The domineering husband and wife of the cruel school god

After all, Su Zhiye has never experienced the posture of being tortured by several people together, and he confessed all in a few strokes. Of course, the secret of the science and technology building was omitted, and everything else was explained.

Wu Jing and Yan Xinguang knew about it a long time ago, so they were not surprised, but Yao Bin and the others were all shocked by Zhang Caijun's other side, plus the group of gangsters they met tonight, they really had something in their hands Yes, Duan Changhan's tone has not been smoothed out yet, let alone Yao Bin - he has been the second generation ancestor for more than ten years, and it was the first time he encountered the scene of fighting with a spring knife.

So, Yao Bin took all his grievances on Zhang Caijun.

He shook his fingers in hatred: "Old man! I have never been pointed at my nose and scolded my mother in all these years! My mother was so angry when she heard it! Which tent does Zhang Caijun live in? What the hell is wrong with me?" Want to beat him up."

Wu Jing hurriedly stopped him: "Brother, hold on tight, is there any grudge that can't be talked about overnight?"

Yao Bin was pulled to sit down by him, and he was surprised: "It's really strange, before this kind of thing happened to you, you were the one who jumped the most."

How could Wu Jing be really calm? He was just absent-minded for other reasons. Hearing this, he looked up at Yao Bin, picked his feet, and said casually: "It's not I who stopped you, but you If Zhang Caijun is doing it, Director Xing will do it to you too, believe it or not."

He was full of dry words, and after he finished speaking, he felt that something was wrong, so he quietly glanced at Yan Xinguang, and quickly lowered his head.

Liu Lei said: "Zhang Caijun is so aggressive. Looking at his usual [-] million yuan, I really can't see this side. Brother Han, what do you think?"

Duan Changhan's hands were so itchy that he couldn't sit still. If Yao Bin hadn't been pushed down by Wu Jing, he probably would have gone up to join in the fun and break some of Zhang Caijun's ribs or something.

Duan Changhan: "An eye for an eye, if someone slaps me in the face, I will blow his head off."

Everyone: "..."

Su Zhiye waved his hands frantically, almost crying from fright: "Don't, don't. Actually, you really don't have to do this... It's all my fault. From now on, I just avoid him and walk away. It's just that what happened tonight is really sorry for you guys. ..."

Duan Changhan interrupted him roughly: "You say forget it? It's not because of you that I want to beat him up, I just want to beat him up myself."

"actually."

Yan Xinguang, who had been half squatting next to Wu Jing, suddenly spoke.

In fact, he has maintained this posture for a long time. The reason why Wu Jing participated in this conversation absent-mindedly was mainly because he was distracted and paid attention to Yan Xinguang. It is a very childish thing for them to discuss how to take revenge on others here.

Wu Jing soon realized that he was thinking too much.

After all, Yan Xinguang is just a teenage boy.

"Actually," Yan Xinguang said, "it's not difficult to get him."

Everyone froze.It's really because the words "want to do it" come from Yan Xinguang's mouth, which is extremely untrue.

Wu Jing glanced at Yao Bin and the others' sluggish faces, and the bullet screen in his heart was flying to the sky: "Look, look, look, it's another group of people who are fooled by Teacher Yan's appearance, and they have never seen him before." The look of molesting others with a blank face, such as the look of shaking a love letter, or the look of standing under the wall and laughing at people who dare not jump down.

Hehe, you stupid human beings don't know anything about Mr. Yan's small belly.

Although he didn't know the exact reason, Wu Jing clearly felt that Yan Xinguang didn't start to be dissatisfied with Zhang Caijun since tonight.Although Yan Xinguang seldom reveals his preferences, Wu Jing is very sure that he really doesn't like Zhang Caijun very much.

Yao Bin was stunned for two seconds, then said, "Well, tell me."

"The best way to hit a person," Yan Xinguang said slowly, "is to grab what he wants most."

Now even Wu Jing was stunned, and asked in a daze, "What?"

Yan Xinguang waved at him, and Wu Jing was bewitched, and automatically moved his head towards him.

The others followed suit and moved their heads.

Five minutes later, everyone gave a thumbs up: "The poison is still the poison of the Great God."

"..."

"I think we have to change the name in the future, otherwise don't call him a great god, it's too earthy and more outlandish," Liu Lei suggested enthusiastically after admiring his five bodies, "Otherwise, let's call him Teacher Yan, just like Lord Jing."

Wu Jingcai laughed happily, and when he heard him say that, he immediately became unhappy, pulled his face and said: "No, this is what I called, you can change it to someone else."

Yao Bin nodded, and said, "What the hell... okay, let's call it Brother, okay, Brother Yan, are you satisfied?" After speaking, he complained to Yan Xinguang: "Teacher is still an exclusive title. Already, brother Yan, tell me, how do you teach students?"

He was joking, and didn't expect Yan Xinguang to take over.

Unexpectedly, Yan Xinguang glanced in Wu Jing's direction, a smile gradually appeared in his eyes, and he said casually: "Well, I didn't teach it well."

Wu Jing's deep voice made Wu Jing's heart itch again.

When it was time to go to bed, Wu Jing ran over to find Yao Bin, saying that he wanted to share a tent with him, but was stared back at him.

"Come and go as soon as you are called? Go away, the water splashed by Wu Jing who fell asleep, your tent is over there, Brother Yan is waiting for you, go away."

"Oh."

Wu Jing was aggrieved and paced outside, still feeling a little awkward.

This awkwardness has continued since the hug that fell from the wall at night, but thinking about it, it seems that it didn’t start today. Wu Jing has no intention of tracing the source, only knowing that he doesn’t want to sleep with Yan Xinguang for the time being so close.

Because... because... why?He patted his blushing and hot face, and said in his heart, what are you thinking.

The mountain wind in the early morning made him sneezed several times. He couldn't bear it any longer, and he strode back with great strides. He opened the tent with great momentum, took a closer look, and was ready to say "Your Grandpa Jing!" I'm back." The lines were held back in his throat.

Because there is no one in the tent.

When he was disappointed, he thought for a second, wouldn't it be better if he wasn't there?Just left time for myself to pretend to sleep.

So when Yan Xinguang opened the tent and came in, what he saw was Wu Jing wearing thick clothes wrapped in a blanket, with his back to him, showing a white and soft side face, his eyelashes trembling slightly, it seemed that he had not slept for long .

Yan Xinguang sealed the tent door, lay down silently, and began to change clothes in silence.

Wu Jing turned his body sideways, and he was wearing thick clothes that were not comfortable at all, so he couldn't fall asleep at all. Hearing Yan Xinguang's non-stop movement beside him, the sound of the cloth rubbing against the skin, made him even more upset, violently He turned around and wanted to criticize him, but as soon as he opened his eyes, he saw a large piece of bare skin.

The light is dim, but he can also tell that Yan Xinguang's complexion is a healthy color, not the cold white color that should be pampered.Moreover, compared to the silhouette that can be seen through the glass door of the bathroom, the curves of the body that are fully presented in front of his eyes are now clearer. The boy's movements brought his back muscles that are not too strong, but already have a sense of presence. , the blue pajamas barely covered his neck, looking along the hem of the clothes, it was the deep-lined abdominal muscles, and the shape was quite beautiful.

Wu Jing felt that his mouth was a little dry, and even his tone was dry, "You, are you so particular, you need to change into pajamas for camping?"

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