Dressed as The School Grass’ Ex-boyfriend - Chapter 95

Ying Jiao’s eyes trembled, staring at the small book without blinking, even holding his breath subconsciously. It’s as if he is afraid that if he is not careful, he will disturb the things in his hand.

Is he right? Jing Ji moved the account to his account book?

My heart was pounding, beating faster than ever. Yingjiao’s Adam’s apple rolled up and down, he closed his eyes, opened them again, and looked at them again.

That’s right, it’s not dazzling, nor is it imagining, the small black characters are still properly printed on the household registration page——

Name: Jing Ci.

Head of Household or Relationship to Head of Household: Cousin.

“I put your account book in the bookcase in the study.”

“I just told you that you can go there to find it when you need it.”

Yingjiao took a deep breath and couldn’t help but cursed in his heart.

Are you an idiot? Jing Ji had hinted at this level at the beginning, but he still didn’t find anything.

How much did he miss.

Because the irritability of Jing Ji’s refusal to accept the gift disappeared instantly, Ying Jiao pressed the account book to his chest, and after a while, he suddenly let out a low laugh, and then strode towards the door.

Jing Ji was waiting left and right in the living room, and he didn’t see Ying Jiao coming back, so he was a little anxious.

He really wanted to see pictures of Yingjiao when he was a child, he must be a very arrogant child. Every day, like a little adult, he can make other children cry as soon as he opens his mouth.

Just thinking about it, Jing Ji felt that he was about to be cute. He endured and endured, but in the end he couldn’t hold back. He stood up and moved step by step to the door of the study.

Just as he put his hand on the doorknob, the white door was pulled open from the inside vigorously, and Yingjiao’s face appeared in front of him in an instant. Jing Ji was stunned for a moment, and looked at his hand unconsciously: “Photo…”

Jing Ji’s voice stopped abruptly.

Ying Jiao pinched his waist with both hands, suddenly hugged him whole, and pressed him against the wall.

The sudden weightlessness made Jing Ji wrap Ying Jiao’s waist subconsciously. Before he could react, a kiss like a hurricane fell.

Yingjiao’s kiss was forceful and fierce, his breath was scorching hot, he pried open his teeth and drove straight in, almost swallowing him.

Jing Ji’s body was softened by his kiss, and his waist was suspended in the air and could not exert any strength. Afraid of falling, he had to cling to Yingjiao, as if he was obediently sending himself to him.

“Baby,” Ying Jiao left his lips slightly, his chest heaving violently, panting, “I saw the account book.”

He finally found it.

Jing Ji was overjoyed and a little embarrassed.

“If I don’t find out, when are you going to tell me?” Yingjiao lowered his head and kissed his neck, almost unable to control the urge to tear his clothes: “How did you think of moving to my house?”

Jing Ji was a little itchy by him, his cheeks were flushed, and his heartbeat was as loud as a drum. His lips opened and closed for a long time before he uttered one word: “…Brother.”

“Um?”

“I…” Jing Ji tilted his head slightly to make it more convenient for him to kiss: “I don’t want to be an independent household…” He swallowed, his voice trembling: “I just wanted to have a household registration with you. Book.”

After speaking, Jing Ji hardly dared to look at Ying Jiao.

It was the most blunt and shameful thing he could say.

I want to have a household registration book with Yingjiao and become a family with him. Even if the law does not recognize it, in his heart, they have become the closest relationship.

Yingjiao took a breath.

This fool, he didn’t want anything, but quietly offered his whole heart.

Ying Jiao hardly knew how to love him, so he hugged Jing Ji and pressed him onto the bed. While kissing him fiercely, he whispered in his ear: “I really want to **** you, until you can’t leave me.”

Jing Ji was so hot that his head was almost smoking. In a daze, he noticed that Yingjiao’s hand had been stretched into his pants, and he bowed his body in a conditioned reflex: “Brother, I haven’t showered yet…”

“I know, don’t move… don’t move!” Yingjiao held his waist: “You’re good, I’ll touch it.”

Jing Ji held back his shyness and looked up at him: “No, don’t you do it?”

