Did that unsightly guy succumb to my uncle today?

"It's like the kind that I bring you breakfast and have to deliver it to your stomach. Obey it humiliatingly! Serve my uncle like a younger brother!"

Zhou Jun felt that he was like the awesome villain in TV dramas, with his hips akimbo, frightening.

"Don't make a mistake, it's because you lost the challenge you initiated."

"Hmph!" Zhou Jun had an attitude of what can you do to me.

On the one hand, Song Qianlou thought he was so cute, but on the other hand, he hated his overreaching.

He knelt down and said, "Humble your knees? No problem, I'll bow your knees now."

So Song Qianlou groveled once by ripping off Zhou Jun's pants, and Zhou Jun, whose key was controlled by the opponent, surrendered after a while.

Seeing Song Qianlou's sly smile, the same sentence repeatedly appeared in Zhou Jun's mind in the form of barrage:

If you kill one thousand enemies, you will lose eight hundred.If you kill one thousand enemies, you will lose eight hundred.If you kill one thousand enemies, you will lose eight hundred.

"Uncle Zhou, are you satisfied with the little one's service?"

"Fuck off!"

"I promise you," Song Qianlou's tone suddenly became very serious, "I promise you whatever you say, but you must also remember that you have taken the grieving ghost and poisonous snake to be your servant boy."

Zhou Jun, who was stared at by him, really felt like a frog stared at by a poisonous snake, unable to move.

For a moment he began to regret in his heart, I will not push myself into the fire pit, right?

But after that day he felt that the fire pit was an illusion.

Because it feels so cool to accept Song Qianlou as a younger brother!

Not to mention laying the bedding for himself and serving tea and water when he was camping, just the fact that he had to humiliately feed himself in front of everyone made him feel relieved and retaliated. revenge.

After returning to school, he made Song Qianlou have to cheer for him, hand him water to wipe his sweat, and let everyone in the school know that the prince of the library has become Zhou Jun's younger brother!

Song Qianlou, who had never been left behind in every way, had no objection to this. Things went too smoothly, but Zhou Jun had a sense of crisis that all this was the calm before the storm.

Song Qianlou must be plotting something, Zhou Jun is very sure, but his precautions and vigilance are of no use. Song Qianlou seems to have really changed a person, and he can participate in the national top ten outstanding boys.

So Zhou Jun was completely relieved, what could be more satisfying than being the coquettish leader on the sports field?Anle Township is hard-won, and if you can enjoy it for one more second, you will enjoy it for one more second.

So when Song Qianlou invited him to his brother's bar for dinner again, he just went there without a long memory.

It was the same private room as last time, as soon as Zhou Jun entered, he spread out on the sofa in the most comfortable position, with his legs raised, and two fingers pointing at the tables next to him, looking like a grandpa.

Song Qianlou was also very cooperative, bent down and said to him: "Master, wait a moment, I will go wash your hands and make soup for you."

"Ahem!" Zhou Jun almost spit out a sip of tea. Song Qianlou's thick male voice with no ups and downs in the tone was so inconsistent with the word "nujia", which made him have goose bumps all over his body. , even sitting up straight.

"Are you going to cook? You also cooked last dinner?"

"Yes, if you have anything you want to eat, just tell me, I will satisfy you."

"Ahh! I was wrong! Can't I be wrong? Please stop talking like that! It's terrible!"

"How can this be done? If you don't talk like that, how can you be your little brother, slave—"

"It's wrong! It's wrong! Can't I call you big brother?"

"See you outside," Song Qianlou teasingly raised Zhou Jun's chin, "just call me Qianlou."

Then he leaned close to Zhou Jun's ear and called Zhou Jun's name in a very low and lingering voice, like reciting a spell.

"Thousands...", as soon as he uttered a word, his face turned red, and he didn't want to come out of his mouth for the second word.

He shook his head and said, "Who cares about you! Go cook!"

"Okay then, slave—"

"Ahh! Thousands of floors, thousands of floors, thousands of floors! You won, okay, you won!"

Song Qianlou rubbed his hair happily and said, "Wait obediently."

"Get lost!" Zhou Jun knocked off his hand.

I thought it would be a long wait like last time, but not long after Zhou Jun took out his phone, the door suddenly opened.

Subconsciously thinking that it was Song Qianlou, Zhou Jun didn't raise his head, still looking at his phone.It wasn't until his body was lifted that his feet almost missed the ground that he realized that he was kidnapped by two men in black clothes and sunglasses.

"What are you guys going to do? Speak up if you have something to say! Hey!"

The visitor simply ignored his words and swept him out of the house like a gust of wind.

"Help!" Zhou Jun shouted, but he didn't know what route the two men in black took him, and there was no one on the way.

What's the matter with this bar?

Just when he was about to shout Song Qianlou's name for help, the man in black stuffed him into a hut and quickly closed the door behind him.

