It seemed that Iou's breath still remained on Wen Qing's cheeks. He flexed his fingers, and the fingertips touched the edges and corners of the milk bottle, which felt a little painful, but the corners of his mouth raised unconsciously.
After realizing it, Wen Qing pressed the corner of her mouth quickly, lowered her head and bit the straw, and said slowly: "You buy and sell by force, and you also lend usury."
Io tilted his head and said without changing his face: "After all, I am not an ordinary person."
"Eat my food," he paused, looked at Wen Qing's pale and tender cheeks, and said casually, "Whatever happens... I have to sell myself to pay off the debt."
Io bit the sound of the last four words emphatically.
It's not hard to imagine what he wants.
Wen Qing blinked, bit the straw, and slowly sipped the milk.
The straw pressed against the wall of the bottle, making a slight fluttering sound.
He didn't speak, but responded.
In the next second, Wen Qing felt the strength in Io's hand increase, and shook his hand firmly.
Io: "You're cheating."
Wen Qing: "???"
Io whispered: "How can I still listen to the class like this?"
Wen Qing glanced at him and corrected him: "You didn't come to attend the class."
Io raised his eyebrows and lowered his voice: "So you deliberately hooked me?"
Wen Qing's face remained unchanged: "I didn't."
"It's your own thoughts that are not correct."
"Listen to the meditation class later to consolidate your ideological and moral foundation."
Io: "..."
Wen Qing drank the milk in two or three sips, picked up the phone casually, and saw the message full of screen.
It's all Song Qiang's news.
Song Qiang: [Speak up! !]
Song Qiang: [Quickly tell me if it’s Io!]
Song Qiang: [Where are people? ! !]
Song Qiang: [Is it Iou? right?]
...
Wen Qing glanced at Io, paused with his fingertips, and typed slowly.
Noticing his expression, Io narrowed his eyes and asked, "Whose news?"
Wen Qing thought for a while, and said the truth: "Song Qiang's."
"I just asked him if it's normal for couples to accompany me to class. He thought I was asking about you."
He lowered his head and typed a "yes".
Wen Qing: [Yes.]
Song Qiang: [I knew it!]
Song Qiang: [Did you see that Yi Ou accompanied his partner to class?]
Song Qiang: [Wait, how did you see it? Aren't you a small class for your major this morning?]
Song Qiang: [Fuck! I see!]
Song Qiang: [Iou's target is the students of your major, right? !]
Song Qiang's typing speed was really too fast, just as Wen Qing answered a question, the other party threw out several more questions.
Io moved closer, and after seeing the chat records, he said pointedly: "Someone asked about our relationship."
The implication is that it's time to show off.
Wen Qing was silent for a moment, then continued to answer Song Qiang's question: [Well, it's our specialty.]
Song Qiang: [! ! !]
Song Qiang: [I am Song Sherlock Holmes Conan Kindaichi Qiang.]
Wen Qing: […]
Song Qiang: [You are professional in public administration, why did you hide it from us?]
Song Qiang: [It seems that something is wrong, because I can't hide it from you, so I told you, but didn't tell us...]
Looking at Song Qiang's reply, Wen Qing always felt something was wrong, and suspected that Song Qiang must be far away from the correct answer again.
Just about to type, Song Qiang's video call popped up on the screen.
Wen lightly pressed the connect button, and Song Qiang's big face appeared on the screen of the mobile phone. The background was still a classroom chair. It was obvious that he was squatting under the table to make the call.
Song Qiang lowered his voice, and said mysteriously: "I thought about it seriously just now. Iou 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."
At the beginning it was just a joke, but later he asked Io not to show off, so he didn't find a chance to confess.
"Don't lie to me," Song Qiang paused, lowering his voice, "Is the relationship between Io and his partner the kind that is not convenient to disclose?"
Probably because he was afraid that other students would hear, Song Qiang's voice was so soft that Wen Qing didn't hear clearly, so he put the phone to his ear and asked, "What did you just say?"
