The decisive battle of bt top floating ghost, so beautiful, so clean, ...
When Fu You returned home, Jiang Siran had already gone back to his room to sleep.
He walked to the other person's bedroom, knocked on the door twice, and asked in a gentle voice, "Xiaoran, do you have something to ask your brother?"
In response, something was thrown against the door panel, making a dull "bang".
Fu You paused knocking on the door, turned around and left, no longer paying any attention to the crazy kid who was going crazy late at night.
The naughty child is like a pufferfish, he is angry 24 hours a day and will cry sooner or later.
It was already quite late at night. Fu You was in poor health and tired easily. He returned to his bedroom, forcing himself to change clothes and wash up despite the sleepiness. By the time he curled up at the head of the bed in his pajamas, he was so sleepy he could barely keep his eyelids open.
I haven't taken today's medicine yet.
Fu You skillfully poured a handful of water from the various bottles in the drawer. He didn't even drink the water, instead gulping it down. The dim light of the bedside lamp illuminated the cold silhouette of the young man, his frail frame barely visible.
After taking the medicine, he felt a little more awake. Fu You lay down on the bed, curled up carelessly in the soft quilt, and while waiting for the medicine to take effect, his eyes were fixed on the photo on the bedside.
In the photo, Jiang's father and mother smiled kindly, and he and Jiang Siran stood between them. The sharp-looking younger brother affectionately embraced his pretty and sickly older brother, grinning at the camera, and their relationship seemed very close.
Fu You stared at the four people in the photo, frozen in a warm moment. His green eyes looked as clear and transparent as glass under the light.
He had a blank expression on his face, and he didn't know what he was thinking.
…
Jiang Siran didn't talk to Fu You for many days.
He didn't contact her, didn't reply to her messages, but he still remembered Fu You's threats and would go home even when he was fooling around until midnight. But when he saw Fu You, he ignored her.
I don't know what kind of childish temper he is throwing again.
Fu You had long been accustomed to his dog-like behavior. After all, he was a grown-up, not a fool. He knew to eat when he was hungry, drink when he was thirsty, and run home when it rained. Nothing would happen as long as they saw each other every day, so he didn't worry about it for the time being.
There are a lot of things to do in the group, and if you are not careful, there will be restless old gangs causing trouble. Fu You has to fight wits and courage with them, and also has to spare time to deal with the uncle and nephew of the Xiao family. He is too busy to do everything, and sometimes he even has no time to eat. He has visibly lost weight.
Even though the suit I ordered at the beginning of the year was worn, it felt empty at the waist and couldn't be held up.
After finally squeezing out half a day, I still have to go to the university sponsored by Jiang to give a speech.
Jiang Siran, Xiao Lehui and Pei Yi are all studying at this university. They are already in their senior year and are currently preparing for internships. They will graduate next summer.
When the time comes, there will definitely be chaos again.
Fu You pinched his forehead with a slight headache.
The content of the presentation is very simple. It introduces the development of Jiang’s Group and the internship positions available to schools. Interested students can sign up in advance.
Those who came to give presentations before were all middle-aged executives. Although they were not greasy, most of them had thinning hair, bloated bodies, and spoke in a dull and unpleasant manner.
Everyone signed up for the lecture with the intention of killing time - wasting time in the lecture hall sounds more respectable than living a life of drunkenness and dreaming in the dormitory bed.
Unexpectedly, as soon as I entered the classroom, I saw a handsome brother in a suit and tie!
The president brother has long legs and a thin waist, and has a fair and beautiful face. He speaks in a witty and humorous way, and his smile is very gentle and beautiful.
What amazing benefits?
In a few minutes, everyone was calling their friends, and the originally empty tiered classroom was so crowded that there was no room for everyone to sit. Even the corridor was full of people standing outside, craning their necks to watch the fun.
Poor Fu You spent the entire morning being bombarded with questions and answers by enthusiastic students, his throat nearly choking. It was only when the event organizer noticed that Mr. Jiang's face was pale and not looking very good that they called a halt.
