The Short Story of ShaoWang

In the morning, Jiang Shaoyan woke up in Wang Zhe's warm arms, and the bed was obviously large, but the two of them were close together as they were in the dormitory. Jiang Shaoyan himself felt tired and crooked.

After brushing his teeth, he wore a pajamas, grabbed his fluffy hair and went downstairs. He He, who was having breakfast at the dining table, suddenly remembered that there were such people living together.

He looks a little embarrassed and embarrassed, but he has fought the face anyway, so he naturally sat down and found a topic casually.

"Brother, did you make breakfast?"

He Yan smiled and said: "I had it when I came down, it should be done by Azhe early in the morning."

Jiang Shaoyan took a spoon to stir the millet porridge in the bowl, and looked at the sandwich with fried eggs and ham on the plate. He further recognized Wang Zhe's family virtue.

"Shao Yan." He Yan pointedly pointed at the neckline with a playful expression, "The clothes are well worn, the weather is cold, be careful with colds."

The heating in the room was so cold that Jiang Shaoyan was inexplicable until he looked down and saw a red mark under his collarbone.

Even now he is a little embarrassed.

Last night, the two of them were lying on the bed and were resting. He turned on his phone and casually looked at He Yan's circle of friends, looking for any photos of Wang Zhe's previous photos. He buried his head back and forth between his necks, rubbed his lips several times and even licked it.

He was almost hardened and pushed down on Wang Zhe's head, but Wang Zhe took a bite under his collarbone and then lay down to his place.

So he left such an ambiguous trace.

Jiang Shaoyan brought his collar together, his ears were a little red, and he coughed softly: "He is like a dog, annoying."

There was a sound of the chair being pulled apart, and Jiang Shaoyan turned his head, only to find that Wang Zhe did not know when he had finished washing and went downstairs, his face seemed to have no energy.

"Senior is early, brother is early."

He Yan put down the tableware: "Early, I have eaten well, thank you, but this egg is fried a bit raw, beware of bacteria."

Wang Zhe spooned a meal: "The seniors like to eat soft-boiled eggs, then I will fry them next time."

Jiang Shaoyan didn't want to trouble him: "It's okay, I'll just cook it together, just go according to my taste."

Wang Zhe took a big bite of his sandwich, and the fried egg broke out of the yellow, he chewed with his mouth, and his voice was a little vague.

"Ok."

Jiang Shaoyan thought for a while and said, "Or should I cook breakfast, what do you like to eat?"

"I don't care, I eat everything you do." He Yan said with a smile, glancing at his watch: "I have to go to the company, you eat slowly."

Jiang Shaoyan politely got up and escorted him to the door, and Wang Zhe followed him in a grand posture.

"What are you doing, don't be so polite as you said." He Yan smiled broadly, "Let's go, see you at night."

After sending off He Yan, the two returned to the table and sat next to each other. Jiang Shaoyan was drinking porridge and remembering what Wang Zhe likes to eat. He had just drafted several recipes in his heart.

"Senior, do you think my cousin ... how is he?"

Jiang Shaoyan casually said: "Good, others are very good."

"Really ... where is it good?"

"Well, he looks good, has a good personality, and is very good in all aspects. Why is your brother still untargeted? It shouldn't be."

"Probably did not meet the right ..." Wang Zhe said softly, lowering his head and continuing to have breakfast.

There was heavy snow outside early in the morning, and a thick layer had accumulated at this time, with a pit on each foot. Jiang Shaoyan wasn't interested in hanging out in this weather. After breakfast, he went to Wang Zhe's study to pass the time.

There is a window in the study room with many award trophies, all of which Wang Zhe had won before. Most of them are competitions. There are also marathons and karate competitions.

"It's amazing." Jiang Shaoyan remembered that Wang Zhe said that his grades were good, but now it seems modest.

Wang Zhe poured a glass of freshly cooked pear juice and put it on the table: "Some small games, nothing extraordinary."

Jiang Shaoyan lay barefoot on the sofa, drank a mouthful of Sydney juice, and had a sweet and sweet mouth and nourished his throat.

"Delicious."

Wang Zhe's eyes curled up: "Then I will cook more later."

Jiang Shaoyan met his bright and warm eyes and chuckled: "Silly dog, it looks harmless, why is it so fierce to fight, is it often secretly outside to cause trouble in private? Listen to your brother said he almost beat his classmate before This time too, one-on-three can win. Niubi, I should call you Zhege. "

Wang Zhe was nervous when he was turned out of black history. He crouched in front of him and raised his hand to swear: "I have fought these two fights, and the others are absolutely absent, I promise!"

Jiang Shaoyan looked at him carefully and looked at himself, and his heart fell softly.

Such a gentle and gentle person who has been bullied has never said anything but refused to fight back, but has fought twice for him.

What a **** he had picked up such a big baby.

Jiang Shaoyan secretly took a breath, concealing his emotions, and couldn't help asking: "Where did you get my pen from?"

Wang Zhe was surprised: "How do you know seniors ..."

"Your brother said." He sold He Yan without hesitation.

Wang Zhe was even more flustered this time: "Ah, that ... The day the senior returned to school after the exam, I took it while you were away at noon and got it in ..."

"Oh? It turned out to be stolen." Jiang Shaoyan froze.

"I, I ..." Wang Zhe couldn't find a reason to refute. He bit his lip anxiously and looked at the corner of the bookcase. "Sorry, I shouldn't steal the senior's things ... I still keep the pen. , If the seniors want it, take it back ... "

He said so, but his expression was completely reluctant.

Jiang Shaoyan was polite, got up and walked to the front of the bookcase, and at a glance saw a wooden box on the second floor. When you open it, there is a very ordinary black fountain pen in the satin cushion. The one with a dollar in the stationery store. If you lose one or two, you won't find it. The pen caps were cracked, but they were put in such a beautiful box, and it looked like they were in violation.

"Then I took it." He stretched out his hand.

Wang Zhe immediately stood in front of him: "Senior, it's broken and can't be written. It's useless if you take it back ..."

"It's useless to let you go, so I'll throw it away."

"No!" Wang Zhe almost anxiously pressed him against the bookcase. "Senior, give it to me, please."

"Why send you? Give me a reason."

"Because ... because this is the only thing you have ..." Wang Zhe looked down at him earnestly, his eyes pitiful.

Jiang Shaoyan stunned for a moment. How was the first reaction possible? Although he was not as pampered as Wang Zhe, he also sent a lot of things. How could he be the only one?

But if you think about it carefully, he seems to give away some food and play, there is really no real thing to keep.

He is relatively big in this regard. Moreover, they are almost tired every day. They do n’t need to see things and think about them, so they naturally ignore them. But Wang Zhe obviously doesn't think so, he needs something that can be sentimentally.

Silly dog ​​may be too insecure.

As soon as Jiang Shaoyan turned his head, he immediately had an idea, put the pen back calmly, and closed the lid.

"Then give it to you, and ask me what I want in the future."

Wang Zhe happily hugged him: "Thank you seniors! You are so kind!"

Jiang Shaoyan patted his back, his mouth slightly raised.

A broken pen will satisfy you like this. It will surprise you in two days.