bad kid

Chapter 45

A few days ago, Yan Minghua led the graduating class in a daze. Last night, he drank too much wine on a whim. This sleep was extremely sweet, and he didn't wake up until the next morning.

When he woke up, he found that Ruan Zhimu was covered with injuries, his forehead was broken, his mouth was bruised, his side neck was bruised, and he was walking with a limp. He was shocked.

"When I went out yesterday, I was robbed by someone, and I caught up with the gangster and had a fight, that's it," Ruan Zhimu said lightly, "It's okay, but the wound looks scary, and it doesn't hurt much."

Yan Minghua raised his eyebrows, pulled him to sit down, carefully inspected his wounds, and confirmed that the wounds had been well bandaged and given medicine.

After confirming, he scolded him for being too impulsive, thinking that he was a superhero, and should run quickly when he meets a gangster, because no one would take the initiative to catch up.

Ruan Zhimu was scolded by him, but his heart was warm.

He knew that Yan Minghua really cared about him, so he scolded him like this.

When he was in high school, he refused to accept money from his parents. Yan Minghua knew some inside information and took extra care of him. If the family cooked too much food, bought too many snacks and bread, he would give him a share in private.

Afraid that his self-esteem would be hurt, Yan Minghua would find all kinds of excuses, "You took the first place in the exam this time, and this down jacket is the No. ", "Your teacher's mother has made too many meatballs and can't finish them. Please help me consume them, otherwise it will be a waste if they are broken."

He secretly went to work illegally, but was discovered by his boss and kicked him out. He refused to pay him wages on the grounds that he lied, and wanted to take the opportunity to lose the wages.

Yan Minghua found out, and brought his graduated students from the mixed society to the door. He threw Article 60 and eight of the "Law on the Protection of Minors" in front of the other party, threatening to call the police.

Ruan Zhimu has never enjoyed the love of his parents. Yan Minghua is about the same age as his parents. He is strict and at the same time genuinely cares and loves him. Subconsciously, he has always regarded Yan Minghua as a close elder.

From Yan Minghua, he could experience a feeling similar to fatherly love.

This is why, although he himself is not rich, he accepted Yan Yue without hesitation.

Yan Minghua only took half a day off and was going back to school in the afternoon.

Ruan Zhimu and Yan Yue sent him to the entrance of the train station, and Yan Minghua waved them back: "You guys are about to start school, go back and rest well. Especially Yan Yue, the third year of high school is the most critical year, take care of yourself Kao, don't lose face to our old Yan family."

Yan Yue: "Didn't the face of the old Yan's family be wiped out by me a long time ago?"

Yan Minghua waved his fist: "It's itchy again, isn't it?"

Yan Yue: "Don't have any unrealistic expectations of me, otherwise the defense will be broken again at that time, and the face of the old Yan family will depend entirely on Yueyue."

Yueyue is Yan Minghua's daughter, Yan Xinyue. She is a few years younger than Yan Yue. She is in the third year of junior high this year. She is a smart little girl who wins prizes in the city's math competitions and composition competitions every year.

Yan Minghua scolded with a smile: "She has to earn face, and you have to earn too! If you don't steam the steamed buns to win, I will whip anyone who dares to spoil them, and no one will be left behind."

Passing the steps, Ruan Zhimu didn't pay attention, his foot was sprained, his knee was hurt, he couldn't support his body, and he was about to fall.

Yan Yue immediately put his arms around his waist.

The two were facing each other, very close to each other, their arms and chests were pressed together, and their breaths were intertwined. Because Ruan Zhimu was thin, almost his whole body was held in Yan Yue's arms.

Yan Yue said softly: "I told you everything, if you can't stand still, hug my arm and refuse to listen."

Ruan Zhimu muttered: "I'm not disabled anymore."

"If you fall a few more times, it's not impossible to be disabled," Yan Yue said, "I'm always stubborn about such insignificant things... No wonder I'm getting more and more stupid."

Ruan Zhimu was so angry that he pinched his arm.

Yan Minghua watched them quarreling cheerfully.

He knew that the two had a good relationship, so although he vaguely felt that the two were acting too intimately, he didn't take it seriously. It's normal for boys to fight each other.

Ruan Zhimu, on the other hand, noticed that Yan Minghua's eyes fell on the hand that was twisting Yan Yue's arm, he hesitated for a moment, and then withdrew his hand.

Until watching Yan Minghua enter the station, he kept a certain distance from Yan Yue and stopped fighting.

