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Ren Kuan knew that his younger brother had good intentions. This kind of thing is said to be a good thing, but there are too many people talking about it, and the taste has changed. Coupled with the special nature of the leek, I really dare not dare to say whether it is good or bad. In vain to draw conclusions.

It's just that I'm just giving a blind man a bite to eat, and everyone has a bunch of big truths. He just stretches out his hand, and this kind of trivial matter has to be pushed back and forth?

Wang Rui is, and Jiang Ke is too. It seems that everyone is trying to persuade him to stay away from Jiuer. Some simple things can become so complicated when people think about them.

It's not that he doesn't understand Wang Rui's seemingly crude principles, but it's just...just...it's just what Wang Rui said, and now he is reluctant to tell him to let go.

The two looked at each other for a while, Ren Kuan's expression changed unpredictably, from confusion to anger, and then gradually calmed down, just as Jiang Ke called the car to arrive, Jiang Ke lowered his head, "Brother, think about it again, the store's affairs , and the child, I'll go first."

On the way back, Ren Kuan was still inexplicably irritable, his mind went blank, but he walked slowly, his eyes fixed on the gate of his restaurant.

He walked forward slowly, and the furnishings in the store came into view little by little, and he wanted to look for Jiu'er's figure.

The sight blocked by the wall gradually became clear. Jiu'er's body was thin and his back was not straight enough. He sat sideways on the stool, with his hands propped between his legs, his knees bent, and his lower legs dangling back and forth in the air.

Apparently he had forgotten what happened just now, and it was difficult for Ren Kuan to connect this kind of Chiu'er with the way Chiu'er just lost control.

"Finish?" Ren Kuan approached and pressed down on the top-like figure.

Holding the back of his head with a big hand, Jiu'er stopped moving, and nodded, "It's over."

Tossing back and forth, it was already past the busiest time at noon, and the yelling of cicadas in the afternoon was annoying, Ren Kuan suddenly couldn't stay in the store, he pushed Jiu'er's head, "Let's go after eating, Go to your store and press me."

"Ah..." Jiu'er shrank his neck, not only did he feel that he was not good enough, even the place where he worked was not worthy of Ren Kuan, and he didn't want Ren Kuan to go in.

Ren Kuan had already taken off the apron on his chest, "Ah, what, you don't want to?"

How could he, Jiu'er had a stupid mouth, didn't know what to say, and murmured: "No... willing."

On the way there, Jiu'er was still trying her best to help Ren Kuan save money, at first she said it would be deducted from her salary.

But was interrupted mercilessly by Ren Kuan, "How much salary do you have? It will be deducted from your salary."

Think about it, but if you fight with the boss yourself, you can still get the money from Ren Kuan's group buying.

But Jiu'er was not completely sure, so he could only settle for the next best thing: "Brother Kuan, you can buy online, it's cheap."

The small abacus is a trick, no wonder Wang Rui scolded him for eating inside and out. Seeing that he walked to the door of the high-end massage club, Ren Kuan hooked Jiu'er's neck, "Don't worry about it, if you let you press it, you will press it well."

As soon as the two of them entered the gate, Wang Rui came back after playing cards. Seeing Jiu'er and Ren Kuan together, it was no wonder that Ren Kuan didn't listen to her, and said to Jiu'er in a strange way, "Are you done playing outside?"

Jiu'er, who was still in a panic because he was about to give Ren Kuan a massage, took Wang Rui's words as wind on his ears.

It was Ren Kuan, who took out 100 yuan from his pocket and put it in front of Wang Rui. Wang Rui grinned unnaturally, and took a long time to grab the money. "Where does Boss Ren want to take Jiu'er?"

"Where not to go." The word "do not change after repeated admonition" suddenly appeared in Ren Kuan's mind, and he suppressed his embarrassment, "Ask Jiuer to massage me."

Wang Rui flicked the money in her hand, and said perfunctorily, "Thank you, Boss Ren, for taking care of our business."

Jiu'er wholeheartedly pulled Ren Kuan up the stairs, completely unaware of the inexplicable atmosphere between Ren Kuan and Wang Rui, turning around the corner of the building, Jiu'er whispered, "Brother Kuan, how much did you give?"

Money may sound tacky, but there is nothing more direct than money.

Ren Kuan was dragged up by Jiu'er's wrist, and he deliberately fell behind Jiu'er to feel the force of Jiu'er pulling him.

The words sounded malicious, but Ren Kuan asked frankly, "How much do you think you are worth?"

If others heard this, they would feel that Ren Kuan was a little frivolous and contemptuous.

But Jiu'er didn't think so, the two of them went up to the second floor, and there were guests outside, Jiu'er pushed open the door of the private room, led Ren Kuan in, and then murmured: "I'm worthless..."

Ren Kuan wanted to let go of those great principles, and he was more concerned about the Maoer in front of him, who seemed lively but actually had low self-esteem.

Liu'er put him in a very high place to look up at, even to the point of sacrosanct. Ren Kuan knew that he was an ordinary person, and he didn't need Liu'er to feel that he couldn't reach him. The distance between them was as far away as Liu'er imagined. .

Ren Kuan sat down on the small bed, watching Jiu'er's every move, "Why?"

How can there be any reason?This is not an obvious thing, not to mention that I am blind, uneducated, and have no money, Jiu'er has forgotten what he looks like, maybe he is skinny and ordinary-looking.

These are all external things. When it comes to connotation, the price has already dropped on this street, so what is the connotation?

Blind people are born inferior.

Jiu'er didn't speak again, Ren Kuan didn't want to embarrass him, he stretched out his hand and pinched Jiu'er's palm, his palm was strong, and his tone was flat, "But you are very expensive here, you have a sweet mouth and a sweet person, and you still miss me every day , isn't it?"

