There seemed to be a lingering scent of Io's on Wen Qing's cheek. He flexed his fingers, and his fingertips pressed against the edges of the milk bottle. It was a little painful, but the corners of his mouth rose unconsciously.
After noticing this, Wen Qing quickly pressed the corners of his mouth, lowered his head and bit the straw, and said slowly: "You force buying and selling, and you also lend money at high interest rates."
Yiou tilted his head and said calmly: "After all, I am not an ordinary person."
"You ate my food," he paused, looked at Wen Qing's fair and tender cheeks, and said casually, "I have to... sell myself to pay off my debts."
Yiou emphasized the pronunciation of the last four words.
It's not hard to imagine what he wants.
Wen Qing blinked, bit the straw, and sipped the milk slowly.
The straw pressed against the wall of the bottle, making a slight swishing sound.
He said nothing, but responded.
The next second, Wen Qing felt the strength in Yiou's hand increase, and he squeezed his hand harder.
Io: “You’re cheating.”
Wen Qing: “???”
Io whispered, "How can I concentrate on the lesson like this?"
Wen Qing glanced at him and corrected him: "You didn't come here to attend the class in the first place."
Io raised an eyebrow and lowered his voice: "So you deliberately seduced me?"
Wen Qing remained calm: "I didn't."
"It's your own fault that you have a wrong mindset."
"Listen carefully to the ideological and moral education class later to consolidate your ideological and moral foundation."
Yio: “…”
Wen Qing finished the milk in two or three gulps, picked up his phone casually, and saw the screen full of messages.
They are all news about Song Qiang.
Song Qiang: [Speak up! ! ]
Song Qiang: [Tell me quickly if it is Yiou! ]
Song Qiang: [Where are the people? ! ! ]
Song Qiang: [Is it Yiou? Right? Right? ]
…………
Wen glanced at Yiou, paused for a moment, and typed slowly.
Noticing his expression, Io narrowed his eyes and asked, "Whose news?"
Wen Qing thought about it and told the truth: "Song Qiang's."
"I just asked him if it was normal for couples to go to class together, and he thought I was asking about you."
He lowered his head and typed "yes".
Wen Qing: [Yes.]
Song Qiang: [I knew it! ]
Song Qiang: [Did you see Yiou accompanying his boyfriend to class? ]
Song Qiang: [Wait, how did you see that? Didn't you have a small class in your major this morning? ]
Song Qiang: [Fuck! I get it! ]
Song Qiang: [Io's partner is a student in your major, right?! ]
Song Qiang's typing speed was so fast that Wen Qing had just replied to one question when the other party asked several more questions.
Yiou came closer, saw the chat history, and said meaningfully: "Someone asked what our relationship is."
The implication is that it's time to show off.
Wen Qing was silent for a moment, and continued to answer Song Qiang's question: [Yes, it is our specialty. ]
Song Qiang: [!!!]
Song Qiang: [I am Song·Sherlock Holmes·Conan·Kindaichi·Qiang. ]
Wen Qing: [……]
Song Qiang: [You are a public administration major, why did you hide it from us? ]
Song Qiang: [Something seems a little off. I couldn’t hide it from you, so I told you and didn’t tell us…]
Wen Qing looked at Song Qiang's reply and felt that something was wrong. He suspected that Song Qiang was definitely far away from the correct answer.
Just as I was about to type, a video call from Song Qiang popped up on the screen.
Wen Qing pressed the answer button, and Song Qiang's big face appeared on the phone screen. The background was still the chairs in the classroom. It was obvious that he was squatting under the table to make the call.
Song Qiang lowered his voice and said mysteriously: "I just thought about it seriously. Yiou must have his own reasons for not telling me and Xu Fengfeng."
Wen Qing opened his mouth and said slowly: "Actually, there is no reason."
He was just talking nonsense at first, and then he asked Io not to show off, so he never got the chance to confess.
"Don't lie to me," Song Qiang paused and lowered his voice, "Is the relationship between Yiou and his girlfriend the kind that is not convenient to make public?"
Perhaps because he was afraid that other students would hear him, Song Qiang spoke very softly, so softly that Wen Qing could not hear clearly. She could only put the phone to her ear and asked, "What did you just say?"
"I say, isn't it inconvenient to make public the relationship between Yiou and his girlfriend?"