Kids nowadays are so energetic. When they get together, they are more terrifying than fifty Jiang Sirans.
When most people had left, Fu You sat on the podium with lingering fear, drinking water to moisten his throat while complaining in his heart.
"Mr. Jiang, how are you? Are you exhausted?"
The classroom was empty, and the teacher from the Academic Affairs Office quickly brought in several student union leaders and asked Fu You about his well-being.
After all, Jiang donated money and equipment to the school every year, and almost supported several colleges on his own. Isn't he a big sponsor?
Fu You saw the other party's enthusiastic face, just smiled faintly, and said softly that it was nothing. The students were all sweet-mouthed and good at talking, and their conversations were meaningful. It seemed that they had received a good education.
These few words made the teacher so happy that he smiled and gave the boy standing behind him the seat. "Mr. Jiang, you are young and promising, and you are so kind-hearted. Good deeds will surely be rewarded in the future. Look, this is Xie Lingyun, the student you sponsored. He always tops his grade in his major in the exams every semester, and he always wins national awards and major competitions. He is now the president of our school's student union. He is so proud of himself!"
The boy seemed a little shy when he was praised, and his ears turned red.
When Fu You heard the other person's name, he raised his eyelashes and looked at the other person.
Xie Lingyun was dressed very simply, in black pants and a white shirt. However, the boy, who was still in his growth spurt, had a very slender body, with broad shoulders and a straight waist, which made him look very elegant in his simple clothes.
After being simply glanced at by Fu You, Xie Lingyun's fair cheeks turned red, making him look very young and introverted.
——I really can’t tell that the person in front of me is the arrogant male supporting role in the original plot, and the character who will help the protagonist Jiang Siran the most in the future.
Fu You curled his lips and smiled, then chatted with Xie Lingyun in a gentle voice, just showing concern for each other's studies and recent situation.
"Come to think of it, Ling Yun will be a senior next semester, right?"
Fu You's snow-white fingertips moved lightly on the edge of the podium, and she casually mentioned, "Would you be interested in interning at Jiang's when the time comes?"
"Really, is it really possible?" Xie Lingyun opened his eyes wide in surprise.
"Of course, Jiang's welcomes capable young people like you."
The two chatted for a while. Xie Lingyun seemed to admire Fu You very much and asked a lot of questions about him.
However, when the boy finally went to do other things and Fu You was about to drink some more water, he found that the paper cup he had used before was missing.
...Was it taken away as garbage by someone?
Fu You was a little confused, but it was just a cup, so he didn't take it too seriously. After asking Xie Lingyun for a new one, he put this little episode behind him.
In the corridor, Jiang Siran, who had just finished playing basketball in the gym, passed by with his classmates.
The young man was full of energy. Even in the dead of winter, he didn't even wear a coat, just a long-sleeved T-shirt. His arms, clasped around the ball, were defined by smooth muscles. Even when he spoke to his classmates, his eyes drooped lazily, his white hair reaching below his eyebrows, giving him a wild and arrogant look.
"Brother Ran, is your birthday coming soon?"
"You are an adult, not a child anymore, why do you want to celebrate your birthday?" Jiang Siran didn't know what he was thinking. He had a cold expression and looked in a bad mood.
When the students nearby saw that Young Master Jiang was in a bad mood, they tactfully stopped talking, fearing that they might say something wrong and bring bad luck to Young Master.
But before the silence lasted long, as they passed by a lecture hall, someone suddenly exclaimed, "F*ck, Ran Ge, isn't that your brother?!"
Jiang Siran was stunned and glanced into the classroom suspiciously.
After just one look, I froze in place.
Through the window, the tall student union president stood closely next to the young and frail president. His crisp white shirt and elite-looking suit together looked particularly pleasing to the eye.
The boy smiled shyly on the surface, but his eyes, secretly looking at the other's snow-white skin, clearly contained a creepy stickiness and obsession. Taking the opportunity of picking up something, his palm inadvertently touched the young man's body.