"I said, isn't it convenient to disclose the relationship between Io and his object?"
Wen Qing was stunned for a moment. Huaguo passed the same-sex marriage law a few years ago. Although same-sex marriage is not mainstream, it is not the kind that cannot be made public.
"Well… "
Wen Qing was still thinking about how to tell Song Qiang that her cheek accidentally touched the phone screen.
The front camera turns into a rear camera.
In Song Qiang's view, the classroom scene suddenly appeared on the dark screen.
As if Wen Qing gave him a hint.
A female teacher in her thirties could be vaguely seen standing on the podium wearing a long skirt.
Accompanying the class, it is not convenient to disclose...
Song Qiang's face changed slightly, and he said in disbelief: "Fuck, teacher, teacher-student love?"
Wen Qing: "???"
He held the phone in front of him, and saw the substitute teacher on the screen of the phone.
"No—" as soon as he uttered a word, the video was hung up.
Wen gently put down the phone in silence and looked at Io.
Yi Ou laughed angrily: "Song Qiang..."
He picked up his phone and clicked on the dormitory group.
Yi Ou: [My partner @文吉.]
The dormitory group was quiet for a few seconds, and a message from Song Qiang popped up.
Song Qiang: [It's over, it's over, did I guess right just now? Io is all about you.]
Song Qiang: [Are you forced?]
The message was sent out for two seconds and quickly withdrawn.
Wen Qing fell silent. It seemed that Song Qiang was going to privately send the news to him.
Yi Ou was silent for a moment, took a photo of holding hands with Wen Qing, and sent it to the group.
The crowd was still very quiet.
After a while, Song Qiang's message popped up.
Song Qiang: [Congratulations.]
Song Qiang: [Brother, I believe, I really believe!]
Song Qiang: [You don't have to do this.]
Io: "..."
Wen Qing: "..."
It still looks unbelievable.
Wen Qing turned her head to look at Io, only to see Io looking at the phone screen expressionlessly.
He smiled and asked, "Are you okay this afternoon?"
Io hummed, and asked back, "Are you going to beat up Song Qiang?"
Wen Qing: "...No."
"I want to go back to the orphanage."
Io put away his phone and replied, "Okay, I'll accompany you."
Wen Qing's class was full in the morning, so she took time to call the dean's mother during lunch time to confirm that she was in the orphanage in the afternoon before making an appointment for an online car-hailing car.
After dinner, go directly to the orphanage.
Because it was a working day, the children almost all went to school, and the orphanage was very quiet.
Wen Qing led Io up to the fourth floor, towards the dean's office.
After seeing the sign of the dean's office, Io paused, 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'll just wait for you." After finishing speaking, Io paused, took out his mobile phone, and swipe the screen with his fingertips, as if typing.
Wen glanced at him lightly. Io held the phone very high this time, and leaned in front of him, looking at it seriously.
Coupled with the height difference between the two, he couldn't see Iou's phone screen.
And this time, Io didn't tell him who the news was, who he was chatting with.
With a flash of thought, Wen gently knocked on the door of the dean's office.
"Come in."
The dean was making tea, she looked up, and when she saw Io beside Wen Qing, she paused: "This is it?"
Io straightened his expression, nodded and said: "Hi, my name is Io, I'm gentle..."
"roommate."
Wen Qing's eyelashes trembled, and she said with a smile, "Well, he's also my boyfriend."
Io was taken aback.
Wen Qing smiled at him.
Seeing this, the dean's mother unconsciously showed a smile on her face, and she said with a smile: "Sit down, the tea is ready."
She handed Io the brewed tea, poured another glass of water for Wen Qing, and asked casually, "If it's a roommate, are you and Xiao Qing the same professional?"
Io shook his head and said truthfully: "No, our dormitory is a mixed dormitory."
"I see," the dean nodded, looked at Io's demeanor drinking tea, and asked casually, "Are you from Nancheng?"
Hearing this, Io put down his teacup and replied, "Yes, Nancheng Hukou."
"There is a house and a car, and both parents are dead."
