After Rebirth: What Should I Do if My Boyfriend Has a Boyfriend? - Chapter 12

It’s not too big to watch the excitement, “Brother Chuan doesn’t count if you eat it, start over.”

Jiang Yiyou also knew that it was enough to stop, and opened a restaurant of beer to pour a big mouthful, “Is it okay for me to drink alcohol?”

Others ridiculed a few words and let him go, but Jiang Yiyou refused to play board games with them anymore. While pulling and pulling, the minister came back with shopping bags, and asked people to claim them one by one on the shopping list.

Someone pulled the bag and pulled out a box of cherry blossom pudding, “Wow, isn’t this a new flavor! I haven’t had time to eat it yet, Minister, who did you buy it for?”

“Let me take a look…” The minister glanced over the list in his hand and raised his head in surprise, “Brother Chuan, do you like such tender desserts?”

When Chu Chuan heard this, he was a little surprised, “I didn’t let you bring me anything.”

“Isn’t it your handwriting?” The minister got up and showed Chu Chuan the list.

Jiang Yiyou jumped up from the sofa awkwardly, “…I wrote it.”

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw Chu Chuan lift his head from the piece of paper in his hand, frowning and looking at him.

Jiang Yiyou: “…”

How the **** explained it clearly!

He was fidgeting in the living room and playing with his cell phone for a while, and then keenly caught Chu Chuan getting up and walking to the balcony behind the house. After waiting for a while, he went to the board game room and the projection room to take a slow stroll. Circle, just follow it unhurriedly.

Jiang Yi gently closed the sliding door with his backhand, isolating the noise in the house behind him, and his eyes circled around the swimming pool before he found Chu Chuan who was almost immersed in the night.

“Let me explain! I’m not a thief! I didn’t steal your writing brush workbook to practice calligraphy! Obviously—” Mingming rejected my handwriting like a dog and forced me to use your writing brush workbook. The person who copied the copybook is yourself!

Jiang Yiyou eagerly sat down on the couch next to Chu Chuan.

The person who was lying on the chair with his hands half lying on the chair watching the stars pulled down the earphone in one of his ears and glanced at him lightly, “You don’t need to explain.”

Jiang Yi was overjoyed by the face.

Chu Chuan: “I don’t believe your explanation.”

Jiang Yiyou: “…”

In just a few days, the names of stalkers, voyeurs and thieves have been established. What can he do? He is also desperate.

How to relieve worries? Only gluttony. He dug a spoonful of pudding and put it in his mouth.

The pudding melts in the mouth, and the sweetness spreads from the tip of the tongue. Jiang Yi sighed, habitually digging a second spoonful and sending it to Chu Chuan’s mouth, “You taste it.”

Chu Chuan turned his head away with a calm face, “Are we familiar?”

Jiang Yiyou stayed in a daze, and then realized that so far, the relationship between him and the person in front of him is not even a friend. He withdrew his hand angrily, and said in a nonchalant tone: “I almost forgot, you are not. Love sweets.”

“How do you know?” Chu Chuan looked at him complicatedly.

Jiang Yiyou shrugged and laughed at himself cheerfully: “Because I am a stalker who knows everything about you.”

Chu Chuan’s gaze fell on his face and was slightly startled, then he got up and walked out from the swimming pool with his hands in his pockets.

“Are you going in? Don’t stay longer!” Jiang Yi chased up from behind the opponent in a hurry, and asked persistently, “Really don’t stay a while longer!”

His voice was mixed with the crickets in the grass in the distance, like a noisy and disorderly duet. Chu Chuan turned around a little impatiently, trying to tell him to shut up and stop talking. But before he had time to speak, Jiang Yiyu’s short scream was blocked in his throat by the sudden burst of screams behind him.

His eyesight was too dark, Jiang Yiyou ran all the way from the swimming pool, but he didn’t notice that he ran further and further away. Finally, when he caught up with Chu Chuan, he stepped on the edge of the pool and fell into the pool.

Chu Chuan turned his head in time, took his hand out of his trouser pocket, and quickly grabbed the arm that Jiang Yiyou had subconsciously raised in midair.

Keeping half of his body crooked out, Jiang Yiyou couldn’t help but bend his eyes, muttering happily, “Didn’t you threaten me to throw me into the swimming pool…” Then he raised his eyes. The shinning ground seemed to have starlight shards falling into it, and the tone couldn’t help but urging, “Brother Chuan, hurry up, give me a hand.”

It looked like a close lover was acting like a baby to himself.

In fact, there is a more apt argument, like—

The lion-haired dog, who had been kept in the family for a long time, pounced on him yelling ecstatically when he came home from the holiday. Chu Chuan gently lifted his foot to try to kick the dog away, but instead was held tighter by the dog’s paws, and rubbed the furry dog’s head together intimately.

Chu Chuan lowered his eyes, and the corners of his lips curled up slightly. The facial features suddenly faded from sharpness and publicity, just like the epiphany blooming in the dark night, and even the small hairs on the face seemed to glow.

How long has he not seen the other person laughing?

Jiang Yi was overjoyed in his heart.

Chu Chuan turned the arc of his wrist, and suddenly raised his wrist-he threw his arm away, withdrew his hand, and inserted it back into his trouser pocket.

The sound of falling water exploded in the silent night of deep summer, and high water splashes splashed in the pool.

Jiang Yiyou got up from the swimming pool with the water line up to his waist and wiped his face stupidly: “…”

He was careless. He forgot that when Chu Chuan laughed very few, the two-point possibility was a genuine smile, and the remaining eight-point was a genuine sneer. It’s only to blame for the darkness and blindness of his eyes, so that he would regard a sneer as a smile.

Chu Chuan squatted down by the pool, his mouth still chuckling, “I wanted to give you a hand, but you seem to be disappointed that I didn’t throw you into the swimming pool?”

He stretched out his hand to pull Jiang Yiyou up from the water, and his eyes passed over Jiang Yiyou’s wet forehead without any surprise. Before leaving, he left a sentence: “Don’t just call me Chuan brother casually. We haven’t gotten familiar yet. That level. Did you hear that?”

Jiang Yiyou: “…”

He took a deep breath, resisting the urge to curse.

He can’t scold Chu Chuan, because he can’t scold the person he loves—

At least you can’t scold you until you chase people down. Can’t scold. Jiang Yiyou gently told himself that he would save it for later when he went to bed to scold him. Chu Chuan eats soft lips in bed, **** with short legs, and will never turn back.

The comments are all big hands on the plot planning of cookies! Actually, I don’t know if Brother Chuan is in love with Xiao Jiang Rijiu, because Brother Chuan Miu told me. If you want to see Brother Chuan eat his own jealousy, please deduct 1 in the comments (…though I won’t write it now). In the evening, there is a question about “Jiang Yiyou is forced to practice calligraphy” and about “Chu Chuan does not like sweets” The historical origin update drop