Zhou Wei'an has never been so sad. He was so angry that he cried, and he did not dare to disobey He Songyang. He could only let go of his hand slowly. He felt that he had no shame to see people, so he could only cover his face with his hands, cried, and stammered: I, I just want to pay you back...
He Songyang heard it clearly this time: Do you pay me back?
Zhou Wei'an said with a strong voice: Well... Last time I was beaten, you gave me a card...
He Songyang: ... Master He, who has always been worried about no one in bed, suddenly felt that he had misunderstood something
Seeing that He Songyang had a calm face and did not speak, Zhou Wei'an was afraid to speak. He moved his legs uneasyly, and He Songyang loosened his legs.
Zhou Wei'an can finally close his legs and cover his shame
He Songyang rubbed his eyebrows: So, you stopped my car, just want to pay me back?
Zhou Wei'an nodded blankly: Well... the jam is in my pocket... He climbed out of the bed and picked up his dirty pants from the ground. There was a very secret small pocket sewn inside his pants. He shook for a long time before he shook the jam.
Zhou Wei'an handed the card to He Songyang, his face blushed: Thank you for lending me money... I used fifty yuan, well, I will pay it back to you when I save enough pocket money!
He Songyang: ...
He was choked and couldn't speak
…At this time, shouldn’t you feel happy and just run away with money? What’s the trick to return it like this stupidly?
He Songyang felt a frustrated inside. He sat on the edge of the bed and wanted to smoke.
Zhou Weian looked at him with an uneasy look: That... I really will pay it back!
He Songyang said: Forget it, you don’t have to pay it back, you can take it away, didn’t I say that I hurt you by mistake that time, this is compensation.
Zhou Wei'an quickly shook his head: No, no, no, I'm fine, you see, I'm not lively now, can't I get so much money, really, I can't sleep at night... He was sad and moaned
He Songyang looked at him. The boy seemed to be ignorant, naked, with severe white skin, and bony ribs. He could see the shape of ribs on his chest, but those two butts...
He Songyang quickly turned his gaze and said: Then you put the card in it, you can leave now
Zhou Weian looked very happy, so he put the card at the head of the bed and said: Then I will return the fifty yuan I used to you after I save it?
He Songyang originally wanted to say: It's nothing, I don't care about fifty yuan. Don't pay it back. He changed his mind again: Yes, let me go.
Zhou Weian put down a big stone in his heart, and even forgot about He Songyang's spanking and kissing him and touching him just now. Although the tears on his face were not dry, he was already giggling: Then why should I pay you back? Or come to Xishan to find you?
When he smiled, there was a small dimples on his cheek, which swayed. He Songyang suddenly felt a little upset. He said: Just call me Alipay
Zhou Wei'an: ...
Zhou Wei'an is a little distressed: I don't have a smartphone, nor Alipay Ah
Then QQ red envelopes and WeChat red envelopes are also OK. He Songyang said
Zhou Wei'an said: I'm sorry, I don't even have it...
He Songyang wants to smoke even more. Is this guy a primitive person? There is no such basic social software?
He Songyang had no choice but to ask: What is your name?
Zhou Wei'an said: My name is Zhou Wei'an, the only one, the peaceful one
He Songyang stared at his face for a while, but Zhou Wei'an still looked stupid.
Such a guy... must be protected by his parents in this life and be safe and smooth.
He Songyang said: I understand, this is my mobile phone number. If you want to find me, just call me.
He took out a business card from his wallet and threw it next to Zhou Wei'an.
Zhou Wei'an picked up the black business card, with the white Song font on it typified He Songyang's name and number
The garden is quiet on the first day without wind, and the fog and flowers bloom everywhere. Zhou Wei'an suddenly recited this poem, and he laughed. I like the word Song very much.
He Songyang suddenly stood up and said in a muffled voice: Enough, are you a fool? Get out quickly
Zhou Wei'an didn't know why he made He Songyang angry, so he didn't dare to laugh immediately. He hurriedly got out of bed and wanted to pick up his dirty clothes to wear.
Why are you wearing that one? He Songyang is so mean to him again. He is so dirty that he is not allowed to wear it!
Zhou Wei'an was frightened and stuttered timidly: But, but, I don't have any other clothes to wear...