"Open the door!" Zhou Jun patted the door several times, but there was no movement outside the door.

"Shh." Someone in the corner beckoned him to be quiet.

Zhou Jun turned around in shock, only to find a man with dyed hair and earrings sitting on the sofa in a dark corner.

"It's boring to wait in the private room. This is the VIP seat. Come on, brother Zhou Jun." The man with the earrings patted the empty seat next to him.

Opposite him is a transparent glass, which looks like a kitchen.

The vigilant Zhou Jun did not step forward and asked, "Who are you? Do you know me?"

He didn't move, but the man with the earrings walked towards him, and walked around him, looking him up and down.

"Hehe, no wonder I hid you so deeply."

Zhou Jun froze in this weird atmosphere.Then something even weirder happened. The man with the earrings suddenly hugged Zhou Jun, rubbed his cheek, and said with emotion: "It's so cute, hahaha!"

Fortunately, even though the door of the hut was opened, a tall man rushed in, pulled the man with earrings away, and rescued Zhou Jun.

The tall man threw the stud man back on the sofa, poured a glass of water, and handed it to Zhou Jun: "My guest, I'm sorry to have surprised you."

Zhou Jun looked at these two strangers who were obviously older than him, and asked in confusion, "Who are you guys? What happened just now? What am I doing here?"

"I'm very sorry," the tall man bowed slightly to him, "I'm the manager of this bar, and he's a hands-off shopkeeper who only pays and doesn't work, and also eats and drinks."

The stud man who was introduced excitedly waved at him.

"But... isn't this the bar of Brother Song Qianlou?" Zhou Jun said to the tall man, "Are you Brother Song?"

The tall man shook his head and said, "No, my surname is Gao, and he is Song Guangsha."

"That's right, it's me! Xiaojun, just call me brother! It seems that Qianlou mentioned me to you, I'm so relieved." The man with earrings rushed in front of him and tried to hug him again , but was pulled away by Manager Gao.

But Song Guangsha took the opportunity to hold Zhou Jun's hand, and took him to the sofa to sit down.

Taking out the camera and holding it up to the transparent glass, Song Guangsha said excitedly: "Qianlou wearing a chef's suit will appear soon, it's rare, you must appreciate it!"

On the other side of the glass window, Song Qianlou, dressed in a white chef outfit with a sense of design, came to the table and prepared the ingredients neatly.

The camera in Song Guangsha's hand made a clicking sound, but this did not prevent him from chatting with Zhou Jun.

"This set of clothes is indeed more suitable than the last one. How about it, my Qianlou's sword skills are very good, right?"

"Uh... um." Not only is it good, it looks quite professional, "Has he ever learned to be a chef?"

"I learned from Xiao Gao!"

Manager Gao bowed slightly towards them, and commented in the tone of a master: "I have made progress, but there are still many problems. I still need to practice hard."

"Haha! Xiao Gao, you are too strict! He has been clumsy since he was a child, and it is a miracle that he can do what he is now!"

"Clumsy?" Zhou Jun looked at Song Qianlou who was flexibly performing sword skills, and felt that if he was so clumsy, then he probably didn't have long hands and feet at all.

Manager Gao, who heard this, probably recalled the difficulty of teaching Song Qianlou, and supported his forehead and said, "The talent is really mediocre... no, it's not good, it ruined the kitchen seven times."

"Wow."

This guy looks like he can do everything with ease, so he really works hard.

There was a hint of admiration in Zhou Jun's eyes that he didn't even notice, but this change did not escape Song Guangsha's eyes.

"It's strange to say that Qianlou has never been interested in cooking before, but after he entered college, he suddenly told me that he wanted to worship Xiao Gao as his teacher, and he didn't tell him why. I have photos from that time here. ,look!"

Song Guangsha turned on a small projector, and a projection of photos appeared on the white wall on one side.

"This one is the cutter hand, this one burns the vegetables, this one burns the pot dry, this one..."

Zhou Jun felt that it was not easy for Song Qianlou to learn how to cook, and at the same time felt that Song Guangsha had too many photos of Song Qianlou.Looking at it one after another, it seems that Song Qianlou wears different chef attire every time he cooks. There are Chinese-style double-breasted white robes, French-style high hats, and Japanese-style Japanese clothes. It’s like changing clothes. I don’t know who it is interest of.

After viewing the photos, Zhou Jun's attention returned to Song Qianlou in front of him.

Song Guangsha asked him a few words, but got no response.

Looking at Zhou Jun's ecstatic profile, Song Guangsha smiled meaningfully.

After a while, Manager Gao said: "The dishes are almost ready, we have to go out quickly, or he will find out."

"Ah!" Only then did Zhou Jun realize that the glass they saw from Song Qianlou was one-way, and Song Qianlou didn't even notice that they were looking at him from this side.

Song Guangsha reluctantly put down the camera, got up and said with a smile, "Let's go, Xiaojun, go and taste Qianlou's craftsmanship!"

