The Star Light Shines When He Came

Xie Fei gently put her on the bed, followed by pressing her body up, holding her in his arms with both hands, and whispering in her ear with a slight dumb voice and a little urgently: "Weiwei, Weiwei... …Have a baby for me."

As he opened his mouth, he bit her earlobe and rubbed it gently with his teeth.

Lin Zhiwei's ears were hot, and he couldn't help humming twice, and then Xie Fei smiled and let go.

Then his hot lips turned slowly to her cheeks and chin...leave a deep and shallow kiss.

While kissing her face, he gently rubbed her brows, eyes, nose and red lips with his fingers.

The fingertips seemed to be carrying a scorching flame. The hot temperature from his fingertips caused Lin Zhiwei to lose consciousness for a moment, and his cheeks and ear roots slowly became hot with his breathing.

After a while, Xie Fei lowered his head and put it on her lips, first rubbing it lightly, and then taking a bit of an inch.

Lin Zhiwei's body was shaking uncontrollably, and his beating heart felt an inexplicable tingling sensation.

She unconsciously clenched her hands on Jaffe's neckline, tightening her lips and tongue, and she couldn't help holding her arms tighter and tighter: "Jaffee...I..."

The two people's lips and tongue are lingering and playing between you and me, and the temperature in the room gradually rises.

Xie Fei pecked and kissed her slightly red and swollen lips and asked vaguely: "Huh? What's the matter?"

"I don't regret..." Lin Zhiwei blushed and whispered, then put his arms around the back of his neck and raised his neck to look for his lips.

Xie Fei's long eyelashes were slightly drooping, and his black eyes were deep.

The girl she likes looked at him shyly, and he was a little nervous, who had always been calm. He couldn't help swallowing, and a solemn and low voice sounded: "I will never let you down."

When the words fell, he leaned over and lowered his head, and then there was a lingering kiss.

While kissing her, he pulled out his hands to undress.

Fingers dexterously swiped the buttons of his pajamas, then discredited, opened the drawer of the bedside table, and fumbled for a while.

Seeing him absent-mindedly, Lin Zhiwei reached out and poked him dissatisfied: "What are you looking for?"

"Sleeve..." Xie Fei smiled lightly, then took out a sleeve and tore it open with his mouth.

Lin Zhiwei looked at him with blurred eyes, poked his chest, and said sourly: "Are you still ready for this anytime?"

"Prepare it for you." Xie Fei chuckled, holding her face, and gently rubbing her lips with the tip of her tongue, teasing around, muttering vaguely, "Just in case. just in case."

Lin Zhiwei was provoked by him, and Baba took the initiative to raise his head to meet him and kiss his lips.

However, she surrendered in the next moment, and was swept by the city and the pool, and she could only obediently let others do what she wanted.

In the silent night, a little mute voice came from the room, and the moon outside the shameful window hid in the arms of the clouds.

...

After the incident, Lin Zhiwei was so tired that he didn't want to move, so he fell asleep in Jie Fei's arms.

Xie Fei lay one hand on the back of his head and looked at her. The faint light from the bedside table hit his face, causing his cold eyes to soften three points unconsciously.

With a chuckle, he stretched out his hand to turn off the light and went to sleep, but he dazzled his eyes and saw Zhao Yiming's hair that he had collected before. He thought he had just turned it out accidentally.

Xie Fei paused, then took his hair away, and looked at the peaceful sleeping face in his arms again after a long while.

She was so proactive tonight, there is no reason for Zhao Yiming.

What is the deep hatred between them?

Thinking about this, Jaffe was completely drowsy. He took the phone and looked at the time, and decided to use the time back tonight.

After pinching Lin Zhiwei into a deep sleep, Xie Fei took Zhao Yiming's hair and got up and went to the living room. After sitting on the sofa, he closed his eyes and started to cast the spell, using his hair as a medium to look back through the long river of time, returning to three years ago...

But in a blink of an eye, when Jaffe opened his eyes again, he found himself floating above a dark and damp room.

He looked down and saw that a teenage boy was curled up on a dilapidated wooden bed, covered with a thin musty mattress.

The boy was very thin, and he was far away from the Zhao Yiming in Xie Fei's impression. However, there are still some similarities on closer inspection.

He confirmed that the reason for this boy is Zhao Yiming, because he used his hair as a medium, so he must be by his side during the time going back.

However, you can also leave for a while, as long as you come back within half an hour.

At this time, there was a sound of walking outside the door, and then the door was opened with a bang. An old woman in her fifties walked in. Seeing that Zhao Yiming was still asleep, she immediately scolded and said, "You are a dead boy. You are the young master of the Zhao family, and you are an illegitimate child! Now your mother is dead, and the Zhao family does not want you. If it is not because your mother is my daughter anyway, and the Zhao family is willing to pay for the support, I don’t want to care about it. you!"

"Now you eat mine, wear mine, live in mine, and want to throw your hands away as a young master? I tell you, there is no door! Get up quickly, go to boil water and cook, and then feed the pigweed. You can only go after these are done. go to school……"

Suddenly another woman walked outside the door, in her thirties, with a round face and a sharp mouth, with a mean look: "Mom, if you want me to tell me what school he is still going to, let my family Dongzi go--"

Hearing this, Zhao Yiming, who had been silently getting up and dressing, stared at him viciously. He clenched his fists and gritted his teeth and said, "I want to go to school!"