He Songyang stood up, there was a compartment in his bedroom. When he opened the door, there was a large clothing room full of all kinds of men's clothes. On the other side, there were no less than a hundred pairs of shoes neatly.
He Songyang chose it for a while, then threw out a white T-shirt and long trousers.
Wear this
Zhou Wei'an hesitated: No, I'll wear my own, and I'll take a shower when I go back...
If you ask you to wear it, you can wear it! The person inside said fiercely again.
Zhou Wei'an had to wear it obediently. He didn't even wipe his body after taking a shower, but now he had already had sex. He Songyang was taller than him. His clothes were bigger on his body. He could only pull up his sleeves and trousers.
He Songyang came out of the cloakroom and found that Zhou Wei'an actually picked up his dirty clothes again
You picked it up again?! He suddenly made a sound, which scared Zhou Wei'an and shivered. He looked particularly funny.
I just want to take it back for a shower... Zhou Wei'an stammered and said
He Songyang walked over, snatched his clothes, and shook: Look at this, it's all sweaty, rustic and ugly, throw it away!
Zhou Wei'an was puzzled: I'll wash my own clothes... He originally wanted to say that you should care about this, but when he saw that the other party seemed to be angry, he didn't dare to say it.
He Songyang said with confidence: I feel uncomfortable when you wear this!
Zhou Wei'an: ...
He looked at He Songyang throwing away his clothes and pants in confusion. Then He Songyang took him to the workshop and inspected his Porsche. Seeing that the car was brand new again, he reluctantly hummed to express his satisfaction.
Zhou Weian said weakly: Can I go home?
He Songyang said: You go
Zhou Wei'an then left the warehouse in a daze. He Songyang was behind him and closed the rolling gate in a flash.
The cold night wind blew up Zhou Wei'an's hair: ...
He walked for half an hour that night before he found a bus stop. It was almost dawn. He shrank and waited until the first bus came in the morning and took the bus to school.
The consequence of not sleeping for one night was that he basically hiding behind the pile of books in the morning class and fell asleep. He was dizzy until someone knocked on his desk and he woke up.
Why are you sleeping in Ah all the time?
Zhou Wei'an saw clearly the visitor and said happily: Zhang Wu!
Zhang Wu is Zhou Wei'an's classmate, an art student, often goes out to learn painting. This time he went out for more than a month before he came back. His cultural grades were messy, so the seats were always in the last row, but he was very tired of drawing, and he won many awards in high school. Zhou Wei'an admired him very much and always praised him for his good painting.
Both of them are very introverted. The difference is that Zhang Wu has a skill, but Zhou Wei'an is useless
Just as the morning's course was over, Zhou Wei'an went to the cafeteria with Zhang Wu for dinner
Zhou Wei'an asked him which university he wanted to go to, and Zhang Wu said: Q University Academy of Fine Arts, but the requirements for cultural scores are too high, so I may not be able to pass the exam.
He smiled
Zhou Wei'an said: You have such good expertise, maybe you will be admitted to you in an extraordinary way!
Before Zhang Wu said anything, someone suddenly said coldly behind him: Aren’t you going abroad?
Zhang Wu's face turned pale, and Zhou Wei'an looked back and saw that it was Li Chao from the next class.
Li Chao is the class monitor of the next class, his father is the district principal, and he always ranks in the top five in the school. He is a good big-season player with a big-season player. He is tall and handsome. Even many girls in Zhou Wei'an's class have crushes on him.
This person is from the school basketball team. Every time they play, the screams of girls can be heard from a distance.
When Zhang Wu saw him appear, he stopped talking and pulled Zhou Wei'an. The two of them wanted to leave. Li Chao grabbed Zhang Wu's hand: What are you going? Have dinner together.
Zhang Wu made a profit, but he didn't get rid of it. He said: I don't want to be with you...
There are many people in the cafeteria, and when they pulled this, they quickly attracted the attention of others. Several people who were on the basketball team like Li Chao quickly came over: A Chao, eat Ah with us
Li Chao said: No, you eat, he tightened his hand again, you and me
Zhou Wei'an didn't know what to do. Zhang Wu looked very bad, but he couldn't beat Li Chao. He was about to bite the bullet and say something, but suddenly someone took his shoulder: Oh, this is not Zhou Wei'an from our class, you can eat with us
It's Zhang Fengxing
Zhou Wei'an was pulled away by Zhang Fengxing without saying a word. He wanted to look back at Zhang Wu and couldn't even look at him.