The two men in black outside the hut took Zhou Jun back to the private room the same way. As soon as he sat down at the dining table, Song Qianlou came in with a plate.

Zhou Jun was taken aback. Seeing that he had changed back to his regular clothes, he felt a little guilty for some reason.

"Did you go out just now?" Song Qianlou asked.

"Uh huh... went to the bathroom."

His intuition told him that he couldn't tell Song Qianlou what happened just now.In order to hide the little Jiujiu in his heart, Zhou Jun quickly said: "This dish looks amazing! Can I try it now?"

"Why did the uncle suddenly become polite, please listen to me."

"delicious!"

As the dishes came to the table one after another, Zhou Jun couldn't care less about talking.Song Qianlou didn't eat much, so he poured himself a glass of red wine and enjoyed Zhou Jun's eating while drinking, as if he was watching a live broadcast.

The delicacy of the food and Song Qianlou's difficult learning to cook turned in Zhou Jun's mind, leaving him nowhere to go but he wanted to discuss this matter with him, so he said in a roundabout way: "Last time and this time, it's Was it made by the same master? The craftsmanship is pretty good."

"It's me," Song Qianlou stared straight at him, "With love, I did it for you, twice."

The sudden straight ball directly pierced Zhou Jun's carefully pasted window paper, making him at a loss as to how to respond.

"In order to appreciate your satisfied eating, I only started to learn how to cook, from the very beginning."

"How is it possible? You started to learn how to cook right after you went to college. At that time, we didn't even—"

Ah, it's over.

"How do you know when I started learning to cook?" There was a trace of interrogation in his tone.

Zhou Jun, who is really not good at concealing things and lying, had no choice but to tell the truth: "It's...your brother told me..."

There was a sense of guilt that Song Guangsha had been betrayed by him.

"Song Guangsha!" Song Qianlou squeezed out these three words between his teeth, and took out his mobile phone to quickly type some words and send them out. Judging by his expression, he knew that the words were not good.

After sending out, put down the phone, walked over to sit next to Zhou Jun, and said to him: "Then I have nothing to hide. Not long after school started, I saw you running on the playground, and I fell in love with you at first sight. Then You didn't know me at the time, but I've been following you for a long time. Even if I say I'm a stalker, I have nothing to refute, because I really like you to this extent..."

Speaking of the last few words, his twinkling eyes and low tone began to make Zhou Jun's heart beat wildly.

Zhou Jun suddenly felt sorry for the man in front of him. How long has he been in his heart?How many days?how many weeks?Not even a month.

Even so, during this period of time, whenever Song Qianlou's name was occasionally mentioned, his heart would suddenly jump.

What about Song Qianlou?How long has he occupied himself in his heart?How many times has he had heart palpitations because of his name?

It was time for him to take control of the initiative. Zhou Jun held Song Qianlou's face and kissed him awkwardly.

Seeing Song Qianlou's widened eyes in surprise, Zhou Jun smiled triumphantly, and kissed him again.

This time, what he got in return was Song Qianlou's fierce kiss back.

Having awakened the beast in his heart, Song Qianlou overwhelmed Zhou Jun and said, "If you step on the accelerator, don't blame me for not being able to stop the car..."

"Ahh!"

The neck and collarbone were bitten by Song Qianlou, and Zhou Jun's face was flushed. He didn't push Song Qianlou away, but gasped slightly, "Here... no... someone..."

Song Qianlou hugged him tightly, seemingly unwilling to let go of him for a second, and whispered in his ear, "Okay, let's go upstairs."

Although he wanted to take control by himself, Zhou Jun still unknowingly danced to Song Qianlou's rhythm.

Song Qianlou's every move made a drumbeat in his chest, causing him to arch his back unconsciously, twist his waist, and follow him to the hot, humid, and primitive tropical rainforest.

One, two, three, the slowly advancing attack basically did not cause him any pain, but Song Qianlou tried his best to endure but still accidentally let out the panting in his ear, which made him urge a direct and happy communion.

The weak and sometimes strong breaths of the two, the impact of the intersecting blades, and the rhythm of the drums drew the waves to the highest point, slapped on the two of them, and turned into a vortex, sucking them deeply into the bottom of the sea, and immersed them for a long time.

When Zhou Jun opened his eyes the next day, he didn't see Song Qianlou's figure. He was in a daze for a moment, thinking that what happened last night was just a dream.

But when he tried to speak, a hoarse voice reminded him why.

He was instantly ashamed, wrapped himself tightly in a blanket, and rolled back and forth on the bed.

Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!What have I done ah ah ah ah ah!

"Have a drink."

Song Qianlou's voice suddenly came from behind, making him froze instantly.

Song Qianlou, who watched this scene, felt as sweet as a honey pot overturned. He pressed on him, pulled off the blanket, kissed his forehead and cheek, and said in Zhou Jun's ear, "Go, go on a date."