Chapter 3： Chapter3

Jian Songyi took the back seat habitually, but Bai Huai didn't know why he got in the co-pilot.

He looked at the back of Bai Huai's damp head, and finally felt a little more relieved. He languidly collapsed on the leather seat, took out his phone, and clicked on the WeChat group chat [two a one o].

Lu Qifeng: [Bo Huai really came back? ]

Jian Songyi: [Hmm]

Zhou Xiaoluo: [Song brother, look at one of the posts! ]

Jian Songyi: [Am I free? ]

Lu Qifeng: [No. 1 Post Bar because Bai Huai is about to explode after coming back]

Zhou Xiaoluo: [Really, Brother Song, our school hasn’t had any response yet, but the first high school really exploded. The new transfer boss seems to have cultural and historical heritage]

Jian Songyi: [Do you all liberal arts students use the same words]

Although Jian Songyi said that he did not want to, he cut out the WeChat interface and clicked on the webpage of Yizhong Post Bar.

It was indeed exploded.

Twenty posts on a page, ten with Bai Huai's name, and five with Big Brother.

The title of the most popular post is [That man, he is back].

Click to go in, the picture of the main building is a picture of Bai Huai at the entrance of the South Outer.

He was standing in the rain with an umbrella. The crisp white shirt showed an alpha-superior shoulder width and waist. His legs were even more awkward. The exposed section of his ankle was slender and strong, with clear bones.

He was taller, mature, and stronger than when he was fourteen, only the small mole under the corner of his eye remained the same.

Attachment to the main building: Three years after leaving Nancheng, the man returned and became more perfect.

[My male **** is back! ! I can do it again! ! ]

[The most a in Nancheng is finally back! My crush is not be]

[What's the matter with this man? ! How did you become more handsome? ! My eyes are pregnant today]

[Are you as for? Even if Bai Huai comes back, what's the matter with you? ]

[This year's Beicheng and Huaqing's independent enrollment quota is one less, I will go to the question, goodbye everyone]

[I went too]

[Ah, why did the male **** go to Nanwai! Is it too late for me to transfer to Nanwai now? ! ]

...

[Why doesn't Bai Huai return to the first middle school? ]

Hundreds of floors of tall buildings stopped abruptly because of the last problem.

It's like some kind of tacit taboo.

Jian Songyi withdrew from the post, sighed, and this group of people hasn't forgotten that little mess.

And as for, Bai Huai was only fourteen years old when he left, and he was a kid. Where did he get such a charm? A group of people closed their eyes and blew blindly, returning the most aces in Nancheng, huh.

Have him a?

Jian Songyi thought of this and couldn't help but open the post again, click on the picture, and watched it for three seconds.

Well, indeed without him a, the people in No. 1 Middle School are the same as Zhou Luo, not good at aesthetics.

Looking at it, he suddenly remembered something and raised his eyebrows.

Didn't this person bring an umbrella?

It must have been a wicked young man who escorted him away, and as a result he was ridiculed for nothing.

The corners of Young Master Jane's lips pressed into a straight line slightly displeased.

Bai Huai looked up at the rearview mirror, then turned his head and looked out the window.

Dark clouds pressed over the city, the sky was dim, the huge raindrops hit the street buildings, soaking deep colors, and the entire city was filled with fascinating and gray prosperity.

They are what he remembered.

The Jian family and the Bai family are family acquaintances, and they have been brothers from the trenches since the grandfather's generation.

Later, Jian Songyi's grandfather and Bai Huai's grandfather were assigned to Nancheng together, and moved their family from the north to become neighbors.

Later, the old man of the Jian family died, and the house of the Jian family was taken back. Jian Songyi's father chose to do business, but Bai Huai and his father returned to Beicheng. With the roots of the Bo family and the wings of the old man, the clouds went up.

The two families should have moved away like this, but Baihuai and his aunt also followed Jian Songyi and his dad to the sea. The two jointly monopolized Nancheng's real estate and retail. Old man Bai was old again and rejected Beicheng’s promotion and transfer several times. , So the two families simply bought the house together.