Zhou Wei'an had a meal with a large group of sports students. They were covered in sweat. Everyone was like a starving ghost, eating very quickly.
Zhou Weian was a little slower, and even the meat that had not been enough was taken away by them.
After a meal, he basically only ate some vegetables. Zhou Wei'an sighed and wanted to find Zhang Wu, but found that the person was no longer there.
Zhou Wei'an had to go back to the classroom by himself. There was still more than an hour off for lunch. He was so sleepy that he wanted to sleep for a while and went to the bathroom to rinse his mouth. He heard someone talking inside.
Why are you hiding from me?
Zhou Wei'an was shocked. It was Li Chao's voice.
I'm hiding from you? Didn't you say you didn't want to see me? Another voice is Zhang Wu's
Why are they in the toilet?
Zhou Wei'an twisted the water, couldn't help but be curious, and hid outside and eavesdropped
It was you who said you wanted to go abroad, but you insisted on making me angry. Li Chao's voice was depressing and seemed a little angry
Zhang Wu said: It’s my parents who did not go abroad
Then why don’t you refuse? Didn’t we agree to go to college together? You have painted so many of my paintings, do you like me so much? Well?
Zhou Wei'an was shocked. Before he could react, Zhang Wu's voice was a little excited: Have you flipped through my painting?
There were two people struggling sounds coming from inside, and Li Chao said in a low voice: I was the one who painted it anyway, let’s see what’s wrong?
Li Chao, you bastard... Um... Zhang Wu's angry voice was suddenly swallowed up, and Zhou Wei'an's head was thunderous. This scene was so similar to when he was kissed by He Songyang yesterday...
The two of them were in the compartment, and the door of the compartment was hit and Zhang Wu's voice was stained with crying: You, don't touch me, Ah... don't...
Zhang Wu... Zhang Wu, you are so fragrant... Li Chao's voice was filled with an addiction. Soon, both of them stopped talking, only low moans and sobbing, as well as the sound of the door panel being hit.
He Songyang heard it clearly this time: Do you pay me back?
Zhou Wei'an said with a strong voice: Well... Last time I was beaten, you gave me a card...
He Songyang: ... Master He, who has always been worried about no one in bed, suddenly felt that he had misunderstood something
Seeing that He Songyang had a calm face and did not speak, Zhou Wei'an was afraid to speak. He moved his legs uneasyly, and He Songyang loosened his legs.
Zhou Wei'an can finally close his legs and cover his shame
He Songyang rubbed his eyebrows: So, you stopped my car, just want to pay me back?
Zhou Wei'an nodded blankly: Well... the jam is in my pocket... He climbed out of the bed and picked up his dirty pants from the ground. There was a very secret small pocket sewn inside his pants. He shook for a long time before he shook the jam.
Zhou Wei'an handed the card to He Songyang, his face blushed: Thank you for lending me money... I used fifty yuan, well, I will pay it back to you when I save enough pocket money!
He Songyang: ...
He was choked and couldn't speak
…At this time, shouldn’t you feel happy and just run away with money? What’s the trick to return it like this stupidly?
He Songyang felt a frustrated inside. He sat on the edge of the bed and wanted to smoke.
Zhou Weian looked at him with an uneasy look: That... I really will pay it back!
He Songyang said: Forget it, you don’t have to pay it back, you can take it away, didn’t I say that I hurt you by mistake that time, this is compensation.
Zhou Wei'an quickly shook his head: No, no, no, I'm fine, you see, I'm not lively now, can't I get so much money, really, I can't sleep at night... He was sad and moaned
He Songyang looked at him. The boy seemed to be ignorant, naked, with severe white skin, and bony ribs. He could see the shape of ribs on his chest, but those two butts...
He Songyang quickly turned his gaze and said: Then you put the card in it, you can leave now
Zhou Weian looked very happy, so he put the card at the head of the bed and said: Then I will return the fifty yuan I used to you after I save it?
