Quick Transmigration: Straight Man Fails Again

On Saturday, song Huaiju doesn't have to attend classes.

Lin Jinan pinches a meal point and sends a message to the man.

Lin Lan: Miss Song? are you there?

After waiting for a few minutes, the words being typed are displayed on the top.

Again and again, tangled for a long time.

Song Huaiju: Yes.

After waiting for a long time, Lin Jinan almost choked himself to death.

Lin Lan: Mr. Song is so cold.

Lin Lan: can I have lunch at my teacher's house? It happened that I returned the teacher's clothes.

Lin Lan: by the way, and my swimsuit.

In a restaurant, song Huaiju is having dinner with his friends.

Zhao he looked at the man curiously, and for the first time saw the mood swings on his face.

A friend of his is not a friend, but a friend.

Brows slightly wrinkled, as if embarrassed. But lips, but quietly hook hook.

Time is very short, fleeting, too fast to capture.

If you don't blink your eyes attentively, you will definitely miss it.

"Girlfriend?" Zhao Hexin was itching and squeezing his eyes strangely.

Song Huaiju raised his head with a feeling of loss in his eyes.

He shook his head. "Not yet."

Listening to his words means that he hasn't finished it yet, Zhao he laughs, "and what else can't you win? It's rare. "

Song Huaiju did not answer. He looked at the picture of himself chatting with the youth.

Lin Lan: can't I make an appointment with Mr. Song today?

Lin Lan: I also want to be friends with my teacher so that I can have dinner with my teacher.

Lin Jinan turned over in bed. He wanted to be a friend of song Huaiju. It's good, but there is a word in front of his friend.

What he wants to do is song Huaiju's boyfriend.

Song Huaiju: in the evening, I have time.

Lin Lan:!!! What do you mean?

Song Huaiju bent his eyes and a faint laugh came from his throat.

Song Huaiju: Yes.

Zhao he tut voice, joking, "really planted?"

Song Huaiju looked at him and nodded, "that's right."

"I don't see. There are people who can handle song Huaiju. Oh, no, she's not a person, she's a fairy!" Zhao he was very curious, "what kind of girl is she?"

"I don't know." Song Huaiju's eyes were a little lax. After focusing in a hurry, he answered his friend, "accurate calculation, she and I can't recognize 24 hours."

“……” Zhao he was shocked to aphasia. He tried to say, "did you do it?"

He just said it casually, but saw his friend nodded his head seriously.

Damn it, there's a little shyness on my face.

After learning so many years of culture, Zhao he held back for a long time and squeezed out two words from his mouth, "lying in a trough."

Before going out for the appointment, the delicate little zero sprinkled fragrance in the bathtub and took a comfortable bath.

Lin Jinan put on a cool pink sling, showing a white waist, and a small navel.

The light colored jeans with loose fit make him look very youthful.

White sports shoes, plus a certain white baseball cap, black long straight with bangs wig, let him look very a.

A with a bit of smart witty, too delicate facial features to attract countless peeping eyes.

In the distance, under the street lamp, a man stood.

He is wearing comfortable home clothes, and black makes his temperament more desolate.

"Song Huaiju." Lin Jinan trotted over and threw himself into the man's arms. He buried himself in the other man's neck. "Wait a minute, let me take a breath..."

Song Huaiju put it on the young man's shoulder, ready to push his hand away.

He heard his voice, with an unknown secret desire, "good."

Men are not like cats. They have long hair, which is very easy to touch.

But he is more fragrant than a cat. He is also warm and breathing. He is especially good at smoking.