Chapter 84：

On this day, Yan Qiu quickly finished his dinner and hid in the room secretly in a mysterious sweater activity.

After Ji Xinglan washed the dishes, he obediently went to work in the study. No one bothered him, saying Qiu was just clean.

He quietly locked the door of the room, and then followed the tutorial found on the terminal, holding two long sweater needles to learn how to knit a scarf.

Yan Qiu lived for nineteen years, and this was the first time such a thing was done. You have to know that he didn't even participate in the shuttlecock and rubber band jumping in Omega's physical education class. He was even more embarrassed to ask the girls how to knit sweaters, so he had to hide and watch videos to learn.

Yan Qiu originally wanted to consult Bai Yuanyuan, but Bai Yuanyuan not only did not, but also surprised and asked if he had given Ji Xing Lanzhi.

Yan Qiusheng was afraid that she had leaked her words and categorically denied it. Otherwise, Ji Xinglan may not even know it here, the netizens of the whole school already know it.

Knowing that Ji Xinglan was picky, Yan Qiu chose black wool specially. On the one hand, black is a good match, on the other hand, if it is weaved, it will not be too ugly.

But things like knitting sweaters are easy to do and difficult to do. Yan Qiu feels like a patient with a cerebellar underdeveloped dyskinesia, how to look and feel awkward, each finger has its own ideas, and does not listen to him at all 'S call!

After half an hour of tossing, Yan Qiu came up with a detailed one.

In the field of knitting yarns, scarves are already the most basic and entry-level items. You only need to weave a long piece of fabric without any complicated patterns and shapes, and you don't need to learn any complicated stitching methods.

But just repeating this boring and boring action is enough to make Yan Qiu's head big, so why should he do this kind of thing with his own hands, why not use a machine?

But in order to be sincere, and for Master Ji's face, Yan Qiu can only knit the scarf with his own hands.

He felt like a scarce knitting machine without emotion, knotting indifferently, one hook, another knot, and another hook.

It's really painful to say Qiu this "little straight man". He felt that he had been sitting here knitting a scarf for a century, but the little bit of fruit in his hands reminded him: No, you have to knit for a long time.

Weaving alone has made Yan Qiu's head big, and it is even slower to operate while Ji Xinglan doesn't know.

Yanqiu used various pieces of time, knitting a few stitches when taking a bath, knitting a few stitches when going to the bathroom, turning off the lights and watching TV in the living room, taking advantage of the black paint to touch the black knitting stitches when he was invisible.

Yanqiu sighed while weaving.

In this way, he didn't hit anyone, and he must have really loved Ji Xinglan.

In order to make time for knitting sweaters, Yan Qiu firmly refused to allow Ji Xinglan to sleep with him at night. He locked the door early at 7 or 8 every day, and even gave him no room to play.

Every night when Ji Xinglan ran out of the study and was about to entangle with Yanqiu for three hundred rounds, the cold bedroom door had already closed in front of him.

Resolute, indifferent and merciless.

After three or four days in a row, Ji Xinglan, who was alone on the empty sofa, couldn't bear it anymore and pulled out the killer from the drawer of the study--

This is his home, how could he not have a spare key!

That night, listening to the silence in the bedroom, Ji Xinglan walked quietly to the door.

There was still faint light leaking through the bedroom door, and Yan Qiu was clearly not asleep, but there was no sound.

A person was hiding in the bedroom, and the light was turned on at this late hour, and he didn't know what he was doing.

Ji Xinglan's eyes sank, and he gently inserted the key into the keyhole, turned silently, and then pushed the door in.

Yan Qiu was illuminated by a bed lamp above his head, and he was lying on the bed knitting sweaters boringly and yawning while watching the variety show killing time.

Yu Guang glanced at the door of the bedroom and was suddenly pushed open, shaking with fright. He clearly locked the door!

When he saw that the person was Ji Xinglan, he was neither a ghost nor a robber. The heart that scared his throat was taken back again, and he quickly put the sweater needle and thread into the quilt and pretended to be looking at the terminal.

Ji Xinglan walked in without any hassle, turned around the room in Yan Qiu's vigilant eyes, suddenly opened the wardrobe, looked at the bottom of the bed, and pulled the curtains away.

"What are you looking for?" Yan Qiu couldn't help asking him.

"No one?" He said to himself. That tone seemed to come to catch adultery. Searching to no avail, Ji Xinglan walked towards Yan Qiu's bed again.

"Do what you do."

When Ji Xinglan asked him to lift the quilt, Yan Qiu stared at him cautiously, sneezing severely.

The hand that came to lift his quilt stopped in the air, and he stopped suddenly, pulling him up instead.

"Do not sleep in the middle of the night, what are you doing sneaky?" Ji Xinglan leaned over, and the shadow suddenly covered Yan Qiu.

Yan Qiu flinched into the quilt, silently tucked the wool under the pillow to prevent Ji Xinglan from discovering it when he came to lift him.

"You're sneaky, why did you suddenly run in?" He asked daringly:

"Can't sleep." Ji Xinglan sat down beside the bed. The orange bed lamp above his head gilded his eyelashes with gold, making his eyes softer.

"It's so tiring to sleep on the sofa." The man put his head on Yan Qiu's shoulder and said lazily.

Yanqiu glanced at him, but didn't push him away, but he pressed his lower lip quietly: "You asked for it."