The disgusting thoughts are obvious.
Only Jiang Fuyou, that fool, couldn't see it!
even--
Jiang Siran's face suddenly turned horrible and ugly.
He saw that he didn't know what the damn Xie Lingyun said, but Fu You suddenly smiled, his thin lips slightly curved, and his green eyes were filled with a gentleness that was almost drowning. He raised his hand and touched Xie Lingyun's head.
Jiang Siran stood outside the classroom, staring at the harmonious scene, feeling a nauseous and dizzy feeling of betrayal in his heart.
Fu You, he actually!
Damn it, how could he do that to someone else?!
Did he think everyone treated him like a brother? Couldn't he see that when he touched Xie Lingyun, that disgusting reptile-like guy's hair stood on end? If there weren't people around, he would have wanted to strip him naked and violate him?!
...How dare he? ! !
The more Jiang Siran thought about it, the worse his expression became. His knuckles cracked and he almost broke his teeth.
The students next to him didn't notice his abnormality and were still sighing in surprise: "Doesn't that pretentious Xie Lingyun usually have a deadpan face? Why is he smiling so disgustingly now... Hey, Brother Ran! Where are you going so quickly? Brother Ran!"
The two people in the classroom certainly had no idea what was happening outside.
Fu You had other plans in the afternoon, so when he saw that the time was almost up, he said goodbye and left the school.
The teacher took several students to the school gate, including Xie Lingyun.
Even as the car disappeared into the snow, the teacher was still impressed by Mr. Jiang's reputation as a fine young man. He patted Xie Lingyun on the shoulder and urged him to keep working hard and live up to Mr. Jiang's expectations of him.
Xie Lingyun responded, but his expression faded, and he seemed distant and cold, far less shy than when he faced Fu You.
After returning to the classroom, he directed the final finishing work of the briefing before leaving with everyone else.
However, while others were going to the cafeteria to prepare lunch, he was heading towards his dormitory.
As soon as he entered the dormitory, he locked the door and then couldn't wait to go to his desk.
At this time, everyone had gone to eat, and there was no one in the dormitory except him.
Xie Lingyun opened the locked drawer - if anyone else saw the things in the drawer, they would definitely feel numb all over!
From small items like buttons, pens, and handkerchiefs to large items like ties, water bottles, and snack bags, even a few strands of hair carefully tucked between pages, all belong to the same owner!
The bookcase blocked the light, and Xie Lingyun's entire face was shrouded in darkness, with only his eyes filled with a morbid, obsessed glint. He fondly touched the contents of the drawer one by one with his fingers, and finally carefully pulled a wad of tissues from his pocket.
When the tissue was opened, inside was the paper cup that Fu You couldn't find today.
Xie Lingyun had wiped the water from the paper cup clean. He leaned over to the cup and sniffed deeply, as if he could smell the lingering elegant fragrance. Xie Lingyun kissed the rim of the cup like a pervert, as if he wanted to eat it whole, his face flushed with a sickly color.
Floating and quiet, floating and quiet.
So beautiful, so clean, so noble.
Like a white swan that is not affected by worldly affairs, it saved his white swan.
I like it so much, I like it so much, I like it so much——!
Today he almost couldn't hold back. When Fu You touched his head, he wanted to grab the other's soft and fragrant hand, and kiss it, kiss it, and bite it bit by bit.
No, not yet.
The boy put the paper cup into the drawer without finishing his business, hiding it together with his stolen personal belongings.
With a "click", the lock fell.
All the shameful thoughts were locked in the box.
Xie Lingyun's handsome face regained its usual cold expression. Only in his eyes did a lingering lingering trace of desire and obsession remain.
…
Fu You, who was sitting in the car, suddenly felt a chill.
But before he could think about it, he felt a sharp, dull pain in his chest and a sharp itch in his throat. Fu You suddenly arched his body, pressing his upper body against the steering wheel. One hand clutched his chest, the other covered his lips, and he began to cough violently.
