong stubbornly rejected his kindness.

"Shut your mouth!" Wen Yanzhi was also angry, and threw him on the bed. He was rude, not weak, and supported his hands on both sides of Jing Rong.

The two were suddenly close to each other, the light flowing down from the top and shining in the eyes of the teenager. The clean eyes were dazzled with fine diamonds.

He was dressed in a white nightgown, lying on a grey sheet, and his good-looking face looked more filthy.

Wen Yanzhi looked from top to bottom, for a while he felt that he couldn't open his eyes. This kid looks better than a woman!

The ghost was terrible, as if pulled by something, seduced, and he couldn't control himself and approached the boy. Seeing, the lips of two people are approaching ...

"What are you doing?" Jing Rong took the lead in returning, his face was cool and his eyes were fixed on him.

Even so, he was always calm and calm, as if he had just been kissed, which was not a big deal.

And the other side ...

Wen Yan's face has changed.

by!

He murmured as if he had awakened at first. What are you doing? !! And, there were servants staring at them!

To Shang Jingrong's always calm eyes, he could not help raising a sense of irritability. Feeling embarrassed and feeling guilty, he said angrily: "I lost an eyelash on your face, I will blow it off!"

As if to prove that he was telling the truth, he reached out to grab the eyelashes on the teenager's face. However, Jing Rong did not look away, avoiding his touch.

Faintly said: "No need."

Simple three words, but a lot of alienation and indifference in the tone. His touch was clear.

Wen Yanzhi's hands in the air froze.

A bad feeling of love sticking to cold **** grabbed him. His face also became cold, and with a hard hand, he supported himself.

The servants on the side looked at this picture, only secretly shocked. Before, they were just joking along Miss Wen Xue's words, just messing with YY. But now this scene ...

Too ambiguous!

No one can think without thinking!

"You go down first." Wen Yanzhi ordered the servant.

The servant nodded again and again, hurried out, and brought the door by the way.

In the room, only Jingrong and Wen Yan were left. Jing Rong also got up and sat on the bed, his hands tightened slightly, as if restraining something. His face was slightly drooping, and he could not see what his expression was at the moment.

"Are you going to date tomorrow?" Wen Yanzhi asked first.

Jing Rong rolled his throat and suddenly spoke heavyly, "I don't like men."

Wen Yan's eyebrow jumped suddenly. I don't know where the anger came from, and he was ignited. He didn't care that he was an inconvenient person at the moment, holding up the neckline of Jing Rong's nightgown, and screaming angrily: "What do you mean? I need you to talk more to emphasize like men?"

Compared to his loss of control, Jing Rong has always maintained a restrained attitude.

"You just ..."

"What happened to me just now?" Wen Yanzhi snatched his words away. "I just picked your eyelashes! Ha, don't you think I want to kiss you?"

Jing Rong looked at him, and asked coldly, "Aren't you?"

Wen Yanzhi feels like a clown just jumping in the eyes of a teenager. However, the restlessness in his heart made him really difficult to settle. He hated his calm look, which showed that he was the only one suffering in this period.

How does this work?

He grinned, raising his eyebrows badly, "You're right, I really want to kiss you!"

Jing Rong's face changed.

The next moment, he kept dragging the hand on his neckline with a clenching force, and he was dragged over and stuck to the man. Jing Rong wasn't just as cold as he was just now, looking cold, "Wen Yanzhi, how dare you!"

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