Widowed Bot Lane [eSports]

"Isn't it said that squirrels like to eat melon seeds and walnuts? Why do they even drink yogurt?"

Jing Fan sat on his bed, watching Xiao Zeyang gently dragging Bruto with one hand, and delivering yogurt into Bruto's mouth with a disposable syringe with the needle removed in the other hand, holding back for a long time before he couldn't help asking.

I bought this yogurt from An Muxi, and it's really not cheap.

"Then people are not allowed to improve the food?"

Xiao Zeyang didn't look at Jing Fan when he was talking, but kept staring at Pluto, who was lying on his hands and drinking yogurt. That little white belly looked so good to the touch.

Hearing this, Jing Fan was silent for a while, then sat down beside Xiao Zeyang with a smile, stretched out his arms and gently put his arms around his shoulders, leaned into his ear and said softly: "...then you plan to do it whenever you want?" Improve the food for me?"

Xiao Zeyang's body stiffened involuntarily.

Of course he knew what Jing Fan meant by saying this now, and then he paused for two seconds and turned back to look at Jing Fan with a blushing face: "Hey, you stinky rascal, do you still think about something else? something happened..."

"You see, if you don't improve, you won't improve, and you have to scold me." Jing Fan deliberately looked at Xiao Zeyang with an aggrieved face, smacked his lips, and continued: "What's wrong with a hooligan, no hooligan can chase you Do you have it..."

"Wow, don't make what I said seem like a mess, okay?" Xiao Zeyang pushed the last sip of yogurt to Bruto with a syringe, and then put him back in the cage, "I'm a serious person. "

"Oh, e-sports slut."

"get out."

****

Brutal's ability to adapt is quite fast, and he is not afraid of people. The only bad thing is that he doesn't like to stay in the cage, especially when there are people nearby, he wants to come out to join in the fun.

Jing Fan and Xiao Zeyang wanted to chat for a while, but they kept listening to it jingling in the background, making them uneasy.

"This kid has had a bloody fight today."

Finally, Xiao Zeyang couldn't help but turned his head to look at Bruto, and when Bruto saw that someone finally focused his attention on it, he quickly stood in the cage obediently and looked at Xiao Zeyang, with his little paws folded on top of him. At the same time, the eyes are full of eagerness and longing, and I feel that if I can talk, I can also recite a heartbreaking poem.

Xiao Zeyang's heart softened, he stood up and went to the front of Brutal's cage and grabbed a few pills to tease him.

"Do you think it looks a bit like a person?" Jing Fan sat on the bed, put one hand behind his back and turned to look at Brutal, and couldn't help asking with a smile.

"Who?" Xiao Zeyang turned to look at Jing Fan, "Me?"

"Huh? How do you know..." Xiao Zeyang's answer made Jing Fan suddenly feel a little surprised. He really didn't expect Xiao Zeyang to have such self-knowledge.

"Li Xiaoru also told me before." Xiao Zeyang smiled, and his mood didn't seem to become any bad because of mentioning Li Xiaoru, "She said that sometimes when Brutal is sad, he is exactly like me."

"Then it feels like she's not very cold to you, at least she knows what it's like when you're sad." Jing Fan smiled.

"Forget it," Xiao Zeyang snorted, "Maybe she only knows how I feel when I'm sad."

"Hey, little sheep, let me ask you, what were you two talking about upstairs?"

Jing Fan finally couldn't help muttering something.

In fact, he has been holding back these words since Xiao Zeyang first came out of Li Xiaoru's house until now. He thought he had to swallow them back into his stomach intact, but now that the two of them have already talked to this point , Jing Fan thought it would be better to just ask by the way.

Anyway, if Xiao Zeyang didn't want to answer, he wouldn't force him.

"We didn't talk about anything," Xiao Zeyang said, "It's just that she said she wanted to tell my parents about the two of us."

"..."

Obviously, this problem-solving idea is really novel to Jing Fan, and for a while, he really didn't know how to answer it, and he couldn't get it out of his mouth.

After all, this Li Xiaoru looks like she is about twenty years old, and she keeps her mouth shut and... sues her parents?

"But then she said no to me again," Xiao Zeyang looked at Jing Fan and shrugged, "I really don't understand her."

Jing Fan smiled.

"If you really go and sue, I won't be afraid," Xiao Zeyang continued, "No one has died in life since ancient times. If you die sooner or later, you will die."

"..." Jing Fan suddenly felt a little dumbfounded, "Why do you have to die?"

"It's okay to not die," Xiao Zeyang said, and suddenly smiled at Jing Fan, "When you meet the parents, you go and pretend to be a big girl."

"That won't work." Jing Fan shook his head without thinking.

"What?"

"I'm afraid it's too beautiful and you can't hold back and fuck me by yourself."

"..."

Xiao Zeyang was speechless by Jing Fan, turned around and continued to tease Brutal with mouse food, while teasing, he unconsciously raised the corner of his mouth and muttered: "Isn't it a matter of time..."

