Zeng He felt that his three views were about to collapse.

On a table of dishes, only Yan Tao and Qin Zong were eating, and the rest of the leaders and teachers looked at each other, glancing at the young man and Qin Zong from time to time.

It was clear that they didn't make any very ambiguous movements, but when they looked at each other, everyone actually felt the red dog food rushing to their faces.

T, they're all years old, and they can still feel the pink bubbles floating in the air.

The principal coughed lightly, and for the first time, a slightly stiff and embarrassed smile appeared on his majestic Guozi face, trying to interject between Yan Tao and Qin Zong.

The host watched the guests eat, what kind of hospitality is this?

"Mr. Yan, what do you think of the food here?"

"Is it still to taste?" The principal asked with a smile.

Young Master Yan took off his plastic gloves, a smile appeared on his handsome face, and he said lightly, "It's okay."

Qin Ye bowed his head to eat shrimp, and from time to time picked a chopstick to the Yan Tao bowl.

The headmaster looked at them eating with their heads down, and the corners of his mouth twitched, he had never seen Qin Zong like this. It seems to have taken off his cold coat and revealed his most natural side in front of this young man.

Thinking about it, the principal shook his head slightly, he stopped talking, and beckoned the teachers to eat, since they didn't want to talk to them, they could only entertain themselves, the principal thought bitterly.

After finishing the meal, Qin Zong walked out of the box slowly, shook hands with the principal, and said goodbye to each other.

Young Master Yan touched his somewhat bulging belly, stretched his waist, lazily pressed on Qin Zong's body, and dragged the corner of the man's sleeve with his hand, laughing casually.

"Is the shrimp I wrapped in Zongzong delicious?"

Qin Zong was still very honest, he stretched out his long finger, gently tapped the young man's forehead, and said lightly, "However, it's not as delicious as what you made." Young Master Yan raised his eyebrows proudly, smiled lightly, he took a step forward, and his white slender fingertips stroked the man's chin.

With a thin cool fingertip, he gently picked the man's rolling Adam's apple.

The very provocative action made the man's eyes deep in an instant.

Suddenly, something occurred to him.

Although the teenager is in the period of adolescent growth, where does the Adam's apple grow?

Qin Zong was originally an extremely smart person, with a slightly cool palm, he held the young man's claws, and pressed Yan Tao to his side by the way, and his sharp eyes fell on Yan Tao's white and smooth neck.

The young man's swan-like neck is flat and flat without any blemishes.

The man's calm and deep eyes, like the deep sea, suddenly dimmed.

He never dreams for no reason.

I thought that dream was her, the deepest desire in her heart, why the touch of her fingertips was so real, and the truth made him still can't help but feel on fire when he thinks about it.

Unless—that's not a dream, it's real.

Countless thoughts rolled through Qin Zong's mind in an instant, and finally all of them turned into calm.

"How did you and Yunkuo meet?" The man suddenly asked quietly,

In the deep voice, there is actually temptation and uncertainty.

Yan Tao smiled reflexively, his beautiful eyebrows raised, his most beautiful face was as glamorous as a peach and plum, his fingertips hooked the man's little finger, and he laughed softly, "Are you jealous?"