"But didn't you say you were sleeping on the floor before," Ji Xinglan said, "Can't I sleep on the ground."

"No." Yan Qiuyi categorically refused. "The ghost knows whether you will sneak up."

"..." Ji Xinglan said righteously, "I'm not that kind of person. When I say sleep on the floor, I will definitely sleep on the floor. At most, I will drag you into my bed to sleep with me on the floor."

Yan Qiu remembered the experience of waking up on the sofa that day, and his forehead twitched. It doesn't feel very pleasant.

"You're sick, why do you still have to sleep on the floor when you have a bed." Yan Qiu looked entangled, but his wool was still stuffed under the pillow, which may expose the stuffing at any time, so Ji Xinglan opened it first, "Hey, it's done. It's not too late, you first ... go to the bath. "

"--You are in bed today, but you can only lie down without any disturbances." Yan Qiu lowered his eyes and added a little shyly.

"Otherwise continue to sleep on the sofa."

Receiving this threat, Ji Xinglan did not dare to act rashly, saying Qiu turned off the lights, and soon fell asleep under the comfort of the familiar pheromone.

...

Early the next morning, Yan Qiu gave up sleeping laziness, got up at four or five in the morning and sneaked a few times, intending to sleep quietly again.

When Ji Xinglan woke up, he woke up with him as if nothing had happened.

But Ji Xinglan's vigilance is much higher than Yan Qiu's imagination.

When he just opened the drawer and took out the wool, the man lying next to him twitched his eyelashes, as if there were signs of waking up.

Seeing the wrong momentum, Yan Qiu didn't even have the time to pull the drawer away. He quickly threw the yarn down on the ground and heard a familiar voice asking him, "What are you doing."

Looking back, Ji Xinglan really opened his eyes. Yan Qiu was afraid of seeing him, and quickly shifted the topic to attract his attention.

He humiliated and rubbed into Ji Xinglan's arms. "Nothing."

Because he just got up, the voice was a little bit soft, and the whole was a gesture of humiliation, Ji Xinglan suddenly froze.

He was beaten into the Cold Palace for several days without such treatment as a beautiful woman. He was so excited and overwhelmed, as if walking on the street for no reason and was hit by a pie.

Yan Qiu gritted his teeth, sent them all, and got out, and simply hugged the man backhand. This trick worked, and Ji Xinglan was too lazy to see what he had just thrown down on the ground, and holding his lips was a deep kiss that he couldn't wait for.

Early in the morning, he gave a hug to him, and Yan Qiu realized what he meant to be death.

..╭ Honor == ╮

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The room was filled with hotter breath, Yan Qiu raised his sore arm, Yan Qiu stomped away from the man who refused to rise up on him.

Yan Qiu sat up with his sore waist, smashed the pillow on the man's face, and hid the wool in the drawer of the bedside table.

On his side, Alpha, who was full and drunk, lay contentedly, one hand still touching Yan Qiu's smooth back.

Ji Xinglan's shirt spread out, her hair scattered on the bed, her beautiful eyes smiled at him. As soon as he smiled, Yan Qiu blushed, and did not embarrass his face.

Looking at the early morning sun outside the window, Yan Qiu sat on the bed holding his knees, rubbing his eyes tiredly and sighing, feeling the hand touching his spine.

In order to prevent Ji Xinglan from discovering, he actually betrayed his body and soul.

He paid too much for the broken scarf of this dog day.

Ji Xinglan kissed him lazily and finally turned over to change his clothes.

When he walked over to draw the curtain, he suddenly grabbed something from the coffee table and turned his head to ask Yan Qiu: "What is this."

Yan Qiu looked up, and Ji Xinglan was holding the bag of yarn **** he had fallen on the sofa.

Xie Yu gave him the bag printed with a maternal and child store.

On that side, Ji Xinglan saw Yan Qiu not talking, and fixed his eyes on the paper bag. He didn't know what complicated psychological activities he had experienced. He looked at Yan Qiu with a complex face for a long while.

For a long while, a cross-examination was like a sharp blade breaking through the silence in the air: "What time is it."

Yan Qiu puzzled, "Ah?"

Ji Xinglan used five fingers to force the thin plastic bag tightly into a ball in his hand, walked to Yan Qiu and asked him, "I said, what do you have children?"

"..."

Looking at his posture, Yan Qiu knew that he had misunderstood, and suddenly he couldn't help but want to laugh: "How can I have any children."

And Ji Xinglan was even more puzzled thinking about Yan Qiu hiding and hiding these days. "Then what is this?"

But Yan Qiu couldn't tell the truth, only to tell the truth: "I got the bag from Xie Yu."

"..." Master Ji was even more puzzled. "When did Xie Yu have children?"

"There is you," Yan Qiu said angrily. "He used this bag to hold me something else."

"Oh ... what kind of stuff?" Ji Xinglan seemed to understand, staring straight at his eyes, and asked seriously.

He spotted Huadian accurately and he blocked his mouth rascally: "What do you care about me, can't I install teaching reference books?"

Yan Qiu turned away and ignored him, and began to change clothes on his own.

The man stared at his thin back and lines, reached out and touched it, and said to himself with a slap:

"It stands to reason that we have slept so many times, it is not impossible ..."

"Maybe your uncle." Yan Qiu was furious and snapped his hand and quickly put on his clothes. "Impossible!"

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