****

"Bad thing? What bad thing?"

Originally, Wang Su, who had put most of his energy into fighting the landlord just now, immediately became interested when he heard what He Weiming said.

After all, there are too many bad things from He Weiming's mouth, all kinds of strange things, only you can't think of it, and he can't do it.

"I won't tell you," He Weiming smiled, "You just know that I'm in a very good mood right now."

"...Then what kind of fart are you telling me?" Seeing that He Weiming didn't mean to tell himself at all, Wang Su could only give He Weiming a disappointed look, and knocked on the table casually: "Oh, it's just right, you put that Tear off the tea bag and throw two or three into the water cup for me."

"Why, don't you plan to sleep?" He Weiming asked Wang Su while tearing.

"It's a fart. I created 20 Happy Beans for my wife's account and entered it. If I don't win it back, I will be skinned."

"Just take 20 yuan and put it in it..." He Weiming raised his eyebrows, "Why are you so stubborn?"

"I heard that you have never been married," Wang Su couldn't help but snorted coldly, "What kind of family can spend 20 yuan on Happy Beans? There is a mine at home?"

"Actually, you just want to play by yourself." He Weiming waved his hands, and didn't talk to Wang Su: "Okay, you can play, I have to go to bed, and I have to train tomorrow."

"Aren't you going to follow up and report the latest situation of Shen Zheng and her female guest?" Seeing that He Weiming was about to go out, Wang Su couldn't help but stopped him with a smirk, "Maybe there will be surprises~"

He Weiming stopped his movements when he heard Wang Su's words. He held the door of Wang Su's office with one hand. Maybe there will be surprises.”

"What do you mean?"

"Big transformation into a living person."

He Weiming narrowed his eyes, then closed the door and walked away.

Wang Su, who had a slightly longer reflex arc, sat alone in front of the computer and thought hard for a long time before he suddenly realized that he slapped the table and howled at He Weiming who was about to disappear at the end of the corridor: "Hey, I said you are wicked or not. ah!"

****

He Weiming was in a pretty good mood when he came out from Wang Su.

It's not because of the things I talked with Wang Su, but because of the conversations between Shen Zheng and Xia Wan that I overheard when I went to the youth training department just now.

To be honest, in He Weiming's heart, Xia Wan has always been a hurdle for him. Although this hurdle is not big, it is indeed a bit easy to stumble, and it is quite uncomfortable.

But He Weiming couldn't spare his face to ask Shen Zheng these things, he could only look for some vague clues from the clues to figure out the relationship between Shen Zheng and Xia Wan.

To this day, when He Weiming overheard those conversations from the door of Shen Zheng's office, his mood instantly felt like a river channel that had been silted up for too long was finally dredged in an instant, and even his breathing seemed to be smooth. a lot.

It seems that Shen Zheng didn't lie to him before...

It's good if you don't cheat, and if you don't cheat, it means that there is still room for the relationship between the two people.

While thinking, He Weiming happily took the tea leaves that Wang Su had exploited and walked towards the room, but as soon as he reached the door, he suddenly saw a person standing not far away.

……

Because the light in the corridor is broken and no one has been found to fix it yet, He Weiming can only see a rough outline.

Fortunately, this outline is no stranger to him.

He Weiming narrowed his eyes: "Shen Zheng?"

The person in the shadow was stunned for a moment when he heard the name, and then quickly turned around: "Hey? I've been waiting for you for a long time, where have you been?"

"Go to Wang Su's to get a bag of tea." He Weiming smiled and took out the key from his pocket: "Are you sending Xia Wan away?"

"Did you go to see me..."

Originally, Shen Zheng was not sure about this matter in his heart, but when He Weiming asked himself this question, everything became clear, but for the sake of prudence, he still asked He Weiming.

"Yeah, I saw you called me before and I didn't answer, so I went to find you." He Weiming opened the door, walked in, and turned on the light, "I didn't expect that there would be unexpected gains... um... "

Before He Weiming finished speaking, he felt that Shen Zheng behind him suddenly entered the room sideways and quickly closed the door with his backhand, and then kissed his lips firmly.

Maybe it's because He Weiming has long been used to Shen Zheng's domineering and unreasonable kissing style. When Shen Zheng's lips came close, He Weiming had already put his arms around Shen Zheng's neck, and leaned his back against the door to close it. eyes.

It was at this moment that He Weiming finally realized that he might really be unable to escape.

Shen Zheng can represent too many things to He Weiming, a most sincere feeling, a person who once thought he would never be able to grasp it, a memory that he really doesn't want to mention, or, a bottle to eat I can't solve it.

"Shen Zheng..."

He Weiming put his hand into Shen Zheng's hair, and softly called Shen Zheng's name.

"Ok?"

"I think," He Weiming raised his head, "it's better for us to reconcile..."

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