In the mansion area in the city center, the small European-style buildings shaded by plane trees stand opposite each other across a boulevard and two lawns. The windows can see the windows and the doors can see the doors.

Jian Songyi and Bai Huai grew up wearing crotch pants together in this environment.

However, the Jane family loves his son. From elementary school to middle school, they are picking up the best private schools, for fear that the young master will be a little wronged. However, because of his love for feathers, Bai Huai's father made Bai Huai go to the public under the nine-year compulsory system. Later, he moved to Beicheng on the third day of the junior high. Therefore, there were not many real confrontations between the two.

Jian Songyi felt that if Bai Huai were a girl, maybe they could have achieved a beautiful legend of childhood sweethearts and happy friends.

It's a pity that this person Bai Huai.

Gee.

He looked at the sycamore leaves that were knocked down by the rain outside the window, sighed slightly, opened the door, and got out of the car.

After Bai Huai transferred to another school, the father and son had never returned to Nancheng. Only during the Chinese New Year would Grandpa Bo go to Beicheng to gather. So in fact, Jian Songyi spent more time with Grandpa Bo in the past three years than Bo Huai.

When I entered Bo’s house, I followed my own house. During the meal, he kept reminding Mr. Bo what to avoid for high blood pressure, and reminded him to take medicine after the meal.

It seemed that Bo Huai, the genuine young master of the Bo family, looked like an outsider.

However, my grandson is my grandson. Grandpa Bo holds Jian Songyi’s hand and is talking about Bai Huai: "Little Yi, grandpa knows that you have a good grade. Now Xiao Huai has been transferred to your class. Are you free? Just help him out, or I'm afraid this kid can't keep up."

Jian Songyi glanced at Bai Huai, who was sitting on the opposite sofa, and felt that he had to find the spot where he lost his height today.

The corners of his lips curled up: "Okay, Grandpa, this is all on my body, but you know, I don’t have much patience, and I’m afraid I won’t be able to teach it all the time. I was anxious and quarreled with Bai Huai. Don’t blame me."

After speaking, the corner of the eye was picked up, and the gaze flicked from the end of the eye and glanced at Bai Huai.

He is a peachy eye with an inner hook and an outer hook. With such a sweep, the provocative taste is fully displayed.

He didn't really want to coach Bai Huai, and because of the peacock's temperament, Bo Huai would let him coach?

impossible.

He just wanted to be ashamed of him.

However, he did not expect that Bai Huai just raised his eyelids and glanced at him lightly.

"Your home, my home?"

"?"

Why is this your home and my home?

When Jian Songyi was sitting in front of the desk in Baihuai's bedroom and was one book's distance from his elbow, he raised his head and looked at the pot of cedar outside his bedroom window in the small building opposite, and was silent for a while.

Is he sick or Bai Huai sick?

Why did you really start counseling?

Are they such a friendly and harmonious relationship?

Jian Songyi was dull in silence.

A hand reached him.

Slender and well-proportioned, with well-defined joints, the back of the hand can see the light blue blood vessels under the cold white skin.

Knocking his fingers on the desktop: "Return to God."

When he knocked, Jian Songyi faintly smelled something, and frowned, "Bo Huai, would you like to be so boring and spray perfume on your wrist?"

Bai Huai squinted at him: "Which nostril do you smell?"

Jian Songyi was serious: "How do I know which nostril I smelled? They were so close, and they didn't give me a report."

"..."

Bai Huai turned his head and looked at him like a fool.

His eyebrows are narrow and long, and his pupils are light. He didn't wear glasses at the moment, and his eyes were a bit sloppy. When he looked at people unconsciously, he brought a wave of indifferent disdain, and raised his wrists provocatively: Smell it?"

"Okay."

"..."

Jian Songyi really grabbed his wrist, lowered his head, sniffed twice, and raised his eyebrows suspiciously after sniffing: "Strange, why doesn't it taste anymore."

