I Have an Appointment with My Husband

[Cold and abstinent judge x wild and petite crybaby] Qiao Weisheng, the top pick in City A, completely rotted in Room 701 like a garbage dump after his parents died. ** Skipping classes, drinking too much, fighting, playing games all night... Use the compensation money to live like a walking zombie. Until 702 moved next door to Hang Cheng, a "tyrant" who said the same thing and had tough methods. Wearing a suit and leather shoes, his aura is as sharp as a blade, and one look can make people weak in the legs. A stranger who seems familiar "Go away, I'll do whatever I want!" Qiao Weisheng kicked over the trash can, defiantly spit a cigarette ring in the man's face, and crushed the cigarette butt on the man's beloved pothos. The next second, the world was spinning! ** He was slammed against the wall by a terrifying force. The back of his neck suffered severe pain, and he was forced to bend over in embarrassment. The man's cold breath hit the eardrums, carrying an unquestionable judgment: "Lick, fuck, clean." Qiao Weisheng thought this was a troublesome "dungeon" for killing monsters and upgrading. He didn't expect that this would be the beginning of his surrender to Hang Cheng! The wolf cub who gave up on himself put away his fangs for the first time. He stayed up late squatting in front of Hang Cheng's closed door, holding the fruits that had been washed until they were shiny. His Adam's apple rolled, and his voice sounded weak even to himself: "Brother Hang..." Hang Cheng's eyes passed over the lingering bruise on the back of the young man's neck, and finally landed on those shockingly bright eyes. After a moment of silence, he turned sideways for the first time and gave up the private space inside the door. His eyes were dark and unclear: "Come in." "I heard that you called me a tyrant behind my back?" Hang Cheng leaned against the window and chuckled, as warm as the March wind. Qiao Weisheng, however, had a chill running down his spine. He stared at the half of the feather duster exposed behind the man, his Adam's apple rolled and tears welled up in his eyes: "Brother, it's unfair!" "Lying," Hang Cheng's smile deepened, but there was ice in his eyes, "the crime is aggravated." Qiao Weisheng:! ! ! (Running in tears. Jpg) "I was wrong!!!" Soon after, Hang Cheng discovered something was wrong Why is that little wolf cub that he dug out from the trash heap and carved into a gentle and beautiful jade with his own hands becoming more and more clingy? Staying up late waiting for him to come home, secretly rubbing his coat, and crawling into his arms with red eyes when I feel wronged... Judge Hang frowned: Is the discipline too much? This kid... Isn't he being taught a fool? Until a rainy night The feverish little wolf cub rolled into his arms, soaking his shirt with hot tears, whimpering and grabbing the corners of his clothes: "Sir... Don't scold me... Hug me..." At that moment, Hang Cheng was shocked to realize: the rose he had raised with his own hands had already taken root in his heart, and even the thorns carried a fatal temptation. But he, a cold-hearted judge, just wanted to keep this rose—with all its thorns—as his own! Reading Guide 1v1, double clean, HE! Early stage: The cold and harsh tyrant forcibly disciplines the unruly wolf cubs (double physical + mental suppression) Mid-term: The wolf cub retracts its claws and becomes a crybaby, and the clingy spirit develops (the coquettish spirit is online!) Later period: The ascetic judge lost control and fell into a state of exclusivity! (What a slap in the face in the new year) Highly sweet interaction: from feather duster to gentle hug, from cold scolding to low-pitched coaxing! Concept: Love will take care of the most beautiful roses