This Scum Is Not Worthy Of White Washing

Tao Xiaosong went back to the second bedroom in frustration: "Brother Qing, you? Let's play, I'm going to sleep with my uncle tonight."

Yan Qing put down the mouse and turned around: "You? You are so old, and you still want to sleep with your elders?"

Tao Xiaosong rolled his eyes: "My uncle is afraid that I will not sleep well? It is really pressing on your wound."

Yan Qing: "No."

"You? It doesn't count, my uncle has already decided," Tao Xiaosong sighed, "Remember to set the alarm clock. I'll pass."

"Komatsu."

"He... is your uncle?"

"Of course!"

Tao Xiaosong is gone.

Yan Qing lost interest in playing games and quit the game.

He recalled the neck cut he saw just now, closed his eyes, rubbed his eyebrows, opened his eyes swiftly, opened the search page suspiciously, and tapped a line of words.

"Is it normal to see a person's neck and want to bite?"

Someone happened to have asked the same question, and he clicked directly in to see the answer.

Answer: You? Well, according to the situation you described, you have a tendency to obsessive-compulsive, which is often related to stress and anger suppressing psychological and emotional factors. I suggest you adjust your mentality, take part in sports properly, and keep a good sleep...

Answer: You? Well, you? You may be violent. It is recommended to find time to see a psychiatrist.

Answer: Please describe in detail, do you want to break his neck? still…

Yan Qing turned off the computer blankly.

I see.

He had a fight tonight and was in a bad mood.

When I came to a classmate’s house and met the classmate’s drunk uncle calling him, can I not feel depressed?

Fortunately, he held it back and didn't hit anyone.

Did not bite.

Early the next morning, Tao Xiaosong declined Xie Chenyang's kindness to send him, and took the subway to school by himself.

Xie Chenyang: "Are you not going to school?"

Yan Qing: "Ask for leave."

The wounds on his arms and legs can be hidden, but the scratches on his face can't be hidden. If the teacher knows it, his mother may know it too.

Therefore, while telling his mother that his classmates and parents were not at home recently, he was timid and wanted to stay with him for a few days, and at the same time he asked the old teacher for a few days off.

Xie Chenyang curiously asked: "Are you hurting you? Worried about the old man? The teacher told you the parents, but you ask for leave, the old teacher will not verify with the parents?"

Yan Qing: "Half."

"Half the possibility," Yan Qing walked to the door, "I have a good reputation from the teacher, and I haven't asked for leave this semester. He will not necessarily check with my parents, but trust me directly."

But it does not rule out the possibility of verification.

Xie Chenyang walked behind him with one hand on the wall and bowed his head slightly: "Where are you going?"

Yan Qing: "..." It's too close.

Xie Chenyang: "Huh?"

Yan Qing stretched out his hand to push him a distance: "Go out and go around."

Tao Xiaosong went to school, he didn't want to be alone with Xie Chenyang.

He is already hesitating whether to change to a temporary residence these days.

But there are not many people in the school who have a good relationship with him, and those few live with their parents, which is not convenient. In fact, Tao Xiaosong is not very convenient here... But Tao Xiaosong was the closest to him last night.

Xie Chenyang took another two steps back, the corners of his lips curled up slightly, and his eyes were gentle: "Since you are injured, take a good rest here, Komatsu told me last night, you? You will stay here for a few days."

It seems that the strength just now is an illusion.

Yan Qing: "I..."

"It's okay to go out, remember to come back early," Xie Chenyang said warmly, "The password to open the door is... 0122, my birthday."

Xie Chenyang finished speaking and went back to the bedroom.

Yan Qing looked at his back, his lips tightened, changed his shoes, and went straight out.

Xie Chenyang went into the bathroom to find a razor and shaved in front of the mirror.

[Daughter-in-law may not like my stubble, he would never refuse my approach]

Just now? When Yan Qing was blocked in the shoe cabinet, Xie Chenyang obviously felt his state tense.

You Huang said speechlessly: "It has nothing to do with you? Is there any stubble? You? Just came here, then he? Just came here. He only has the memory of Yuan Yanqing. His soul hasn't been fully integrated yet. When he gets used to it, just It won't be so young anymore."

[That also has to be shaved, otherwise it will pierce more people. 】

"Who is it?"

"Honest? To be honest, although his true age is estimated to be about the same as yours, but his body...understand?"

[Understand, I will wait for him to grow up]

After Yan Qing went out, he went to an auto repair shop in a familiar way.

The employees of the auto repair shop are familiar with him.

"Yan Qing, come to see the boss?"

"Well, is he there?"

"It should be in the office."

He went directly to the second floor.

The front desk is not there.

He glanced at it and walked inside.

He can come in and out of the veteran office.

Always like this.

Yan Qing maintained the posture of pushing the door and froze there.

The office is huge.

The old man he was looking for was sitting on the rattan rocking chair by the French window, with his head up.

A man clasped his hands on the sides of the chair, and kissed the side of his neck. Yu Zhang put his arms around his neck tightly, closed his eyes, and applied for enjoyment.

Yan Qing’s first reaction was not to close the door, but...

(I didn’t want to bite my uncle’s neck last night, but...want to kiss?)

Yu Zhang opened his eyes: "Bao... Fuck!"

He pushed away the people on him, and stood still while tidying up his clothes: "Xiaoqing, you? Why are you here? You? Shouldn't you be in school?"