Wen Qing: "..."
Dean: "..."
After a while, the dean came back to his senses, turned his head and said to Wen Qing: "I almost forgot, there is a very important document with your Aunt Wang, please help me to get it."
"Okay," Wen Qing froze for a moment, got up and said, "I'll be back soon."
The dean responded, looked at Wen Qing's back, and asked, "How is Wen Qing doing at school recently?"
"He's a very sensible kid, and I'm too old to keep up with the trend of young people, and sometimes I don't know what to ask him."
Io said softly: "Don't worry, he is doing well in school, eating well every day, and has made many friends."
"That's good." The dean stretched his brows a little, and then changed the topic, "Io, although I'm not Wen Qing's real mother, I always treat him as my own child."
"Let me be honest with you, you don't look like an ordinary family."
"I don't mind the gender of Wen Qing's future partner, but I don't want him to be deceived."
Yi Ou raised his eyelids, looked straight at the dean, and said seriously: "Don't worry, Wen Qing and I are serious."
The dean opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but quickly swallowed the words back, and said, "How long have you been dating?"
Io thought for a while: "One day."
Dean: "..."
"... that's pretty serious."
…
When Wen Qing came back with the file bag, Io was no longer in the office.
He glanced around and handed the file bag to the dean: "Aunt 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 doesn't look like an important document, it seems like he was deliberately asked to leave.
"Where's Io?"
The dean bowed his head to drink tea: "He said he wanted to go out for a stroll."
Wen Qing responded, and asked straight to the point: "Did you say anything to him?"
The dean smiled, and said softly, "I talked about some things about you."
"Don't worry, I didn't say anything, I just hope he won't hurt you."
Wen Qing lowered her eyes and said slowly, "He treats me very well."
The dean nodded: "I know, otherwise you wouldn't date for a day, so you brought it back."
Wen Qing didn't expect Io to say that they had only dated for a day, her cheeks were slightly hot, and she whispered, "But we've known each other for a long time."
The dean put down his teacup and said gently: "I don't know Iou well, but I have seen many similar rich kids. They are all very serious at the beginning, but they get bored after a long time."
Wen Qing opened his mouth, wanting to defend Io.
The dean raised his hand and gently rubbed his hair: "You don't need to say anything, I just hope you can protect yourself."
"Xiao Wenqing is finally in love and is going to start enjoying life. I am very happy."
Wen Qing's eyes were slightly red, and she hugged the dean: "I am also very happy."
After chatting with the dean for a while, Wen Qing reluctantly bid farewell and went to find Io.
Just like the last time he came to the orphanage, Io sat on the swing near the entrance, but this time no children asked him to leave.
Io looked down at the phone, his slender legs carelessly crossed.
Wen Qing walked to his side and saw his mobile phone screen.
The title of the browser is very prominent.
[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.
[Having a house and a car, both parents died.]
Wen Qing: "..."
So at the door of the office just now, Io wasn't chatting with someone, but just cramming.
Wen Qing couldn't help bending her lips, and said with a smile, "Do you have a car?"
Io put away his phone and said without changing his expression, "I have money."
"Rounding up, there is a car."
Wen lightly sighed, hesitated for a moment, and asked slowly: "Then how do you feel now?"
Io raised his eyebrows: "Happy, happy to see you."
"I didn't ask this," Wen paused, looking into his eyes, "I mean introducing you to the dean's mother."
"I just don't think it's necessary to tell strangers about our relationship, but telling family and friends is different."
He thought for a while and said seriously: "I like to introduce important people to important people."
Io rolled his Adam's apple, got up and wrapped his arms around his waist, and pulled him into his arms.
"Why do you always talk about love in public?"
"Wen Qing, I'm going hard."
Wen Qing: "..."
Io continued, "I want to have sex with you."
Wen Qing: "..."
His eyelids twitched, and he couldn't help but say, "Are you a beast?"
Io thought for a second and asked, "Can animals have sex?"
"I am, if I may."
Wen Qing: "..."