“What’s the matter, Jingshen.” Ying Jiao raised his eyebrows and looked at him, his eyes full of ridicule: “What you promised doesn’t count? You told me to show it yourself, and you want to break your promise?”

Jing Ji looked at the fine sweat on his forehead and knew that he didn’t want to, but was afraid that he would hurt. Immediately said: “It only hurts a little bit, really brother, I can bear it.”

“You can bear it,” Ying Jiao kissed him on the lips, then let go of him, got up and closed the curtains: “But I can’t bear it.”

With Jing Ji by his side, he can laugh and be happy, but alone can’t hurt, not even a little bit.

Afraid that he would feel guilty, Yingjiao turned on the light and turned the brightness to the highest. Sitting on the edge of the bed, he deliberately teased: “Underestimate brother, isn’t it? Tell you, it’s not an hour or two at the beginning.”

Jing Ji blushed and murmured, “Then, then I can bear it.”

He didn’t want Yingjiao to hold back any longer, it just hurts a little, not itching, what’s so scary?

Ying Jiao was almost turned into a beast by him, he managed to suppress the urge in his heart, he moved to Jing Ji, his eyes turned around his beautiful collarbone: “So good, then later What do I say?”

Jing Ji’s eyelashes trembled, and he nodded lightly.

Ying Jiao stretched out his hand and slowly pulled down the zipper of his clothes, and said in a low voice, “What if I want to shoot you?”

Jing Ji lowered his head, let him take off his jacket, and whispered: “Any, whatever.”

“Anywhere?”

“……Um.”

Ying Jiao couldn’t bear it anymore, stretched out his hand and pulled at the waist of Jing Ji’s trousers, and ordered in a deep voice, “Take it off.”

Even if they didn’t touch, the two of them had a long night of trouble that night. But Jing Ji’s biological clock was always on time, and he woke up at six o’clock the next day. After studying all morning, after lunch, he couldn’t hold it any longer, so he took a nap for the first time ever.

If it was normal, he would not disturb him when he slept all day, but today was different.

Seeing that it was almost three o’clock, Ying Jiao thought about it, and pushed the door and walked into the bedroom.

“Baby,” he squatted by the bed, grabbed a piece of fabric and pinched a tip, and scratched it on the tip of his nose: “Get up.”

Jing Ji was so loud that he only frowned and opened his eyes. But his mind was still not sober, and he cried out in a daze: “Brother?”

“Yeah.” Ying Jiao waited for him to think before saying, “Get up and go to a place with me first, and let you sleep enough at night.”

Jing Ji lifted the quilt, reached out and rubbed his eyes, wondering, “Where are you going?”

Ying Jiao glanced at him, found that his pajamas were neatly dressed, and withdrew his gaze: “My mother’s cemetery.”

Jing Ji sat up abruptly, the drowsiness in his mind ran away in an instant, and stammered: “You, your mother?”

“Yeah.” Yingjiao was amused by his reaction: “Then why are you surprised? You’re all from a household register. Isn’t it normal to see a parent?”

Although he was only going to the cemetery, Jing Ji was inexplicably nervous. He jumped out of bed, and while looking for clothes, he said, “Brother, why didn’t you tell me earlier? I’m not prepared for anything…”

With a smile on his lips, Yingjiao leaned on the cabinet to watch him busy, and joked, “What do you want to prepare?”

Jing Ji finally found a black coat, took it out and put it on the bed flatly, and said seriously: “Paper money, gold ingots or something.”

“Stupid or not,” Yingjiao tapped his forehead with his mobile phone: “No cemetery is allowed to burn paper now, and she doesn’t like that kind of thing, so just buy a bunch of white lilies.”

“Ah,” Jing Ji has never been to the grave, he just heard about it, and nodded when he heard it: “Then I’ll buy it.”

“Got it.” Yingjiao laughed: “I won’t rob you.”

Jing Ji packed up and looked in the mirror several times, until he completely confirmed that there was nothing wrong with him, and then went out with Ying Jiao.

Just in time for the three-day Qingming holiday, and it was the time to send the lights in the evening, there was an endless stream of people coming to the cemetery. Ying Jiao took Jing Ji around a group of people, walked straight towards the center of the cemetery, and finally stopped in front of a black stone tablet.