Wen Qing was stunned. China passed the same-sex marriage law a few years ago. Although homosexuality is not mainstream, it is not something that cannot be made public.
“Hmm…”
Wen Qing was still thinking about how to tell Song Qiang when her cheek accidentally touched the phone screen.
The front camera has been switched to a rear camera.
In Song Qiang's view, the classroom scene suddenly appeared on the dark screen.
It was like Wen Qing was giving him a hint.
You can vaguely see a female teacher in her thirties wearing a long dress standing on the podium.
Accompanying the class, not convenient to be public...
Song Qiang's face changed slightly, and he said in disbelief: "Fuck, teacher-student love?"
Wen Qing: “???”
He held the phone in front of him and saw his linear algebra teacher on the screen.
“No——” As soon as he said one word, the video was disconnected.
Wen Qing put down his phone silently and looked at Yiou.
Yiou laughed angrily: "Song Qiang this kid..."
He picked up his phone and opened the dormitory group.
Yiou: [My boyfriend is @Wen Qing.]
The dormitory group was silent for a few seconds, and then a message from Song Qiang popped up.
Song Qiang: [It’s over, it’s over. Did I guess right? Yiou even implicated you.]
Song Qiang: [Were you forced? ]
The message was sent out two seconds later and then quickly withdrawn.
Wen Qing was silent. It seemed that the message just now was something Song Qiang was going to send to him privately.
Yiou was silent for a moment, then took a photo of himself and Wen Qing holding hands and sent it to the group.
The group was still very quiet.
After a while, Song Qiang's message popped up.
Song Qiang: [Congratulations.]
Song Qiang: [Brother, I believe it, I really believe it! ]
Song Qiang: [You don’t have to be like this.]
Yio: “…”
Wen Qing: “…”
This still seems unbelievable.
Wen Qing tilted his head to look at Yiou, only to see Yiou staring at the phone screen expressionlessly.
He smiled and asked, "Are you free this afternoon?"
Yiou hummed and asked, "Are you going to beat up Song Qiang?"
Wen Qing: “…No.”
"I want to go back to the orphanage."
Yiou put away his phone and responded, "Okay, I'll go with you."
Wen Qing had a full schedule of classes in the morning. During lunch, she took some time to call the director's mother to confirm that she would be at the welfare home in the afternoon before booking an online taxi.
After dinner, we went directly to the welfare home.
Because it was a weekday, most of the children went to school and the welfare home was very quiet.
Wen Qing led Yiou directly to the fourth floor and walked towards the dean's office.
After seeing the sign of the dean's office, Yiou paused and turned his head to look at Wen Qing: "I want to go too?"
Wen nodded lightly: "Don't you want to go?"
"It's not that I don't want to, I thought I just had to wait for you." After saying that, Io paused, took out his cell phone, and swiped the screen with his fingertips, as if he was typing.
Wen glanced at him lightly. This time, Yiou held the phone very high, brought it close to his face, and looked at it very seriously.
Plus the height difference between them, he couldn't see Io's phone screen.
And this time, Io did not tell him who the message was from or who he was chatting with.
The thought flashed through his mind, and Wen gently knocked on the door of the dean's office.
"Come in."
The dean was making tea. She looked up and saw Yiou next to Wen Qing. She paused and asked, "What is this?"
Yiou straightened his expression and nodded, "Hello, my name is Yiou, and I'm Wen Qing's..."
"roommate."
Wen Qing's eyelashes trembled, and she smiled: "Yes, he is also my boyfriend."
Io was startled.
Wen Qing smiled at him.
Seeing this, the director's mother smiled unconsciously, and said, "Please sit down. The tea is ready."
She handed Yiou the tea she had brewed, poured a glass of water for Wen Qing, and asked casually, "If you're roommates, are you and Xiao Qing in the same major?"
Yiou shook his head and told the truth: "No, our dormitory is a mixed dormitory."
"Is that so?" The dean nodded, looked at Io's demeanor while drinking tea, and asked casually, "Are you from South City?"
Hearing this, Yiou put down his teacup and replied, "Yes, Nancheng hukou."
"I have a house and a car, but my parents are both dead."
