In the early morning, the alarm clock has been ringing several times. The person trapped in the bed was still asleep. The air conditioner in the room was kept at a constant temperature. Although the location around him was empty, Xiao Qingge in his sleep had not yet woken up.
"Buzz ..."
When the alarm clock sounded again, the quilt on the bed finally moved. A white arm stretched out from the quilt, fumbled left and right, but failed, and a figure half sat up.
His forehead was raised high, revealing a clean forehead, ambiguous marks on his shoulders and collarbone, Qingge looked around to confirm that his lover had gone out, drummed his cheeks to fumble the mobile phone, and the quilt was kicked to the end of the bed.
"It's nine o'clock so soon." Qingge mumbled at the time on his mobile phone, and then wanted to get out of bed and get dressed, and then sat back on the bed with his buttocks, "Oh."
Qingge rubbed his old waist and got too fierce. He almost forgot to be wiped out yesterday. Every time he changed or played, his man always tossed people more than usual. It was a gentle torture. However, the clothes he bought were still the money he paid. It really was--too much to test my tenacity.
Spend money on clothes—for the old attackers—be eaten and wiped out—not able to get up the next day.
Qingge praised his strength.
"Well, fortunately, there is no morning class today. There is only one class at 10:30. Otherwise, it is estimated that we will skip class. This is the first time in class." Qingge sighed, arbitrarily put on a T-shirt and rubbed into the bathroom.
"Jam ~ has breakfast?" Qingge walked downstairs after washing, just to see that Jam was playing with its small ball in the living room.
"Woof!"
Jam yelled at him, ran over with a small ball, Qingge squatted down and held it up, walked to where Jam usually eats, and some dog food remained in it: "Jam, you're full, your father I really hurt you, then I should have eaten it, hey, my man's loving breakfast, you didn't. "
When Qingge had eaten breakfast and went out, Jam looked at his figure with tears at the door (?), Qingge squatted down and rubbed his forehead: "Jam ~ obediently wait for me at home."
Jam didn't want to leave in his arms. Qingge had to put his schoolbag on the ground. He sat down on the stairs in front of the door and kissed him with a kiss: "Jam ~ I'll be back soon. How about two hours? OK? I will take you to stroll in the afternoon, and Chen Chen will return soon, obediently. "
"Woof ~"
Jam froze his face, licked his hand, squatting reluctantly to the ground, shaking his tail, pathetic.
Qingge covered his face: "I lost to you. Are you just like your dad, is it useful to sell pitiful when it matters? Go, dad will take you to class."
Of course it is useful, my man is not allowed to sell poor, what to give!
son? The same!
Jam actually understood, stood up and yelled at him excitedly, who said it was useless?
Qingge turned around first, took the traction rope, stuffed a bag of dog food into the schoolbag, put the traction rope on the jam, and patted his head: "Jam, you must be obedient, don't call during class, otherwise I will be scolded to death by the teacher. "
"Woof ~"
So Qingge send a WeChat to his man, and just led his son out.
"Qingge, take your jam out for a walk again? Don't you need to go to school today?" An elderly aunt asked with a smile, and she was returning with a few bags of vegetables.
Qingge responded with a smile: "Aunt Li, good morning, are you back shopping?"
Because in the past few weeks after picking up Jam, Qingge and his lover would take Jam out for a walk every day, so some familiar people in the community greeted him one after another.
They are also very friendly to this big boy who has only appeared for a few months. Even if someone guesses their relationship, they just pass by with a smile. Sometimes when they meet in the community, they will be invited to play chess together.
"Jam ~ Don't run so fast, you're going to exhaust me, go home and watch your dad hit you." The young singer ran all the way to the jam that ran forward, and usually didn't bring it out, why was he so excited? ?
Qingge took the jam and gained a lot of attention along the way. Some girls who liked dogs also asked to take pictures. Qingge declined euphemistically.
So the girls backed up and wanted to touch the jam. Qingge had no opinion. His son had an opinion. He hid proudly into his father's arms.
Qingge looked at the jam with a smile and smirked only one head, and patted it helplessly: "I can only hold it when you are young. If you grow up, I may not be able to hold you and you eat so much every day."
"Woof~" Silent protest, you eat so much.
Qingge put it back on the ground and teased, "Let's go. It's late. If you are cute again, Yao Mei will also stew you."
Going downstairs in the dormitory, Qingge rarely hesitated for a second, looking at Jam a little worried: "Jam, can you tell me that Dad can take you in?"
