The results of the first week of school exams came down. He Nian held the report card and fell into deep thought. There were several blank spaces behind physics and mathematics. He was doing the questions too slowly now and there was simply not enough time.
If this was the college entrance examination, he would have failed.
"You're very good at English."
The person who spoke was his deskmate named Jiang Baize, who had a very arrogant temperament. It was almost the first time in so many days that he took the initiative to talk to He Nian.
All the students in the class were either rich or noble, and they all knew each other's family backgrounds. He Nian, who was born by air, did not cause much of a sensation, because there was no upper-class family named He in F City.
In this case, unless you are very good and outstanding, few people will take the initiative to talk to you. This is not because they look down upon you, but because they think it is unnecessary.
The most lacking thing during the New Year greetings is communication with others. When I first heard the compliments, I smiled shyly and said frankly with clear eyes:
"You did very well in the exam too."
Jiang Baize pushed up his glasses without any expression and stated the facts calmly:
"The English paper this time was very difficult. You actually managed to get a score of 149, but your math and physics scores were too high."
If we were not partial to subjects, it would be impossible for such a ranking to be only in the middle or upper reaches.
The conversation between the two attracted the attention of the people around them. People in the class rarely saw their study committee member praising others, so they couldn't help but become curious.
He Nian has a reserved and humble personality, and is soft-spoken and very approachable. After coming to Rocket Class for a week, he finally got to know his classmates.
The head teacher informed us that we have a holiday on Friday afternoon.
The phrase "Call me during the holidays." is deeply imprinted in my mind.
He was so thin-skinned during the New Year that he couldn't help but think over and over again of the scene in the dormitory last time, all the movements, eyes, breath, and all the tiny details when the husband approached me.
He couldn't help but wonder, if he hadn't been interrupted, would the gentleman have wanted to kiss him?
The two of them were so close, with their hot chests and noses touching, and he had such an ulterior reaction... I was so ashamed and angry.
"Is it hot?" Jiang Baize glanced at him and said with a puzzled expression:
"You're blushing like that."
His thoughts about New Year greetings were brought back, and he suddenly stuttered in embarrassment:
"No, no, maybe the sun is a little too strong."
The dark clouds outside the window dispersed, and a ray of sunshine happened to fall on the New Year's face. The handsome facial features could be described as beautiful. The fair and pink skin was dyed with a faint halo, including the soft down around the corners of the mouth.
Jiang Baize was stunned for a moment, pursed his thin lips tightly and said nothing, lowered his head and started to answer the questions again.
After school, He Nian stood under the sycamore tree in front of the school, clutching the strap of his schoolbag with green fingers. He was nervous and at the same time couldn't help but secretly look forward to it.
It turned out that the person who came was Assistant Zhao.
"Mr. Xiao He, if Mr. Chu is still busy, please let me pick you up."
Zhao Lechuan had a standard smile on his face, and he thought to himself, Mr. Chu also wanted to pick you up, but things were not running smoothly at work, so he reluctantly asked him to do it for him, and the people he brought with him on the business trip were all serious subordinates!
After going back and forth, the two of them became familiar with each other. The New Year greetings were not as formal as at the beginning, and they could still chat for a few words.
At 12:30 at night, Chu Xijin returned to F City.
The exquisitely packaged custard cake was placed on the long table. He took off his suit jacket and put it aside casually.
I went on a short-term business trip to another city. I worked all day long from morning to night. After finishing my business, I rushed directly to the airport. I didn't even go to the dinner invitation from my partner, otherwise it would have taken two or three days to go through all the procedures.
He was afraid that the little kittens at home would be lost if they could not see anyone.
The light in the bedroom upstairs was on, and there was a dark, warm light from the crack in the door, which shone on the carpet.
Chu Xijin opened the door with a slight movement. The small Totoro table lamp beside the bed was on. He walked to the bed and sat down.
He Nian was sleeping soundly, breathing slowly and evenly. He held the doll in his hands, his head resting on Totoro's belly, and his hair streaked across his brow bone.
Chu Xijin looked at it quietly for a while and then stood up. His busy work schedule made him feel physically exhausted. The moment he opened the door, the person on the bed suddenly woke up.
"......gentlemen?"
He Nian looked at the man at the door with sleepy eyes, thinking it was an hallucination. He wrote the test papers all night, and finally he was really tired so he lay down and squinted for a while.
Chu Xijin smiled gently: "If you feel sleepy, go to bed first."
"I'm not sleepy." He said He Nian turned over and got up from the bed. His forehead hair fell naturally, his pupils were dark and shiny, and he said in a calm voice:
"I'm not sleepy yet, sir, have you eaten?"
He looked very clingy, and the purest concern made Chu Xijin's heart move, and he had the urge to hold the person in his arms. He had indeed not eaten, and his stomach was a little uncomfortable. He took advantage of the New Year greetings in a bad way. Innocence, deliberately induced from it:
"It's okay, I can just take a few bites."
As expected, the person on the bed immediately showed a disapproving expression and said in a serious tone:
"That's alright. Sir, you go take a shower and change clothes. I'll cook."
In just two months, Mr. Chu had given him a good New Year greeting. In fact, Mr. Chu sent him a message in the evening, saying that he would be back late and there was no need to wait.