Yan Qing took advantage of the situation and entered the door: "Ask for leave."

The man slowly fastened the buttons on his neckline: "Brother?"

Yu Zhang scratched his hair: "Well, smelly brother."

The man chuckled, "I'll see if the car is ready, you? Talk to your brother."

After the man went out.

Yan Qing walked to the desk and sat down and sneered, "Brother smelly?"

"I said why don't you go to school today?" Yu Zhang walked to the desk and shook his chin from side to side. "Who did it?"

Yan Qing slapped his hand away: "The hero saves the United States."

"Tsk," Yu Zhang took a cigarette from the cigarette case on the table, "So, don't go to school these few days? And don't go home? Want to come here to borrow?"

Originally thought so.

Yan Qing looked up at the red mark on his neck: "Who is he?"

Yu Zhang frowned and said perfunctorily: "Ah, I am a celebrity friend. How can I find a sense of drama in me, you? What you see is acting, acting, understand?"

Yan Qing: "...Do I look stupid?"

"Oh," Yu Zhang leaned on the desk and took a melancholy cigarette. "Well, brother, I'm gay. Will Xiaoqing hate me because of this? Ah, brother is really sad."

There are no ups and downs in the words.

Yan Qing was inexplicably agitated, and reached for the cigarette case on the table.

Yu Zhang quickly grabbed the cigarette case and stuffed it into his pocket: "Hey, what are you doing? You are still young and can't smoke."

The phone information prompt sounds.

Yu Zhang's mobile phone was placed on the desktop, and after a glance, he could see the words clearly.

[Baby: Do you still have dinner together at noon? 】

Yu Zhang took the phone and was about to reply, Yan Qing said lightly: "Eat, eat together."

Yu Zhang: "?"

Yan Qing: "I just came to you for lunch, it's okay for multiple people."

He wanted to see how they two get along.

Two men... can this be?

Yu Zhang laughed: "Okay."

At this time, Xie Chenyang had already gone to buy vegetables happily and filled the refrigerator.

[I rarely cook, Ah Qing shouldn't dislike me, right? 】

You Huang: "Yes."

[Why is it like eating lemon? 】

Dad yells so well, he hasn't eaten his cooking yet!

It's still early.

Xie Chenyang took out his mobile phone to search for the recipe seriously, and began to carefully operate in the kitchen.

Auto repair shop.

Yu Zhang introduced her boyfriend to Yan Qing's acquaintance: "His name is Tang Zheyan, you? Maybe you don't know if you don't watch TV, but you? Many classmates must know him. Do you want to sign?"

Tang Zheyan said helplessly: "Don't listen to him, I'm tepid, I don't have much reputation."

Yan Qing greeted them, observing them as if there was nothing.

Perhaps because of his presence, Tang Zheyan and Yu Zhang are not close together, but it is not difficult to see that they have a tacit understanding. One look and one action know what the other party is thinking.

Yan Qing: "So, are you his fan?"

Tang Zheyan turned his head and smiled: "Really? Are you my fan?"

"Of course, I started fanning you on the day we were so good, puff," Yu Zhang also laughed, but he smiled in a moment, "Speaking of fans, I have fanned a star in the past two years."

Tang Zheyan: "Oh? Two years ago? Now I have me, so I have climbed the wall and stopped fans?"

Yan Qing is not interested in things in the entertainment industry, and feels a bit boring.

"No, he has retired," Yu Zhang felt very pity, "You? In the entertainment industry, even if you don't know him, you should have heard of him."

"Shen Yangfan."

As soon as Yu Zhang's voice fell, Yan Qing raised his head.

He shouldn't know the name Shen Yangfan in the first place.

But in the morning Tao Xiaosong quietly spoke to him before going out.

"My uncle's name is Shen Yangfan. You? Just call him Uncle Shen. He is a very good person. You? Tell him if you have any inconvenience, or send me a message, I'll tell him."

Shen Yangfan.

Tang Zheyan: "He..."

"Hey, don't talk about this, you?..."

"Why didn't you say?"

Yan Qing turned his head uncomfortably to Shang Yu Zhang's suspicious look, "Why don't you tell me? I'm very curious about your former idol. Why did he retreat? Was he...very popular before?"

"That's not it, his acting skills..."

Xie Chenyang finally made the banana pie he was satisfied with, and brought the plate to the living room:

[Dad, come out~ Come and have a taste for you? Is the banana cake delicious? 】

You Huang: "Do it for me? Let me try the poison."

[I made it specially for you. It's still a while before noon. It's too early to cook. 】

As soon as his voice fell, the banana pie on the table disappeared along with the plate.

[You? Why don't you play the cards according to the routine? Reasonable, you? Shouldn't you come out to eat? 】

You Huang: "The people in the monitoring team are watching."

[Then you don’t know if you take them in and eat them? ha? 】

You Huang: "Compared to me going out to eat, this is not a big problem."

Oh, boy, don't you just want to see my face.

Tang Zheyan and Yu Zhang went to cook together.

Yan Qing stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows of the office, her brows more cold than usual.

The phone rang, and he lowered his head and took it out.

[I’m Komatsu’s uncle, it’s raining, I remember you? Didn’t bring an umbrella, want me to pick you up? 】

I don't know when it rained heavily outside.

Yan Qing put the phone back into his pocket blankly, and did not reply to him.

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