“Here.” Ying Jiao wiped off the dust on the stone tablet a little bit, and chuckled: “I came alone in previous years, but this year I brought someone to show you.”

“His name is Jing Ji, and I will come with him every year in the future. Isn’t he very good-looking? I know you will like it.”

When she was not sensible, Yingjiao once blamed or even hated her. Hate her for abandoning herself for a scumbag, and hate her for letting herself witness her death.

But later, when he slowly understood depression, the hatred in his heart turned into pity.

It’s not that she doesn’t care about him, the things in her name are enough to explain everything. She just couldn’t hold it any longer and chose to leave.

Jing Ji held the lily all the way, and even Yingjiao was not allowed to touch the lily to the tomb, and respectfully bowed three times to the tombstone.

He didn’t know what Yingjiao’s mother looked like or the reason for her death, but he still thanked her from the bottom of his heart.

Thanks to her for bringing Yingjiao into this world, so that he could be lucky enough to meet him.

Ying Jiao looked at the tombstone quietly. After getting to know Jing Ji, he rarely fought and began to study hard. Now that he has a full life and has someone as good as Jing Ji by his side, she should be relieved.

Ying Jiao let out a long sigh of relief, straightened the bouquet that was swayed by the wind, turned his head to Jing Ji and said, “Let’s go.”

Jing Ji nodded and followed. After walking a few steps, he involuntarily glanced back.

Secretly and boldly, I called Mom in my heart.

After calling, I felt a little cheeky again, rubbed my face embarrassedly, and quickened my pace.

On the way back, Ying Jiao told Jing Ji all the bad things about his family, including the cause of his mother’s death.

“Have you always been curious about the reason why I fainted? It’s because of that.” Yingjiao put the subway card in his pocket and said indifferently, “But I’m used to it now.”

Jing Ci was so distressed that he didn’t know how to comfort Yingjiao, and he didn’t want him to recall those sad things. I had no choice but to hold his hand and said seriously, “It’s okay, I’ll help you watch it in the future.”

The corner of Yingjiao’s lips smiled, and he gently broke away: “Well.”

When the two walked out of the subway station, it was already dark and they hadn’t had dinner yet.

Ying Jiao raised his eyes and looked, remembering that there was a good Northwest restaurant in the nearby square, so he walked over there with Jing Ci.

Unexpectedly, just after walking halfway, he was blocked by a group of people gathered in front.

“What’s this for?” Yingjiao frowned and said dissatisfiedly: “It’s all blocked here, it’s like fighting a flood.”

Jing Ji didn’t know either, he was not naturally curious, and was about to tell Ying Jiao if he should change a restaurant when he heard the conversation of a couple next to him-

The boy patted his chest and said, “Baby, don’t worry, I promise to grab that bunch of flowers!”

The girl blushed and said, “Okay.”

Jing Ji listened for a few more ears, and then he understood. There is a couple who just proposed successfully in front of them. The girl will throw out the roses that the boy gave when proposing to make others feel happy.

Therefore, the men who were present with their girlfriends went crazy, desperately trying to get the flowers.

“Brother, let’s go…”

“You are waiting for me here.” Ying Jiao put the phone in his hand, left a sentence, and strode forward.

He happened to be lucky, and the flower in the girl’s hand was thrown out at this time.

A bunch of men stretched their necks and stretched out their hands to reach it. If you push me, and I step on your foot, no one will let anyone.

Just when a man in a suit and leather shoes looked happy and was about to reach the flowers, a hand came out of the sky and cut off the bunch of roses halfway.

Ying Jiao easily fell to the ground, smiled provocatively at the man, turned around and walked back.

Then, under the envious gaze of all the men, he did not shy away from stuffing the bunch of flowers into Jing Ji’s arms.

The author has something to say: Little Theater, Brother Jiao: I don’t know when Jing Ji and I will be able to ‘know the bottom line’

Before going out to dinner with friends, I met a man and a woman standing outside a circle of candles staring affectionately, and my friend pulled me up.

Me: It’s not just a set of dolls, what’s so beautiful?

My friend: …………Bah! It’s a marriage proposal!