Her pupils trembled and constricted, a fragile red tinging the corners of her eyes from her heavy breathing, a striking sight against her snow-white skin. Fu You's fingers curled tightly together, clutching the fabric across her chest tightly, like a dying white dove, its delicate white wings trembling with all its might.
His back was shaking and he was coughing so hard in the car that he couldn't breathe. It wasn't until his thick black eyelashes were dotted with water droplets and wet into strands that covered his eyelids that the unbearable itch slowly stopped.
There was a look of daze in his green eyes.
“Hmm…”
Fu You gasped softly, and it took him a long time to recover from the dizziness caused by lack of oxygen. He slumped exhaustedly over the steering wheel, his whole body wet as if he had just been pulled out of the water, his skin covered in a cold and greasy glow.
My heart feels hot, but my body feels cold.
Fu You was still lying there, his thin chest barely moving. From a distance, he looked like a cold, delicate puppet. After a while, he reached out from his pocket, wanting to take out medicine or cigarettes to suppress the discomfort.
But the cell phone suddenly rang.
Hearing the sound, he tilted his head, revealing a hint of dark green with a hint of moisture in his loose black hair.
The caller ID showed Jiang Siran.
Seeing this, Fu You moved his palm, and the blood that had not yet solidified on the palm of his hand dripped along his fingertips onto the screen, covering the answer button.
Every time he scratched it, a long bloody mark was left.
"……What's up?"
Fu You didn't stand up, his face buried in the steering wheel, his blood-stained palm holding the phone, half to his ear, his voice very hoarse.
Jiang Siran didn't know what was wrong with him again, and he insisted that he go home.
Fu You didn't want to pay any attention to him at first, but he was afraid that this naughty kid would do something weird at the last minute - things have been turbulent recently, and so much groundwork had been laid before. If something went wrong now, wouldn't all the previous efforts be wasted?
Anyway, the time is almost right, the naughty kid won’t be able to make a fuss for much longer.
After hanging up the phone, Fu You took a while to relax, and after cleaning up the blood on his face and body, he drove back to Jiang's house.
He was always good at pretending. He had clearly been coughing so hard in the car not long ago that he looked like he had a near-fatal attack. However, when he got out of the car, apart from his face being paler and his expression being colder than usual, he looked normal.
As soon as he opened the door and walked into the living room, something fell at his feet with a "bang".
Fu You lowered his eyes—it was a Coke can.
When he looked up again, Jiang Siran, who was sitting on the sofa, had already walked up to him.
A cold black shadow obscured his vision. Fu You raised his eyelashes and saw Jiang Siran looking down at him condescendingly, with high brow bones and eyes hidden in the shadows under the shadows, like a wolf.
The mad wolf cub grinned and looked at him intently: "Jiang Fuyou, my birthday is coming soon. I'm asking you for a gift. Is that too much to ask?"
In the shadows, Fu You's face was fair and gentle, and his bamboo-green pupils were like a pool of moonlit spring hidden in the mountains and forests, clear and secluded.
He looked at Jiang Siran, who was obviously here with ill intentions, and said with a curved lip: "Okay, what do you like, Xiaoran?"
It's always like this.
It seemed as if Jiang Fuyou would tolerate him completely no matter how crazy or unreasonable he was.
Oh, what is this? Guilt for taking his things?
Or is it that this guy is so nonchalant not just towards him, but towards everyone else?!
Well, he wanted to see how far Jiang Fuyou could wear this hypocritical mask! How far he could tolerate him!
Countless violent thoughts roared in Jiang Siran's heart, but he smiled even more brightly, as if it was the time when they were teenagers and there was no grudge between them.
"The school will hold a dance in two days, and I need a dance partner."
Jiang Siran lowered his head, his thin lips close to Fu Youxue's earlobe, and sneered frivolously and coldly, "Since President Jiang likes to show off at school so much, why don't you put on a skirt and dance with me in front of the whole school, how about it?"
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