[BL] Dressed as The School Grass' Ex-boyfriend [Transmigration]

Chapter 21

On the TV in the living room, there are currently popular TV shows.

Xu Shizheng saw the wonderful place, and there was a burst of joyful laughter outside.

Jing Miao, who was in the period of changing his voice, still had a slight hoarse voice, and was facing his father Jing like a baby: “Dad, that’s the phone used by the male lead! I want that! You buy me!”

Jingfu’s voice was soft and angrily said: “What kind of mobile phone to buy, be obedient, you are now at a critical stage, and you can learn more.”

“Buy it, buy it,” Jing Miao held Jingfu’s arm and kept shaking: “Dad, you can buy it for me, okay? My classmates have it. I promise not to delay studying, okay? Okay? "

Father Jing coughed, after all he couldn’t resist his son’s request: “Okay, I’ll buy it for you! But I can’t afford to learn, have you heard?”

Jing Miao cheered: “Dad, you are so kind!”

Jing Ci stood barefoot on the chilly floor and lowered his eyes slightly as he listened to the laughter and laughter outside.

After a while, he picked up the phone.

In the box of 1982, Zheng Que finished singing a song, put down the microphone, drank saliva to moisturize his throat, and turned his head to look at He porridge next to him: “What the hell is it? Why isn’t Brother Jiao coming? "

Zheng Que will have his birthday next Tuesday, just in time for school. A group of friends, friends, and friends discussed it in private, and simply opened a box in 1982 to celebrate Zheng Que’s birthday and spend the end of the month holiday.

Zheng Que is usually well-known. Tonight, a boxer arrived in Wuwuyang. As soon as he entered the house, he drove the ghost and cried out.

“I don’t know what he’s up to,” He porridge said while eating fruit, “Let him come with us, but he didn’t. He said he was going home to take a bath and change clothes. Hey no, why is he doing this from now on? ?”

Peng Chengcheng poured two bottles of beer. He was already a little bit drunk at the moment. Hearing the words, his expressionless expression said: “Idol baggage.”

He porridge rolled his eyes and said, “Take him.” After a pause, he said, “It’s not necessarily. Maybe it was going home to get a present for Lao Zheng. It was an excuse deliberately.”

When Zheng Que heard this, he was eager to try: “Don’t you say I haven’t thought of a gift yet, what do you say, why do I look forward to it so much.”

Several people were talking, the door of the box was opened, and Ying Jiao walked in from outside wearing black casual clothes.

“I’m going.” He rubbed his ears and frowned when listening to the song that was not in the tune: “Are you Xiaoyue?”

“Don’t talk about those there!” Zheng Que jumped up to him and stretched out his hand at him: “Where is my gift?”

Ying Jiao licked his lips and looked at him: “What gift? Isn’t it the biggest gift I have come?”

Zheng Que: “…”

He congee looked at him with a single word: “Brother Jiao, celebrate Lao Zheng’s birthday today in advance, so take your time.”

Ying Jiao hummed a laugh, took out a gift box from his pocket and threw it to Zheng Que: “Take it and play.”

He bypassed Zheng Que, sat on the sofa, opened a bottle of drink, plugged in a straw, and drank while looking at his mobile phone.