"Woof ~"
Jam had already walked in one step before Qingge could not leave. When he passed the management room downstairs, he glanced into it, no one shouted.
"Jam?" Shen Zeyu was holding the book and going out to class. He happened to meet Qingge, who was walking up there. He couldn't help crying.
If there is usually no class and he is too far away from the eldest brother, Shen Zeyu will go to Qingge's house to eat rice, so he also played with jam several times.
Qingge reluctantly pointed at the cheerful jam: "My son is coming, what can I do?"
"Jam ~ come here, brother hug." Shen Zeyu crouched down to tease it.
Mo Ziliu followed, and looked at Qingge with a look of surprise, the dog: "Qingge, did you walk your dog to school? Hey."
Jam rushed to Mo Ziliu's feet, swayed his tail, and moved quickly. Qingge almost didn't grab the rope, scolding him as a dog.
Shen Zeyu saw that his hands were empty, and turned back resentfully: "Sexy dogs, just like your father."
"..." Mo Ziliu squatted down and hugged it. "You are too ugly, isn't it jam?"
"Woof woof!"
Mo Zi glanced at him smugly. Shen Zeyu was not convinced. He rubbed his head in the past: "He fed for so long."
After speaking, pass the jam to Qingge: "Let's go to class first. Are you free at noon? Let's eat together and I tell you something."
Qingge held jam and nodded and smiled: "Okay, see you at noon."
After Qingge and Shen Zeyu said goodbye, they returned to the dormitory and found that Mu Chen was returning from the balcony with a telephone. Qingge beckoned with a smile: "Mu Chen, this is my son's jam."
Yao Muchen's expression froze: "Are you born?"
Qingge froze, telling himself not to care about the beauty: "... no."
"Oh, you want to take it to class? What should I do?" Yao Muchen changed his clothes and frowned at the group of things.
Qingge smoothed it, and smiled lightly, "No, I brought it to me."
"Sure enough, I was born naturally, and I blocked my mouth." Yao Muchen raised an eyebrow and chose a dark gray woolen coat and shirt. He silently glanced at the stupid roommate. "How much are you wearing?" Pieces? What is the weather like now, do you need a scarf? "
Qingge was sitting on the bed holding the jam cross-legged, and looked down at his attire, glanced at the beauty again, and turned proudly: "I've worn so much, why?
"Oh, let's go." Yao Muchen fluttered softly.
Qingge looked at another shirt and tie scattered on the bed, and suddenly realized: "Mu Chen, it turns out that you are no longer alone, but you have become soft arms."
"... are you using idioms like this?" Yao Muchen cast a scornful glance.
Qingge hugged Jam and followed him, poking at his arm: "How about, is it easier to say it is open?"
Speaking of this matter, Yao Muchen acted stiffly, and his face was a bit shy. When I remember being whispered in the arms of that person every day these days, it turned out that it was easier to accept than to refuse. The time was too stubborn and bad, so it was the first time that he was so relaxed and relying on himself. In the end, it was indeed a joy, and it didn't feel like a fight like usual love.
Qingge looked at him with a smile and knew it was useful, but I watched a lot of little Huang Wen!
"OK," Yao Muchen said lightly.
On the podium, the lecturer was rushing to lecture, and the students below were listening leisurely. After all, he was a teacher of Chinese language and literature. Some of the contents were relatively simple. Usually, he could read more books.
Qingge is brushing his notes. He still likes this course very much. In the study of "A Dream of Red Mansions", he feels that the characters in it are all three-dimensional and full of personality. He has watched "A Dream of Red Mansions" many times.
The jam that followed came to Yao Muchen's arms for a snack, but he didn't really yell.
Yao Muchen poked at the person next to him with a disgusted look: "Take care of your son, I won't hold it."
"Ah?" Qingge just put down the pen, smoothed the jam, whispered, "Don't, jam likes beauty, it's very good in your arms. Jam ~ Don't call it, go home and give you it Ready to eat. "
"..." Yao Muchen froze, grabbed his notebook, and moved the jam over. "I help you make notes, you hold your son."
Jam looked up at his dad (?), And then turned to look at the beauty, so wronged, he opened his mouth and wanted to scream, but he covered his mouth.
"Jam, don't call it. If you call it, I won't take you out next time." Qingge saw the situation is not good, and quickly calmed, "Come, continue to snack."
As a foodie, jam really attracted the attention of snacks, no matter whether he was holding a beauty or not, it seems that his father looks good?