boyfriend shameless

Chapter 6

The next day, the two got on the same bus, Gong Jiang went to the company, and Feng Ying went to work.

It was near dawn that Gong Jiang squinted her eyes sleepily, her mental state was extremely bad, but there were so many people on the bus, not to mention there were vacancies, and even breathing had to compete with others for oxygen in the air.

Feng Ying pressed Gong Jiang's shoulder, only a few millimeters away from Gong Jiang: "If Xiao Jiang is uncomfortable, just lean on me and sleep."

There is no habitual lazy talk, no daily lazy air, the soft voice of worry condenses the true feelings, and slides into the eardrum close to the ears, like flowers falling on the tip of the heart, so light and soft, with caring tenderness Put it on your heart.

Gong Jiang awkwardly avoided his breath: "I'm fine, don't work in vain." It was obviously an unusual and caring word, but he didn't feel it was inappropriate, on the contrary, he got used to it very well.

Feng Ying remained motionless, using his vigorous body to erect a city wall for Gong Jiang to lean against.

The bus driver stepped on the gas pedal regardless of priority to walk through the streets and alleys, and did not know how many times he braked suddenly. Taking a ride in a car is like experiencing the extreme speed in a movie. If you are lucky, you will sit on the mountain like the protagonist, and if you are unlucky, you will leave. Cannon fodder route, back to the front of the car.

Gong Jiang's luck was wiped out as early as the age of 17, and she became a part of the toppled human wall without any accident.Suddenly a hand passed behind him and wrapped around his waist. With a slight movement, his whole body leaned against a warm body.

"Xiao Jiang, be careful." Another voice of tenderness.Gong Jiang's heart beat uncontrollably, the broad chest, the looming muscle texture, pierced into his heart like an aphrodisiac.

Gong Jiang pushed Feng Ying away as if fleeing: "Don't come so close to me."

"I'm afraid you'll fall." Feng Ying's hand was still firmly wrapped around Gong Jiang's waist, obviously not sending any ambiguous signals, but Gong Jiang felt heat rushing to her waist in an instant.

Gong Jiang broke away Feng Ying's hand, and tried her best to suck in the cold air to lower her body temperature. Feng Ying didn't help Gong Jiang anymore, but raised her hands to hold the handrail above her head, and used her body, which was wider than Gong Jiang's, to , build a human body protection umbrella, and surround Gong Jiang in his own protective net.

No matter how Gong Jiang's direction changes, Feng Ying's faint scent of soap will penetrate her nose domineeringly, leaving an indelible breath.

Gong Jiang's body seemed to be locked by an inescapable lock. The metal material was tightly attached to the skin and rubbed against the heart.

Can't escape.

After arriving at the destination, Gong Jiang escaped.

With a face tortured by the heat, he jumped out of the car and strode forward without looking back.

It must be because the heater in the car is too stuffy, that's why her face is flushed and her heart beats so fast.

He would never admit that the moment he was protected by Feng Ying, his heart was unbelievably rippling.

On the way to the company, he always felt a scorching gaze fixed on his back. The reflex nerves he had cultivated over the years made him quickly turn to the back of the car, block himself, and turn his head.

"...Why are you following me? Aren't you going to work?"

That brat Feng Ying actually got off the bus and sneaked up behind him.

"Aha?" Feng Ying returned to his lazy state, rubbing his eyes, "This is where I go to work."

Gong Jiang was taken aback, still a little uncomfortable with his quick transition between tenderness and laziness, and it took a while to react with contempt: "What nonsense, the milk tea shop you work in is in the city center, at least two stops away from here .”

"Oh," Feng Ying said indifferently, "I remember wrongly."

"Go back quickly, or people will deduct your wages."

"I told the shopkeeper that I would go there when I had no classes, and I would be paid by the hour."

"No class?" Gong Jiang asked suspiciously, "What class do you take?"

"You lied to her." Feng Ying had no shame in deceiving others.

"Speaking of which, I don't seem to have asked you, you don't need to go to class?" Gong Jiang wondered, he should be in the third or freshman year of high school at this age.

"I graduated." Feng Ying took the initiative to admit.

Gong Jiang didn't think too much about it. Few children from rich families had excellent academic performance, so he took it for granted that Feng Ying's education was equal to high school.

"Okay, go back quickly, I have to go to work."

"So this is Xiao Jiang's company," Feng Ying looked at the tall building in front of him with envious eyes, "I really want to see Xiao Jiang's work."

"What are you looking at, go and go, go to work," Gong Jiang waved her away, "I said you didn't follow me on purpose just to see my company, did you?"

Before Feng Ying could speak, one of them suddenly patted Gong Jiang on the shoulder and laughed cheerfully: "Brother Gong, good morning!"

Gong Jiang straightened her clothes immediately, she was full of energy, and she was full of vigor: "Mr. Tie, good morning."

"Early, early," President Tie glanced at Feng Ying, his eyes shone with surprise, "Oh, brother Gong, is this your new model?"

Gong Jiang said "Oops" in her heart, she made a wrong step, and stood in front of Feng Ying: "No, he is just my friend, he just came by with me, he is still a student."

It's a pity that Feng Ying is still half of Gao Gongjiang's head. No matter how high the mountain is, it can't stop the outstanding peak. Mr. Tie's eyes easily passed over the top of Gong Jiang's head, and fixed on Feng Ying for a moment--tall, good-looking, good-looking Jun, he looks like a good candidate for a model.

"Students can also work part-time as a model. You are a good seed, and you must be very photogenic." Mr. Tie clapped his palm excitedly, "Little brother, how are you, are you interested in being a model? "

Feng Ying opened his mouth, and was about to say something when Gong Jiang interrupted.

"Boss Tie," Gong Jiang guarded Feng Ying warily, "he wants to focus on his studies, and his family doesn't like him showing his face. Alright," he turned around and pushed Feng Ying, "Go back and do your business, Say goodbye to Boss Tie."

"Little..." Feng Ying saw Gong Jiang glaring at him, he hesitated to speak, "Bye, Uncle Tie."

"Okay, okay," Boss Tie liked Feng Ying more and more, and shook hands with him, "It's nice to meet you, if you want..."

"Mr. Tie," Gong Jiang interrupted Mr. Tie coldly, "it's time for work."

Mr. Tie smiled until the wrinkles around his eyes appeared, he tightened Feng Ying's hand, and said goodbye to him.

Seeing the two figures of Gong Jiang disappearing into the company gate, Feng Ying lowered his head, and there was a bronzing business card lying in the palm of the surviving warmth, which clearly listed Mr. Tie's name and contact information.

The author has something to say:

Feng Ying: "Ah, the little author said that due to the explosion of the word count in the previous chapters, the total word count was too much. In order to facilitate the ranking, she will control the word count in the past few days, and the word count will be reduced. By next Thursday It will return to normal after being listed on the list, I hope everyone understands."