Married and loved with a rich old man first

24 I don't

Qin Sihuan did not speak, and the sound of boys frolicking sounded from time to time in the corridor.

Lu Zhi bowed his head, and in the midst of laughter, a large shadow fell in front of his eyes.

He looked up and saw that Qin Sihuan's hot nose was sweating in the summer, carrying a dark blue suitcase in his left hand and the bedding he had collared at the door of the dormitory in his right hand, the muscle lines on his arms were stretched, the faint smell of tobacco on his body was wrapped around him, and the breath of a mature man wrapped around his whole person.

Lu Zhi looked into his dark eyes, perhaps because Qin Sihuan sent him to school today, or maybe because of the ring some time ago, Lu Zhi's heart was very confident.

He was determined: "Qin Sihuan, you are just jealous." The man's

eyebrows were deep and wide, his sideburns were shaved very short, and a pair of narrow eyes were dark and deep, looking at him with undisguised possessiveness.

Looking at each other, Lu Zhi bit his lip and subconsciously took a step back.

Behind him was the stairs, and with one foot in the air, his body lost his balance and he almost fell down.

A powerful arm crossed his waist, carrying his entire body up and down, accompanied by the "bang" of the suitcase falling to the ground.

Lu Zhi stood firmly by Qin Sihuan's arm, and his body was taken into his arms.

He stood on the first step below, Qin Sihuan stood on it, and the suitcase fell down the stairs, making a whimpering sound.

The height difference between the two was 7 cm, the height of the steps was 15 cm, and he looked up and saw the man with a little bit of stubble and gritty jaw.

He suddenly thought that Lu Yao was always muttering something in his ear about the most cute height difference. <

How much is the most cute height difference?

Lu Zhi couldn't remember clearly, but his hand holding Qin Sihuan's arm was released.

His hands were empty, and he carried a black school bag on his back. Lu Zhi raised his arm, tiptoed his toes, and looped qin Sihuan's neck.

He took the man down and pressed him down, and the man bent his back, obediently held by him, still silent.

Lu Stopped looking up at his face, a pair of peach blossom eyes flowing, and the face protein was almost transparent, like an ignorant deer who had mistakenly entered the human world. He looked up at Qin Sihuan.

Qin Sihuan raised an eyebrow, swept the bedding in his hand with his right hand, and his eyes fell on Lu Zhiyin's red lips, his eyes darkened, and he said in a dumb voice: "Let go."

Lu Zhi was not afraid of him, and he raised his chin: "I don't." "When

someone comes in later, they'll see it." Qin Sihuan's fingers around his waist scratched along the curb waistline, and the throat knot rolled up and down.

Lu Zhi's abdomen was close to Qin Sihuan, and he gradually sensed something, and couldn't help but look down.

The sweatpants were loose and he couldn't see anything, but he really felt the change in that place.

"Uncle, there's nothing to be jealous of." He still didn't let go of his hand, and raised his face to look at Qin Sihuan, "... In short, you are different.

After saying this, he let go of his hand, pulled down his arm from his waist, and quickly ran down the stairs to pick up the suitcase below. <

The next second the suitcase had been snatched by someone, and the man's laughing voice sounded in his ear, inexplicably hearing a little well-behaved: "Got it." -