Yan Yue pulled his face: "Why are you so far away from me? I have nails growing on my body?"

"It's nothing." He came back to his senses, and wanted to remind Yan Yue to avoid suspicion in front of outsiders, but after thinking about it, Yan Yue probably wouldn't take it to heart, so he swallowed the words, "...Go home."

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Yan Yue asked him: "It was my birthday yesterday, and you didn't say anything?"

He has held back these words for a day.

Yan Minghua sent a birthday present last night, and his mother asked Yan Minghua to forward it on his behalf. Even Baichuan's game console courier arrived. He waited all night, refusing to look down and ask, just wanting Ruan Zhimu to tell him.

Of course, such things as gifts cannot be offered by the birthday star himself.

What's the point of asking for it.

But after waiting for a day and a night, Ruan Zhimu didn't express anything.

He was a little angry, and didn't believe that Ruan Zhimu had really forgotten, and finally couldn't hold back, and asked.

At this time they had just arrived home, and Ruan Zhimu was changing shoes at the entrance.

Ruan Zhimu paused for a moment, staring at the ground: "Gifts...of course there are, but it will take a little time...on the way."

Yan Yue raised his eyebrows and looked at him suspiciously.

Ruan Zhimu said to him from left to right: "You received so many presents yesterday, and it was too late to open them. Do you still miss me? You are indispensable."

"Ruan Zhimu," Yan Yue suddenly called out his full name, "Do you know that your voice trembles every time you lie."

Ruan Zhimu: "..."

Yan Yue: "If you refuse to take it out, I will search it myself."

Without warning, he held his waist with both hands, eagerly poking into the hem of the pea green T-shirt, fingertips lingering on the soft flesh and bones, as if tickling, but also stroking the flexible waist.

Ruan Zhimu's cheeks were hot.

He grabbed his hand and stopped urgently: "I'll take it, I'll take it!...Fuck, don't touch it..."

Ruan Zhimu had no choice but to take the box out of the room.

It was a boxy dark blue box, in the style of a common gift box, tied with a wide bright white ribbon in the shape of a cross.

If you lose face, you can lose face, Ruan Zhimu thought to himself, and handed over the gift box.

Yan Yue opened the box, saw the contents clearly, and fell silent.

Ruan Zhimu bit the bullet and said: "Because I don't know what you like, I bought some here and there. I think everything is suitable for you, but then I think it may not be formal enough..."

What was contained in the gift box was a set of "Five-Year College Entrance Examination and Three-Year Simulation", a blue and white Gundam model, a shoulder and neck pillow, and even a yogurt sandwich fudge.

"May [-], it's because you will take the college entrance examination next year, and I urge you to study more."

"Gunpla, you mentioned it once before. It's hard to buy this model. It takes a long time to wait for the goods. If you have money, you can't get it right away. I squatted in the online store for more than a month and sent hundreds of dollars to the owner. The red envelope, they agreed to leave it to me... I just got it a few days ago."

"Shoulder and neck pillow, because you always keep your head down while doing homework, thinking about making you more comfortable."

"The sandwich candy was given away when I bought the pillow..."

"Actually, there are still a few coats and a pair of sneakers on the way..."

When Ruan Zhimu spoke, his voice became smaller and smaller, almost inaudible.

Compared with the full-featured SLR camera, the meaningful long-life lock, and the practical game console, these things are really not enough.

It's also packed in a big box, like a child's toy box for toys.

Yan Yue doesn't lack for anything, this kind of person's gift is the most difficult to give, because it's hard to step on what he likes.

Ruan Zhimu is like a squirrel hiding pine cones, searching here and there, finding each one is very suitable for Yan Yue, but none of them seem to be so suitable as a gift.

Hesitant to save so much.

Yan Yue: "It's fine if you know you're sorry."

Ruan Zhimu's heart sank.

Gan, I really didn't like it.

Looks like it can only be re-purchased.

He wanted to take the gift box back, but he dragged it, but didn't.

Ruan Zhimu: "?"

Yan Yue put the gift box in his arms: "I'll accept these first, and you can fill up the rest slowly."

Ruan Zhimu: "..."

He now has a much deeper understanding of Yan Yue than a year ago, and he knows that his behavior doesn't mean that he doesn't like it, but that he has a bad stomach, deliberately teasing him, wanting to see him anxious or angry.

Childish male high school students.

whispering sound.

Ruan Zhimu was speechless: "What do you want, just say it, I can't guess."