The person in the palm of the hand struggled instinctively, not because of shyness, but because of the kind of humbleness that permeated from his bones. After hearing Ren Kuan's approval, he actually confronted Jiu'er, as if he kept telling Jiu'er , "You are not as good as Ren Kuan said."

"You don't believe it?" Ren Kuan pulled Jiu'er to sit beside him, "Do you know what you look like?"

Before Jiu'er had time to turn on the air conditioner, there was only one buzzing electric fan in the small private room, blowing the heat back and forth, which did not relieve the heat at all.

After getting close to Ren Kuan, Jiu'er felt hotter and hotter, a thin layer of sweat oozed from his palms, and he shook his head.

Ren Kuan grabbed Jiu'er's chin, and rubbed his fingers on Jiu'er's cheek, "You look really good-looking. Among the people I've ever met, you are the prettiest."

Jiu'er still didn't believe it, he had no concept of beauty and ugliness, it was because of Ren Kuan that he cared about his own appearance.

Ren Kuan lifted the bangs on Jiu'er's forehead, exposing Jiu'er's entire face, under the dim and ambiguous warm light, everything looked extraordinarily soft.

He tapped Jiu'er's forehead, "It's a beautiful forehead." Ren Kuan's vocabulary is limited, and he can't come up with words such as fullness of the sky, scorpion's head and moth eyebrows, and good-looking has become the most advanced description.

Fingers are slowly moving down, Jiu'er's eyebrows are slender like a girl, "The eyebrows are also delicate, and the eyes..."

When talking about the eyes, Ren Kuan paused, moved closer, and his hot breath pressed against Jiu'er's face.

"Jiuer, your eyes are very big." But it lost its luster and charm, as if coated with a layer of gray matte, Ren Kuan held back for a long time before he found a decent word, "exquisite and clear."

The corner of the eye is only there for a moment, it goes over the nose and reaches the lips.

Ren Kuan pressed his index finger on Jiu'er's lips, and Ren Kuan couldn't put it down because of the soft touch of his fingertips.

The cramped environment magnified all the senses infinitely, the pulse, heartbeat, and breathing were all deafening in an instant, and the hot and humid air made Ren Kuan's mouth dry.

"Lips..." Ren Kuan didn't know how to describe it. He pressed his fingertips again, and there was a crimson and sweet smell that filled the entire small room. Ren Kuan racked his brains but couldn't think of a good adjective, "very soft." ..."

He can't describe how soft it is. Jiu'er's lips are very thin and slightly narrow, with a slightly raised upper lip. It's a bit pitiful without pouting, so he always thinks that Jiu'er is painful.

There was a pause for a few seconds, the itchy feeling made Jiu'er couldn't help sticking out her pink tongue and licking her lips, the tip of her tongue just touched Ren Kuan's fingertips.

Ren Kuan was a little absent-minded, and the tip of his tongue was soft, and Jiu'er was like a... a little milk cat that hadn't grown up yet, docile and soft, whimpering, and only scratched when he was angry.

Is this called good-looking?Jiu'er doesn't quite understand, but he is also a person in the world of mortals. Ren Kuan thinks he is good-looking, so he is a little complacent. What Ren Kuan likes is the best, so he also counts?

The humidity on his fingertips hadn't dissipated yet, Ren Kuan didn't dare to touch Jiu'er's lips anymore, he pinched the tip of Jiu'er's nose in a panic, "The nose is also pretty, with a high bridge, like me..."

"Really?" Jiu'er, who hadn't spoken all this time, asked suddenly, "Brother Kuan, what do you look like? Are you good-looking?"

There is no way to describe whether a big man is good-looking, Ren Kuan can't answer, "Not as good-looking as you."

Jiu'er didn't believe it, Ren Kuan was the best in his mind, even Ren Kuan himself couldn't say that.

He tentatively stretched out his hands, and the palms touched Ren Kuan's neck.

Ren Kuan moved instinctively, but did not avoid it after recovering, and said, "Not as soft as you."

Ren Kuan's words gave Jiu'er great courage. He imitated Ren Kuan's movements, covering Ren Kuan's neck with his hands, and felt the bulge of his Adam's apple in his palms, which was so hard.

The delicate feeling on the neck was really itchy, Ren Kuan couldn't bear it, and couldn't refuse Jiu'er, so he could only relieve it by talking, "Is it?"

As soon as Ren Kuan opened his mouth, his Adam's apple slipped in Jiu'er's palm, and a subtle feeling spread from his palm to Jiu'er's heart, and he and Ren Kuan itched together.

He didn't answer Ren Kuan's question, but Jiu'er had the answer in his heart. Ren Kuan was a little different from him, he was tough.

"Hmm..." The little hand groped from the sides of the neck to the back of Ren Kuan's ear.

The earlobes are already sensitive, and Ren Kuan is an extremely ticklish person, so he couldn't hold back, "Jiuer..."

Jiu'er is a bit stubborn, he wants to know what Ren Kuan looks like more than his own appearance.

Then he touched Ren Kuan's nose with his fingers. Ren Kuan said that his nose was very similar to his, so Jiu'er was even more curious.

Ren Kuan's nose bridge was high and hard, and Jiu'er didn't think the two resembled them just based on the touch, so he was a little disappointed and said, "It's not like..."

"What's not like?" Ren Kuan scratched his ears before asking back.

"It's just not like..." Jiu'er couldn't tell, Ren Kuan's outline was very clear from the bridge of his nose to the eye sockets, and he could feel it just by touching him, "It's different."