Chapter 115:

When Jing Huan woke up, it was snowing outside.
He lay sideways on the bed, covering the bedding to his shoulders, and glanced at the heavy curtains for a moment.
Xiang Huaizhi was holding him, his breathing sound was even, he should still be asleep.
Jing Huan propped himself up and drank the mineral water on the mouth table, then lay back and picked up his cell phone to read the news.
Last night was too freewheeling. Later, he forgot to go and lie with Gao Zixiang.
After pressing the button twice, he found that the phone was out of power. Jing Huan connected the charging cable. Within two minutes of waiting for the phone to turn on, he raised his hand to Huaizhi and put it on his waist again.
As soon as the phone was on, WeChat messages came in one by one.
Gao Zixiang: I am driving a live broadcast, and I am rewarding for mixed fashion ...
Gao Zixiang: The minute you appeared, the popularity of my live broadcast increased by several thousand.
Gao Zixiang: [Congratulations on getting rich, great luck]
The light on the phone was a bit dazzling. Jing Huan squinted his eyes and looked back and forth several times before finally understanding the meaning of the words.
He thought about the news he had sent to Gao Zixiang yesterday, his fingers froze.
happy everyday:?
Happy every day: What are you special ... wouldn't you say it early? !!
Gao Zixiang: No, you didn't give me a chance to say it.
Gao Zixiang: Besides, I thought you were going to a nightclub or something. Who can think of ...
Happy every day: [cutter] [smile]
Gao Zixiang: But rest assured, I got it over to my aunt. I told her on WeChat that you would stay with me at my house. My parents spend the New Year abroad this year.
Jing Huan's intention to kill was reduced by a few points.
Happy every day: My mother believed?
Gao Zixiang: Nonsense, don't look at who I am!
Jing Huan breathed a sigh of relief, let down his hanging heart, and instantly became lazy.
Compared to his last voice-changer accident, a word of show love was nothing in his eyes.
Jing Huan replied, "Dad didn't blame you, please kneel down", and tossed the phone lock screen to the side, trying to brew sleepiness again.
Suddenly, the arm hanging on the waist was a little heavy, and the boy's palm rested against his stomach, and asked with a dumb throat, "Are you hungry?"
Run out of sleep.
When Jing Huan woke up, his heart was beating, and he honestly said, "A little."
Xiang Huaizhi closed his eyes for a while and dangled his neck: "That's set for takeout."
It really snowed outside, and the takeaway took a while to arrive, and Huai Zhi casually put on a coat to take out the takeaway. Jing Huan lay on the meeting bed and ordered the red envelope received in WeChat this morning.
As soon as Xiang Huaizhi went out, Jing Huan got up from the bed, found the red envelope that Xiang Huaizhi had wrapped for him in his coat pocket, and took a picture. Then followed the public and sent a festive circle of friends.
The hotel's heating was sufficient. Jing Huan went into the bathroom barefoot, and when he saw himself in the mirror, he blushed instantly.
He couldn't help but rubbed the red scar on his neck. It hurt and couldn't rub off, but the color was a little darker.
Jing Huan's skin was white from an early age, and these marks looked particularly noticeable.
He gave up the treatment and decided to wear a turtleneck sweater when he went to the New Year tomorrow.
Xiang Huaizhi quickly took up the takeaway. As soon as he entered the room, he saw Jing Huan sitting on the bed with his legs sideways apart, looking down and wondering.
Xiang Huaizhi glanced at his leg, quickly retracted his eyes, put down the takeaway, and took a sip of mineral water that Jing Huan had drunk.
Jing Huan raised his head with a complex expression: "Brother, do you avenge me?"
Xiang Huaizhi: "?"
Jing Huan pointed at the mole on his leg.
A small patch of red around the mole was abrupt and ambiguous.
"Yes," said Xiang Huaizhi, "do you dare to send naked photos / photos in the future?"
Jing Huan froze for a while before reacting, refuting: "I took a photo of my thigh at that time, what kind of / photo ..."
Jing Huanguang was reminded of Xiang Huaizhi's eyes dropped yesterday, and repeatedly biting the picture here, he couldn't stand it.
Several times he was tortured, reaching out to push people away, and Xiang Huaizhi would lift his eyes to look at him, his eyes were not the same as usual, there was no indifference or tenderness, only the desire of an adult man. Sex. Sense.
Jing Huan felt that he was not saved. In the early morning, all the yellow waste was in his mind ...
He read the self-made Qingxin mantra a few times in his heart, picked up his clothes and set a random set on his head, and sat up to eat food with Huaizhi.
In the afternoon, the two went out to watch a New Year's card together.
The New Year's Eve is a fairy fight. Every movie has something to watch. Jing Huan has picked a comedy film, made by a famous director, and the content is full of fun and laughs. Jing Huan is in a good mood. A cinema flyer.
After getting on the bus, Jing Huan turned two pages: "Brother, are you free on the 17th?"
Xiang Huaizhi: "Yes, nothing will happen after the third day."
"Look at this together?" Jing Huan pointed to a suspense film on the poster.
"it is good."
Jing Huan turned to the back and suddenly lowered his head and smiled.
Xiang Huaizhi has opened the ticket purchase software, and leaned his head and asked, "What are you laughing at?"
"No, I think ... would you feel bored when you fell in love with me? Apart from movies or movies."
After Jing Huan said it, she seemed to be wrong, and quickly added a sentence, "The main thing is inexperience. After a long talk, I will take you to play a little bit more."
