After Rebirth: What Should I Do if My Boyfriend Has a Boyfriend?

Chapter 13

Chu Chuan’s calligraphy was practiced when he was guarded by his grandfather. Grandpa Chu has been a teacher for many years. After retiring, he moved back to the countryside with Grandma Chu.

Every year when Chu Chuan returns in winter and summer vacations, he has to hand in his homework to his grandfather. This habit remained until the last summer vacation before university.

So even after Jiang Yiyou and Chu Chuan were together in his previous life, his boyfriend always disliked his writing style. In the words of his boyfriend, it was “written like a dog, or a dog who is drunk and does Tai Chi.”

Jiang Yiyou was puzzled for a second, “…how does a dog do Tai Chi?”

Chu Chuan glanced at him with interest, “For details, refer to how you usually look when you are drunk.”

Jiang Yiyou: “…”

Damn, what should I do if my boyfriend’s mouth is so venomous as to kill him? Wait online, anxious.

Jiang Yiyou: “Then why are you going to bed with the dog? I think you are having a good time **** on the bed? The bed is about to be shaken to pieces by you.”

Chu Chuan: “…”

Although it is rare to break a round on the slapstick, Jiang Yiyou is not happy. The allusion of hurting the enemy by one thousand and hurting 800 by himself was used very vividly by him.

All in all, the above is the beginning.

Later, he was chanted more frequently, and Jiang Yiyou himself became too embarrassed, clamoring to buy a copybook to practice calligraphy.

Chu Chuan took the time to glance at the Dangdang webpage he had opened, and chuckled. What he searched was the running script copybook.

Jiang Yi turned from anger to anger, “Why are you smiling!”

“You can’t even write neatly in italics, still want to practice writing?” Chu Chuan asked him back.

Jiang Yiyou: “Then have you seen pigs run without eating pork? What’s the matter? Do you have an opinion?”

“No comment.” Chu Chuan shook his head, bent over and took out a handwritten handwriting from his drawer and threw it in front of him, leaning lazily on the back of his chair, “I want to practice calligraphy without looking for you guy. My friend wants a copybook, what can I look at on the Internet?”

Jiang Yiyou was stunned for a second, then smiled secretly while hitting the other with an elbow, deliberately prolonging the tone, “Brother Chuan–you even drink the vinegar of a calligrapher who has been working for hundreds of years?”

Chu Chuan held his elbow as a demon while turning away his face calmly, not paying attention to him.

Jiang Yi is willing to let go of the rare opportunity to tease Chu Chuan right now. Without giving up, he leaned in front of the opponent’s face and repeated the same monosyllable particle in a more accented tone: “Ah?! Ah?!”

Chu Chuan stretched out **** impatiently and pinched his nose firmly. Jiang Yi calmly stopped immediately, looking at Chu Chuan with wet eyes, with a dazzling scent of coquetry in his eyes.

Chu Chuan chuckled and let go: “I have some time to be cute, don’t hurry up to practice calligraphy. If you don’t write it for me, don’t crawl into my bed in the middle of the night to squeeze me.”

Jiang Yiyou: “…”

Jiang Yiyou: “Mom, Brother Chuan, why are you so cruel?”

Chu Chuan sneered, “In society, Brother Chuan has many ruthless routines.”

Jiang Yiyou: “…”

Two days after the copybook was posted, Jiang Yiyou was thrown aside. For the next two consecutive nights, he deliberately climbed onto the bed of Chu Chuan to squeeze the bed after the lights were turned off in the dormitory, but the latter was ruthlessly driven off.

On the third night, Jiang Yiyou learned smarter. First, make a confession with Lin Yue and Zhong Yu, so that the two of them kept saying that Jiang Yiyou hadn’t come back. Before Chu Chuan came back, they sneaked into Chu Chuan’s bed to hide.

In the end, Chu Chuan was picked up from the bed and kicked out of the bed.

Jiang Yiyou stepped barefoot on the dark dorm floor in his pajamas, shouting angrily: “…Mom I want to break up with you! Break up!”

Chu Chuan: “Don’t think about sleeping with me, let alone breaking up.”

Jiang Yiyou: “…”

“Is there a boyfriend like this?! This kind of boyfriend doesn’t matter, keep it for the Chinese New Year?!” Jiang Yiyou complained, turning his head to look at the two beds behind him, “You two help me judge.”

The two bunks with the screen light of the mobile phone in the bed tents a second ago went dark silently. Immediately afterwards, one after another snoring sounded in my ears.

Jiang Yiyou: “…”

Even so, Jiang Yiyou is not incapable of ruling Chu Chuan. He began to work harder to buy small cakes to eat.

Chu Chuan doesn’t like to eat sweets, Jiang Yiyou knew it for a long time. Whenever he eats a small dessert, he digs the first bite for himself, and the second bite will definitely be delivered to Chu Chuan’s mouth for the other person to eat.

Chu Chuan really couldn’t help him, he would deliberately raise his eyebrows and sink his face to make excuses: “Don’t think I didn’t see you licking the spoon. Are you trying to give me your saliva?”

Jiang Yiyou smiled and persuaded: “Delicious Brother Chuan, take a bite.”

Chu Chuan sipped the spoon helplessly, “It’s terrible, I’m so tired. Don’t give me your saliva next time.”

Jiang Yiyou was stunned, and said that he and the other party had kissed so many times, and he really couldn’t tell that Chu Chuan didn’t like to eat his saliva. Wordlessly, he stuffed a large mouthful of tiramisu into his mouth.

As if seeing what he was thinking, Chu Chuan pressed the back of his head and kissed him, the tip of his tongue flexibly opened Jiang Yiyou’s teeth to drill into the mouth, and swallowed all the tiramisu that he had not had time to swallow.

After the kiss, Chu Chuan raised his eyebrows and said, “Don’t feed me the spoonful in the future, I will only eat from your mouth.”

Jiang Yi blinked and laughed, “How boring just to eat for you? I want to eat too.”

With that said, he scraped off a thick layer of cream with a spoon and applied it on Chu Chuan’s lips, tilted his head and stuck out the tip of his tongue slightly, and licked it carefully on Chu Chuan’s lips little by little.

He is as good as the lion-haired dog they have raised for many years.

Chu Chuan’s eyes darkened, and when he spoke again, his voice was slightly dull and unnoticeable: “Will Lin Yue and Zhong Yu come back tonight?”

Jiang Yi left the chair and sat on Chu Chuan’s lap. He lifted his hips slightly to push the opponent’s abdominal muscles, and whispered softly, “Come and **** me, Brother Chuan.”

Chu Chuan bit his lips abruptly, and the warm breath vented from between his lips and teeth when he spoke, “Don’t cry for Dad later. But—”

“It’s useless to cry.”

Ok i will write after knowing