Yan Yue: "You will give me whatever I want?"

Ruan Zhimu was very vigilant: "It's too expensive, I still want to buy a house."

With one leg bent, Yan Yue leaned lazily on the door frame of the bathroom: "Then if I say, I want you."

It was four o'clock in the afternoon, and the yellowish sunlight came in through the kitchen window, casting a faint gray shadow behind the two of them.

Yan Yue leaned against the door frame, half of his face was bathed in the warm sunshine, and half of his face was hidden in the shadows, so he couldn't see his expression clearly.

His eyes are dark and bright, like black agate, even with sunlight as a contrast, they can still attract people's minds in the first place.

Ruan Zhimu: "Didn't we already..."

"We're already dating, I know," Yan Yue stared at him intently, "but I don't feel the truth at all, you will keep a distance from me outside, although you will joke with me as usual, watch me laugh , but these are not exclusive to lovers."

"—We haven't even kissed yet."

Yan Yue originally wanted to kiss him last night, but because of the wound on the corner of his mouth, he finally kissed his forehead lightly.

A taste of it is more exciting than never trying it.

It’s like a person who has never seen a bustling city, if he stays in a poor mountain village all his life, it’s fine; but once he sees the city’s eccentricity and prosperity, he will always think about it in his heart, always want to go further, and feel Deeper.

Ruan Zhimu's lips are his "mirage".

I can see that I can't kiss, so I feel more and more itchy.

Yan Yue stared at the wound on the corner of his lip, and said softly, "Does it still hurt?"

The self-healing function of the human body is very strong. It has been a day, so the pain should not be too much.

Ruan Zhimu blinked, suddenly wanting to laugh.

Yan Yue's appearance was pitiful, with persevering beads of sweat on his forehead, he really looked like a wolf cub who hadn't eaten enough.

Ruan Zhimu: "Didn't you have enough for lunch?"

Yan Yue: "Yes."

Ruan Zhimu took a step forward, scratched his chin with his fingers, and looked into his eyes provocatively: "Then if——I just don't give you food, what can you do?"

It feels really cool to handle Yan Yue.

Such a little demon king who is usually generous and never listens to anyone's preaching, is now obediently held in his palm, making him go east and dare not go west, and ask him to raise his head and dare not bow his head.

Ruan Zhimu was so refreshed from head to toe that every pore in his body opened up.

In the next second, he paid the price for his arrogance.

Yan Yue pressed him against the wall with his backhand, turned his head, raised his elegant and smooth jaw line, and kissed him hard.

It was a very dry kiss, the lips were pressed together, the necks were entwined, and the skin was scorching hot, as if rubbing sparks.

Yan Yue's chest pressed against his chest, not giving him any chance to escape, holding his buttocks through his jeans with both hands, and rubbing him viciously into his arms.

Later, Yan Yue began to peck the corners of his lips, that kind of overbearing and bullying kissing method - suck on the corners of his lips, let go, wait for him to relax a little, cover them up and suck again, each kiss is a taste, but Every time it was deeper than the last time, the teeth gnawed at the corners of his lips, arousing his desire little by little.

Ruan Zhimu could only hear the sound of dry kisses in the room, and the sound of clothes rubbing between the two of them.

"Yan, Yan Yue..."

Yan Yue buried his head in gnawing on his collarbone, ignoring his cries.

Ruan Zhimu panted, "Wait a minute..."

Yan Yue paused, barely stopped, his forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat, and said angrily, "What's the matter?"

Ruan Zhimu's five sense organs were all locked together, and he said aggrievedly: "It hurts, it's uncomfortable."

"Pain?" Yan Yue twitched his eyebrows, visibly tense, "Where does it hurt, the corner of the forehead? The corner of the mouth? Or is the wound on the back cracked?"

I couldn't control myself just now, I don't remember the wound, I pressed the person against the wall, and the wall skin was rubbed off.

Ruan Zhimu lowered his head and remained silent.

Yan Yue took his hand, lowered his head, and carefully looked at the corners of his lips for blood.

The more he wanted to see, the more Ruan Zhimu turned his head away, not letting him see.

Yan Yue didn't know if he was angry, but in a panic, the zipper of his jeans was suddenly pulled down by someone.

Yan Yue paused.

Ruan Zhimu tiptoed without warning, and kissed his earlobe.

"I'm not talking about me—I'm talking about you," he said lazily, his eyes full of pride in revenge, "Is it hard for you here?"

The author says:

Yan Yan Chong! ! ! !