Wilder?
Xiang Huai thought for a moment, he was silent, and asked: "Insufficient experience? Haven't you talked about it before?"
"No." Jing Huan paused and asked curiously, "Did you talk?"
"No."
Jing Huan laughed. In fact, he didn't care whether Huaizhi had ever been in love with others. Lu Wenhao talked nonsense every day, saying that life without early love is incomplete.
But knowing that he is the first love to Huaizhi, he will still feel happy, nothing else, just pure happiness.
Jing Huan propped his elbow on the storage box in the middle of the car and made a move to the side of Xianghuai, saying, "OK, rest assured that you will give me your first love, and I will be nice to you."
Xiang Huaizhi heard itchy hair and laughed lightly, taking advantage of this posture, skimming his head and blocking his mouth.
In the evening, when Jing Huan came home, Jing Ma asked casually.
I don't know if he has practiced much in Huaizhi before. Jing Huan responded like a stream, with a natural expression. After returning to the room, he took a long breath and awarded himself an Oscar.
Jing Huan took a bath and changed into high-necked clothes.
Landing on Jiuxia, Jing Huan controlled the game characters to go to the martial arts, but was reminded that today's daily tasks have been completed.
[Friend] Love is what you eat: Is it you?
[Friend] Little Sweet King: Yeah 0.0
[Friend] Love is what you eat: why are you still using emoji? !!
[Friend] Xiaotianjing: I'm used to it ^ ▽ ^ What's wrong?
[Friend] Love is for you to eat: Do you kill the dart boss? I ran into an adventure, it was a ten-person book.
Jing Huan knew this boss, it was easy to kill and the reward was not high. However, killing ten dart bosses can trigger a turntable reward, and if you are lucky, you can transfer to good things.
[Friend] Xiaotianjing: Can I bring my brother's number?
[Friend] Love is what you eat: No. Unless you tell me what you were doing between 12:30 last night and 4 a.m.
[Friend] Xiaotianjing: ...?
[Friend] Love is for you to eat: It is known that your game is offline at 12:30, and you will do your daily work at God's 4 o'clock. Ask for the detailed process of the middle four hours.
"..."
Are women's instincts too scary, or are they too blatant?
That said, in the end, let Jing Huan bring Xiang Huaizhi's horn together.
[Friend] Love is for you to eat: This book has a single mission, and you want to assign it, can you gang yy?
Jing Huan returned a good sentence.
After seeing the people on the yy channel, Jing Huan frowned doubtfully.
Why are there several Wuji people in them?
Did the two gangs quarrel again?
As soon as Jing Huan jumped into the room, he heard that the people inside were chatting.
Surprisingly, two groups of people who greeted their parents were still killed on the Silk Road some time ago, but today their tone is unusually mild.
"Well, in order to listen to the story last night, I slept too late. This morning my mother was dragged to pay New Year's greetings, and my life was half off ..."
"Likewise, it's a good New Year. If it was a working day, wouldn't I have died in place."
"Well, I can sleep less, and melon can't help but eat." This is the voice of Mo Wengui.
Jing Huan asked, "What melon?"
Mo Wen is returning to play the game in full screen. I can't help frowning when I hear this voice.
A little familiar, but he couldn't remember who it was.
But anyone who can enter the locked room must be the person in the room. He said, "Xiangxiang and Xiaojingjing, were you last night?"
Jing Huan: "..."
Then he remembered that his voice changer didn't turn on.
Now that everyone knows, it is naturally impossible for him to speak with a female voice. He was quiet for a while before he said, "Not here, go to bed early. Can you talk?"
Mo Wen's energy of returning to the gossip came up again.
Do n’t ask to return: "Nothing, half-life and Yang Yu, you know? Promise help. Really know them to God, alas, tell us a lot of sweet entanglements in the three-dimensional view of God Xiaotianjing."
Jing Huan sneered.
He and Xiang Huaizhi's sweet entanglement, his two sons certainly did not know, just listened to a few stories to make up this group of people.
Don't ask to return: "In exchange, we also shared some things in the district."
Jing Huan: "What is it?"
"Just, you know. What arena events with sisters, events that show love to God, century luxury wedding events ..."
Jing Huan: "You remember quite clearly, must have said a lot last night?"
Mo Wen returned with a smile and proudly smiled: "Of course, they also gave me more than a thousand rose gifts! I suspect I was a storyteller in my life."
"Trusting Xiaotianjing their blessing, our two ganges got closer overnight."
"I'm going to give advice to the deputy and let her give a peace prize to Xiao Tianjing."
Mo Wen's return date was right, and the game page suddenly crashed-someone gave him a window vibration and he didn't stand by the broken computer.
"Fuck, the computer freezes, wait for me ... why aren't you talking?" Mo asked to return to the game skillfully to close the game process, and then thought of asking, "Yes, which one are you in?" The voice is a little ear Health, do n’t you often come to the gang yy?

As the process closed, the game interface suddenly disappeared, and the yy channel appeared in front of Mo Wen's return.
Yu Guang glanced at channel yy, then immediately sat still.
At this moment, there are only two people running on the yy channel, one is him, and the other is the yellow vest above him, followed by three words--
[Little Sweet King]
Don't ask to return: "..."
"Keep talking, why did you stop?" The green talking button on the front of Xiaotianjing's waistcoat lit up, and he kindly suggested, "You would say so, why not publish a book?"
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