The two were taken aback. The old woman had never liked this grandson, because his family was mocked by the villagers and shameless. His daughter was a mistress and had not yet married and given birth, which made the family unable to raise their heads. But letting this child study is her daughter’s last wish. Besides, this child has a terrible temper. If he is really not allowed to read, he might leave as soon as possible. Then the support given by the Zhao family...

Thinking of this, the old woman gave the woman a mouthful: "The mouse is short-sighted, Naruko is determined to read, no more."

By the time it was over seven o'clock after the busy schedule, Zhao Yiming grabbed two handfuls of cold rice and kneaded them into a ball, ate them and ran to school.

High school is only available in towns, so hurry up, he is still late when he arrives at school. Because it is the first day of school, the class is introducing themselves, so there are already several different small groups.

Zhao Yiming used to be jokes about being a wild species when he was following his mother, so his temperament had always been dull, and he suddenly walked into the lively classroom, a little cautious and uncomfortable.

Under the half-force of the teacher, he stood a little humble and cowardly on the podium, stubbornly said the name in a low voice and didn't know what to say, and then stepped off the podium amidst ridicule.

Zhao Yiming sat down alone in the corner. When class was over, he stood up to salute the teacher and was about to sit down. Who knew the chair was kicked away by the boy next door. He didn't react, and he fell to the ground with a butt, in the classroom. There was a burst of laughter.

He seemed to be the object of bullying by the whole class just so naturally.

In the beginning it was just a little joke, such as throwing his things around to tease him, throwing paper **** at him during class, and always asking him to help clean up after school, spreading rumors that he has body odor and does not take a month. He waited for a bath, and then turned his head and covered his nose in disgust when he saw him, and everyone in his seat avoided it, as if there was some plague on him.

Zhao Yiming endured all these things in silence. He had come here since he was a child, and it was because of his status as an illegitimate child.

What's more, what can he do if he can't bear it? The mother who loved him is no longer alive, and the Zhao family can't rely on it. The nominal grandmother and other relatives don't even think about it. It's good if they don't fall into trouble.

However, he didn't know that all this would change after Teacher's Day.

In the class meeting a few days before Teacher's Day, the head teacher used various means and words to ask everyone to give her gifts either explicitly or implicitly. So on Teacher’s Day, the whole class prepared all kinds of gifts for the teachers. Only Zhao Yiming gave two cold rice **** when he was not on the table.

In the ridicule of the classmates, the class teacher smashed the two rice **** on Zhao Yiming's head. After class, the classmates under the leadership of the stinging head Yang Junhui began to beat him for the first time. Scolding, mixed with ridicule, he was blue and purple all over.

Since then, under the consciously or unconsciously promotion of the head teacher, the whole class tacitly increased the means of teasing Zhao Yiming.

For example, apply 502 glue on his stool, stuff mud and bugs into his rice balls, throw his books, pens, school bags and other things into the trash can, and paint all kinds of disgusting things on his workbook. He even stepped on and tore, and finally accused him of stealing other people's pocket money. Every day after class, he was trapped in a corner to force him to pay back. Before coming out, he started beating and scolding.

This is not enough. He was bullied every day at school, and he was beaten and scolded when he got home, because his clothes were always torn apart within a few days.

And at this time, what filled his ears was a sentence of scolding, and he was even beaten with a cane by his grandmother——

"Why do they bully you without bullying others? It's not because you did something wrong!"

"How normal it is for people to beat you? You are still wronged. Who told you that your hands and feet are dirty and steal other people's money? Tomorrow you will obediently apologize to others until others forgive you. As for the money, you find a way also."

"I still quibble that I didn't steal it. Your teacher called us and told us that children without parents or mothers are...tsk."

"It's really embarrassing for our family. The good things are all without you, the bad things are all you!"

...

In this case, Zhao Yiming and Lin Zhiwei met.

After school that day, Zhao Yiming was dragged to the corner of the men’s room by Yang Junhui and his group. His schoolbag was thrown aside, his face was blue and purple, and his body was wet. He was pressed just now. It splashed out when struggling uncomfortably in a pool full of water.

Yang Junhui took out a pair of folding scissors, a lighter, and a few wire brushes from the little brother’s schoolbag on the side and gave them to the people behind him. Then he raised his eyebrows and looked at Zhao Yiming: "Blessed you kid, today there is a beautiful woman who will cut your head and take a bath Oh."

At this time, three girls came with them not far away, and there was another girl behind them who was being pulled by several people-it was Lin Zhiwei.

"Junhui, why don't you start without waiting for us?" The ponytail girl trot to Yang Junhui, holding his hand and complaining, "Are we here late? Is it over?"

"How can we not wait for my family Xinxin, we have just started!" Yang Junhui smiled.

"Ah, it's already started, I blame Zhiwei for letting us miss the beginning of the show!" The student head girl snorted dissatisfied.

Lin Zhiwei broke away and said, "I said I'm not interested, you have to pull me here."

The long-haired girl went to Lalin Zhiwei again: "Oh, I won't lose a piece of meat when I look at it. Besides, I'm getting a little irritable lately, so I don't need the free vent package for nothing.

The author has something to say: I want to cry, this is really on my neck, begged, it really changed beyond recognition~