But there were only two days of vacation, and he really missed his husband so much that his heart was itching. He had already tasted the sweetness, and he couldn't sleep well when he was not around anyone.
The lights were on in Nuo Da's villa, and there was a busy figure in the kitchen. The pajamas made of white silk fabric were silky and clinging to the slim waist, and the exposed wrists were as white as jade.
After taking a shower, Chu Xijin wiped his hair and stood a few steps away, stroking the back of He Nian carefully with his eyes.
He felt that his little lover was growing up, began to care about him, wanted to be good to him, and even showed his emotions, unconsciously longing for him...
The porridge was cooking on the fire, and soon a faint fragrance came.
It was too late, and I was worried that it would be difficult to digest during the New Year, so I cooked stomach-nourishing dishes, including stir-fried pork with green beans, broccoli in soup, and stir-fried fungus with yam. They were all simple home-cooked dishes.
He turned around unprepared to avoid bumping into a strong chest. The neckline of his nightgown was wide open, and the undulating lines of the chest muscles could be seen.
Chu Xijin put his hands on the cooking table, trapping the person in his arms.
After celebrating the New Year, he leaned on the cooking table with his lower back. He lowered his head and saw the long and powerful hands. The joints and wrist bones were clearly shaped like water chestnuts, and the raised blue blood vessels were visible on the back of the hands.
The hormonal scent of a mature man hits his face, carrying indescribable desires.
Some inappropriate images came into his mind. He New Year's face turned red and his heart was filled with embarrassment. During his movements, his forehead hit the man's chin. He swallowed his saliva and whispered:
"Sir, the fire is still on..."
In the pot is broccoli, which is simmering over low heat.
Chu Xijin hummed lazily, with a hint of exhaustion in his low and hoarse voice. She had no intention of letting him go, and even turned her head to sniff his hair and fiddle with it.
He Nian straightened his back due to stimulation, and a tingling sensation crept up his spine. He wanted to turn around and turn off the fire, but the man restrained him even tighter, and his hips slammed against the cooking table.
There was a muffled sound.
"hiss!"
He Nian gasped in pain, and the charming atmosphere was broken a bit. The man's tall body covered him, and warm breath came from his ears. Chu Xijin took a deep breath and said apologetically:
"I'm sorry for hurting you."
"No, it's okay..."
The broccoli for soup was cooked, and the power was turned off with a beep. He Nian turned around again, their legs almost overlapped, and he looked at the man's handsome and gloomy face, the light green in his eyes. , the fatigue between the brows.
He thought, Mr. must be working very hard.
In New Year greetings, despite his violent heartbeat, he took the initiative to approach, like a timid and beautiful kitten, and gently pressed his head against the man's chest. His round toes curled up and loosened due to nervousness, and so on.
He dared to take the initiative to get in touch with her, which really attracted people's love.
However, now is not the time.
Chu Xijin's eyes fell on the tips of his red-hot ears. He hugged her tightly into his arms, bent down and buried his head in He Nian's shoulder. He clasped his thin waist with both hands, and his neck tendons bulged patiently and clearly. .
Want to absorb more.
The silk pajamas were too thin, and the hot and direct touch made both of them tremble at the same time, and the hug became the sweetest torture.
He had no other intention in celebrating the New Year, he just felt sorry for the tired man in front of him. He completely relaxed his body, nestled obediently in his husband's arms and whispered:
"Sir, I cooked porridge to nourish the stomach. It contains red dates, lotus seeds, and a few longans..."
Chu Xijin smiled with a smile on his face, as if he had released the battery a little, and asked in a warm voice:
"How are you at school these days, are you used to it?"
"It's pretty good. The teachers and classmates are very good. I just took a long break from school and forgot a lot of knowledge. In the exam, I was only good at English, but not much else..."
"It's okay. There's still a lot of time. If you don't know how, I can teach you."
"Really......"
It was dark outside the window, and it was already half past one in the morning. Only the street lights were still on, and the food was placed on the dining table. It looked particularly warm under the warm light.
He Nian was not hungry at all. He was holding a glass of milk and sipping on it. He kept secretly glancing at the man opposite him with the tail of his eyes, his thoughts already drifting to outer space.
My husband is so kind, it would be great if I could have it all by myself...
The ideas in his little mind became more and more wild, and he even had an idea.
Thirty-six Strategies - Boil Mr. Warm Water.
It still takes a lot of effort.
Seeing that he was lost in thought, Chu Xijin thought he was sleepy, so he put down his chopsticks and said softly: "You don't have to wait for me, just go and rest."
"okay."
He Nian reacted slowly and pursed his lips. He promised well, but he sat still. He glanced at the familiar packaging box on the long table in the living room, and his eyes lit up.
I don't know what kind of snack it is.
But he only glanced at it a few times and quickly looked away.
All the little moves were visible to everyone, Chu Xijin said with a smile:
"Custard cake has only one day of shelf life."
He Nian blinked and realized that he bought it for himself. He stood up and ran over to take the box back to the dining table.
There are four flavors in it, two pieces of each.
The texture is very soft and glutinous, and the liquid filling has a rich milky flavor with a hint of salted egg yolk. It's not greasy at all. Happy New Year:
"Sir, it's delicious! Do you want to eat it?"
Chu Xijin refused and watched him destroy most of it in one go, then covered the rest again and put it in the refrigerator.
Greedy little cat.