He Songyang originally wanted to say: It's nothing, I don't care about fifty yuan. Don't pay it back. He changed his mind again: Yes, let me go.
Zhou Weian put down a big stone in his heart, and even forgot about He Songyang's spanking and kissing him and touching him just now. Although the tears on his face were not dry, he was already giggling: Then why should I pay you back? Or come to Xishan to find you?
When he smiled, there was a small dimples on his cheek, which swayed. He Songyang suddenly felt a little upset. He said: Just call me Alipay
Zhou Wei'an: ...
Zhou Wei'an is a little distressed: I don't have a smartphone, nor Alipay Ah
Then QQ red envelopes and WeChat red envelopes are also OK. He Songyang said
Zhou Wei'an said: I'm sorry, I don't even have it...
He Songyang wants to smoke even more. Is this guy a primitive person? There is no such basic social software?
He Songyang had no choice but to ask: What is your name?
Zhou Wei'an said: My name is Zhou Wei'an, the only one, the peaceful one
He Songyang stared at his face for a while, but Zhou Wei'an still looked stupid.
Such a guy... must be protected by his parents in this life and be safe and smooth.
He Songyang said: I understand, this is my mobile phone number. If you want to find me, just call me.
He took out a business card from his wallet and threw it next to Zhou Wei'an.
Zhou Wei'an picked up the black business card, with the white Song font on it typified He Songyang's name and number
The garden is quiet on the first day without wind, and the fog and flowers bloom everywhere. Zhou Wei'an suddenly recited this poem, and he laughed. I like the word Song very much.
He Songyang suddenly stood up and said in a muffled voice: Enough, are you a fool? Get out quickly
Zhou Wei'an didn't know why he made He Songyang angry, so he didn't dare to laugh immediately. He hurriedly got out of bed and wanted to pick up his dirty clothes to wear.
Why are you wearing that one? He Songyang is so mean to him again. He is so dirty that he is not allowed to wear it!
Zhou Wei'an was frightened and stuttered timidly: But, but, I don't have any other clothes to wear...
He Songyang stood up, there was a compartment in his bedroom. When he opened the door, there was a large clothing room full of all kinds of men's clothes. On the other side, there were no less than a hundred pairs of shoes neatly.
He Songyang chose it for a while, then threw out a white T-shirt and long trousers.
Wear this
Zhou Wei'an hesitated: No, I'll wear my own, and I'll take a shower when I go back...
If you ask you to wear it, you can wear it! The person inside said fiercely again.
Zhou Wei'an had to wear it obediently. He didn't even wipe his body after taking a shower, but now he had already had sex. He Songyang was taller than him. His clothes were bigger on his body. He could only pull up his sleeves and trousers.
He Songyang came out of the cloakroom and found that Zhou Wei'an actually picked up his dirty clothes again
You picked it up again?! He suddenly made a sound, which scared Zhou Wei'an and shivered. He looked particularly funny.
I just want to take it back for a shower... Zhou Wei'an stammered and said
He Songyang walked over, snatched his clothes, and shook: Look at this, it's all sweaty, rustic and ugly, throw it away!
Zhou Wei'an was puzzled: I'll wash my own clothes... He originally wanted to say that you should care about this, but when he saw that the other party seemed to be angry, he didn't dare to say it.
He Songyang said with confidence: I feel uncomfortable when you wear this!
Zhou Wei'an: ...
He looked at He Songyang throwing away his clothes and pants in confusion. Then He Songyang took him to the workshop and inspected his Porsche. Seeing that the car was brand new again, he reluctantly hummed to express his satisfaction.
Zhou Weian said weakly: Can I go home?
He Songyang said: You go
Zhou Wei'an then left the warehouse in a daze. He Songyang was behind him and closed the rolling gate in a flash.
The cold night wind blew up Zhou Wei'an's hair: ...
He walked for half an hour that night before he found a bus stop. It was almost dawn. He shrank and waited until the first bus came in the morning and took the bus to school.
The consequence of not sleeping for one night was that he basically hiding behind the pile of books in the morning class and fell asleep. He was dizzy until someone knocked on his desk and he woke up.
Why are you sleeping in Ah all the time?
Zhou Wei'an saw clearly the visitor and said happily: Zhang Wu!