Wen Qing: “…”
Dean: “…”
After a while, the dean came back to his senses and turned to Wen Qing and said, "I almost forgot, there is a very important document with your Aunt Wang, can you help me get it?"
"Okay," Wen Qing was stunned for a moment, then stood up and said, "I'll be back soon."
The dean responded, looked at Wen Qing's back, and asked, "How is Wen Qing doing in school recently?"
"He's a very sensible kid. I'm old too, and I can't keep up with the trends of today's young people. Sometimes I don't know what to ask him."
Io whispered, "Don't worry, he is doing well in school, eating well every day, and has made a lot of friends."
"That's good," the dean's eyebrows relaxed slightly, and then changed the subject, "Yiou, although I am not Wen Qing's real mother, I have always treated him as my own child."
"Let me be honest with you. You don't look like you come from an ordinary family."
"I don't mind the gender of Wen Qing's future partner, but I don't want him to be deceived."
Yiou raised his eyelids, looked at the dean, and said seriously: "Don't worry, Wen Qing and I are serious."
The dean opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but quickly swallowed his words back and asked, "How long have you been dating?"
Io thought for a moment and said, "One day."
Dean: “…”
“…That’s pretty serious.”
…
When Wen Qing came back with the briefcase, Yiou was no longer in the office.
He glanced around and handed the file bag to the dean: "Auntie Wang has been looking for it for a long time."
The dean took the file bag and put it aside.
Wen Qing watched her movements and pursed her lips.
It didn't look like an important document, as if he was deliberately allowed to leave.
"Where's Io?"
The dean lowered his head and drank his tea: "He said he wanted to go out for a walk."
Wen Qing responded and asked directly, "Did you tell him anything?"
The dean smiled and said gently, "We talked about some of your things."
"Don't worry, I didn't say anything. I just hope he won't hurt you."
Wen Qing lowered his eyes and said slowly: "He is very good to me."
The dean nodded: "I know, otherwise you wouldn't have brought her back after just one day of dating."
Wen Qing didn't expect Yiou to mention that they had only been dating for a day. Her cheeks were slightly hot, and she whispered, "But we have known each other for a long time."
The dean put down his teacup and said gently, "I don't know Yiou, but I have seen many similar rich kids. They are all very serious at the beginning, but they get bored after a while."
Wen opened his mouth briefly, wanting to defend Yiou.
The dean raised his hand and gently ruffled his hair: "You don't need to say anything, I just hope you can protect yourself well."
"Xiao Wenqing is finally in love and is going to start enjoying life. I'm very happy."
Wen Qing's eyes were slightly red, and she hugged the dean: "I am very happy too."
After chatting with the dean for a while, Wen Qing said goodbye reluctantly and went to find Yiou.
Just like the last time he came to the orphanage, Io sat on the swing near the entrance, but this time there were no children to make him leave.
Io looked down at his phone, his long legs crossed carelessly.
Wen Qing walked up to him and saw his phone screen.
The browser title is very eye-catching.
[What should I say when I meet my future mother-in-law for the first time? 】
Wen Qing: “…”
He lowered his eyes and saw the answer with the most likes.
[Owns a house and a car, but both parents are dead. 】
Wen Qing: “…”
So just now at the office door, Yio was not chatting with anyone, but was cramming for an exam.
Wen Qing couldn't help curling her lips and smiled, "Do you have a car?"
Yiou put away his phone and said calmly, "I have money."
"Rounding it off means you have a car."
Wen Qing said "oh", hesitated for a moment, and slowly asked: "So how do you feel now?"
Yiou raised an eyebrow: "Glad, glad to see you."
"I'm not asking about that," Wen Qing paused and looked into his eyes, "I'm talking about introducing you to the dean's mother."
"I just don't think it's necessary to tell strangers about our relationship, but it's different to tell family and friends."
He thought for a moment and said seriously, "I like to introduce important people to important people."
Io's Adam's apple rolled, and he stood up, put his arms around his waist, and held him in his arms.
"Why do you always say sweet words in public?"
"Wen Qing, I'm almost hard."
Wen Qing: “…”
Io continued, "I want to make love to you."
Wen Qing: “…”
His eyelids twitched, and he couldn't help but ask, "Are you a beast?"
Io thought for two seconds and asked, "Can animals have sex?"
"If I may, I am."
Wen Qing: “…”
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com