His breath carried the vivid heat of a young man, and it fell on the cool skin of his wrist, causing a slight hot itching.

Bai Huai withdrew his hand calmly, "Because I didn't spray it at all."

"No, I just really smelled it." Young Master Jian felt that he had been greatly wronged. "My nose thief, every time your grandpa eats supper, I can catch him at home. It is absolutely impossible to smell it wrong. If you have the ability, let me smell it again."

As he spoke, he put his left hand on the back of Bai Huai's chair, turned his head, bent down, and moved towards the back of his neck.

His logic is simple. If you spray perfume on your wrist, you must also spray on the aorta.

However, just as the hair on his forehead swept over Bai Huai's neck, the back of the chair on his hand was suddenly pushed back.

Bai Huai stood up swiftly and neatly, turned sideways, avoiding him, cast his eyes down coldly, and his tone passed a trace of imperceptible irritability: "Jian Songyi, do you have any common sense?"

Jian Songyi was stunned, and realized that he was being shaken by someone, and the young master suddenly got angry: "I heard that you didn't spray perfume on your body, why don't you have common sense? Two lords, you Is his mother still shy?"

Bai Huai ignored him, and closed the workbook with a "pop" in a calm tone: "I have done the last big question, you can go back."

He dare to give him a banquet order.

Jian Songyi smiled directly, and stood up without saying a word. The chair was pushed back for a long time because of the excessive movement, rubbing against the wooden floor to make a sharp and piercing sound.

"Who are you so rare?"

After speaking, he went downstairs with a "puff", and the door was slammed shut.

Although Jian Songyi has a temper, he usually pays more attention to his words and deeds in front of his elders.

This way, it is very popular.

Bai Huai looked at the orange light that quickly turned on in the opposite room, put down the exercise book in his hand, pinched his eyebrows, picked up the phone on the table, and clicked on the top dialog box.

If Jian Songyi was considered to be the eldest young master of a wealthy family in ancient times, then Bai Huai should have been the eldest son of a prime minister no matter what, only the temper was greater than him, and there was no less temper.

But the biggest advantage of Jian Songyi is that he is not afraid of power. He felt that Bai Huai had just pretended to be a little bit, and there was nothing to be afraid of, so he insisted on not taking back his eldest temperament.

However, since childhood, Bai Huai didn't know whether he was too lazy to care about him, or for other reasons. He always indulged him intentionally or unintentionally, and he really developed a temper that he couldn't bear any wrongdoing.

But fortunately, Jian Songyi's temper came quickly and went quickly, and everything was fine after taking a shower.

Holding the towel in one hand and rubbing his hair, he took out the phone in the other to apologize to Grandpa Bo.

It was rude not to say goodnight to the old man when I left Bo's house.

He opened WeChat, and a red dot lit up in the upper right corner of a familiar portrait.

The portrait is white and the nickname has only one letter, b.

The last chat record in the dialog box was the New Year greetings that Jian Songyi's mother forced him to send.

There is only one new message: [Don’t sniff other people’s glands in the future]

The water droplets on the forehead dripped from the tips of the hair, "click--" hit the phone screen.

Jian Songyi's lips curled up, turning out to be really shy.

Yes, I blame him for not taking physiology class well and for being undifferentiated, so he is too slow, and he didn't pay attention to measure, and I can't blame Master Bai for being angry.

Your own fault must be coaxed.

Then his fingertips moved slightly and quickly returned to the past.

[It smells good, be confident]

Although Bai Huai did not admit that he sprayed the perfume, Jian Songyi was sure that he smelled it.

It is a clear, cold fragrance, like a pine forest with snow.

It really smells good.

And at that moment he felt an unspeakable physical and mental comfort, so he could never make a mistake.

This Meng Sao is just spraying perfume.

When Bai Huai received this WeChat message, he raised his head, looked at the dangling figure reflected on the opposite curtain, and squinted his eyes.

Some people just owe it.

But it seems to be able to smell the pheromone, and it should be about to enter the differentiation period.