Zhang Wu is Zhou Wei'an's classmate, an art student, often goes out to learn painting. This time he went out for more than a month before he came back. His cultural grades were messy, so the seats were always in the last row, but he was very tired of drawing, and he won many awards in high school. Zhou Wei'an admired him very much and always praised him for his good painting.
Both of them are very introverted. The difference is that Zhang Wu has a skill, but Zhou Wei'an is useless
Just as the morning's course was over, Zhou Wei'an went to the cafeteria with Zhang Wu for dinner
Zhou Wei'an asked him which university he wanted to go to, and Zhang Wu said: Q University Academy of Fine Arts, but the requirements for cultural scores are too high, so I may not be able to pass the exam.
He smiled
Zhou Wei'an said: You have such good expertise, maybe you will be admitted to you in an extraordinary way!
Before Zhang Wu said anything, someone suddenly said coldly behind him: Aren’t you going abroad?
Zhang Wu's face turned pale, and Zhou Wei'an looked back and saw that it was Li Chao from the next class.
Li Chao is the class monitor of the next class, his father is the district principal, and he always ranks in the top five in the school. He is a good big-season player with a big-season player. He is tall and handsome. Even many girls in Zhou Wei'an's class have crushes on him.
This person is from the school basketball team. Every time they play, the screams of girls can be heard from a distance.
When Zhang Wu saw him appear, he stopped talking and pulled Zhou Wei'an. The two of them wanted to leave. Li Chao grabbed Zhang Wu's hand: What are you going? Have dinner together.
Zhang Wu made a profit, but he didn't get rid of it. He said: I don't want to be with you...
There are many people in the cafeteria, and when they pulled this, they quickly attracted the attention of others. Several people who were on the basketball team like Li Chao quickly came over: A Chao, eat Ah with us
Li Chao said: No, you eat, he tightened his hand again, you and me
Zhou Wei'an didn't know what to do. Zhang Wu looked very bad, but he couldn't beat Li Chao. He was about to bite the bullet and say something, but suddenly someone took his shoulder: Oh, this is not Zhou Wei'an from our class, you can eat with us
It's Zhang Fengxing
Zhou Wei'an was pulled away by Zhang Fengxing without saying a word. He wanted to look back at Zhang Wu and couldn't even look at him.
Zhou Wei'an had a meal with a large group of sports students. They were covered in sweat. Everyone was like a starving ghost, eating very quickly.
Zhou Weian was a little slower, and even the meat that had not been enough was taken away by them.
After a meal, he basically only ate some vegetables. Zhou Wei'an sighed and wanted to find Zhang Wu, but found that the person was no longer there.
Zhou Wei'an had to go back to the classroom by himself. There was still more than an hour off for lunch. He was so sleepy that he wanted to sleep for a while and went to the bathroom to rinse his mouth. He heard someone talking inside.
Why are you hiding from me?
Zhou Wei'an was shocked. It was Li Chao's voice.
I'm hiding from you? Didn't you say you didn't want to see me? Another voice is Zhang Wu's
Why are they in the toilet?
Zhou Wei'an twisted the water, couldn't help but be curious, and hid outside and eavesdropped
It was you who said you wanted to go abroad, but you insisted on making me angry. Li Chao's voice was depressing and seemed a little angry
Zhang Wu said: It’s my parents who did not go abroad
Then why don’t you refuse? Didn’t we agree to go to college together? You have painted so many of my paintings, do you like me so much? Well?
Zhou Wei'an was shocked. Before he could react, Zhang Wu's voice was a little excited: Have you flipped through my painting?
There were two people struggling sounds coming from inside, and Li Chao said in a low voice: I was the one who painted it anyway, let’s see what’s wrong?
Li Chao, you bastard... Um... Zhang Wu's angry voice was suddenly swallowed up, and Zhou Wei'an's head was thunderous. This scene was so similar to when he was kissed by He Songyang yesterday...
The two of them were in the compartment, and the door of the compartment was hit and Zhang Wu's voice was stained with crying: You, don't touch me, Ah... don't...
Zhang Wu... Zhang Wu, you are so fragrant... Li Chao's voice was filled with an addiction. Soon, both of them stopped talking, only low moans and sobbing, as well as the sound of the door panel being hit.
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