Jiang Han watched the two walk away without saying a word, then casually pushed aside several girls who ran up to ask for his WeChat, put his hands in his pockets and chuckled, "Sorry, I'm in a bad mood, don't block my way."
After saying that, he walked out of the classroom and threw the note he had written into the trash can.
Standing by the trash can for a long time, Jiang Han leaned on the railing and looked up at the bright moon in the night sky. He seemed to see Bi Xie's smiling face in it. The girl was confident and arrogant when she played games, but serious and patient when she tutored him. Everything about her was more dazzling than the moon.
"Damn! He's really obsessed!" Jiang Han chuckled and scoffed, a hint of sadness flashing in his eyes. He pulled out his phone and dialed a number. "Fatty, I think I've broken up with my boyfriend. Come out and have a drink with me!"
As night deepened, the neon lights on the street illuminated the sky with a dazzling display.
Uncle Deng escorted the two to the apartment building, and Wei Zhaoye immediately hoisted Bi Xie up onto his shoulder.
Bi Xie suddenly jolted awake and whispered, "Ye, what are you doing? Don't be angry, I'll never call you Dad again, okay? I was really wrong, Ye, Ye..."
Wei Zhaoye took large strides and quickly took the elevator upstairs. After opening the bedroom door, he placed the person on the bed with a dark look in his eyes and then climbed on top of him.
Bi Xie immediately reached out and supported himself against his chest, continuing to apologize, "Ye, I was really wrong."
Wei Zhaoye pried her hands open and kissed her fingertips: "What did you do wrong?"
"I... I shouldn't have called you Dad, because it made you look like a kept man."
"Hmm, anything else?"
besides?
Bi Xie was stunned for a moment, racking his brains to reply. After a pause, he said aggrievedly, "I should have checked WeChat right away after sending you the message, instead of not replying and making you anxious."
Wei Zhaoye's lips curved slightly: "It's alright, it's the same as having the baby back."
Bi Xie exclaimed in surprise.
Looking at the girl's cute and playful appearance, Wei Zhaoye suddenly lowered his head, his nose touching hers, their breaths mingling. "I called you 'baby' 520 times, but that doesn't count as interest. Just give me back 520 'husbands'."
Seriously, officer!
Bi Xie's lips twitched: "It's not fair. Ye typed, but I have to shout it out. I feel like I'm being taken advantage of."
"Baby, you're not even willing to suffer a loss for me?" The man's voice was deep and seductive, with a hint of chilling coldness that sent shivers down one's spine.
Bi Xie, true to his word, chickened out.
“I’m not unwilling at all. I quite like calling Ye ‘husband’ anyway. In any case, Ye will be my husband in the future.” Bi Xie leaned over, wrapped his arms around Ye’s neck, leaned forward slightly and kissed him on the lips, smiling sincerely.
Upon hearing this, Wei Zhaoye's breathing became rapid, and he almost suffocated.
He stared intently at Bi Xie for a while, then suddenly lowered his head and kissed the girl's pink lips fiercely.
A deep, hoarse voice sounded in Bi Xie's ear: "Baby, a country has its laws, and a family has its rules. If you make a mistake, you must be punished. Baby has nothing, so it seems you can only repay with your body."
Damn! He clearly wants it himself, but he talks about it with such righteous indignation.
"Wait, Night, don't tear my clothes..."
"Baby, I want you, right now, I can't hold back anymore."
Wei Zhaoye chuckled softly, "Baby, I've bought you so many beautiful clothes, one more won't make a difference. You can wear a different outfit every day of the year, so don't be stubborn, don't move, be good—"
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