Can't be chased

An Fan thought that Sheng Ming would be in a hurry, so he consciously cleaned it up at night when he took a shower. The quilt was put on the bed.

An Fan's body was as stiff as a rock, and he didn't dare to move.

"What are you doing lying so far away? Can I eat you?"

Sheng Ming's sneer sounded, An Fan seemed to have just been touched by the movement control mechanism on his body, he moved his numb feet and arms, gritted his teeth and moved to Sheng Ming's side.

His hand covered Sheng Ming's body, and when he was about to take off Sheng Ming's pajamas, he was held down.

"Is it that scary?"

An Fan's hands were shaking all the time, and it didn't help that he bit his lips until they turned white.

Sheng Ming took his hand off his body and turned off the light.In the darkness, An Fan heard Sheng Ming's voice, mocking.

"Go to sleep, it's not too late to do it after your body has recovered. Maybe you are not the only one who needs to do psychological construction."

An Fan didn't understand what he meant at first, but when he figured it out, it was as if a thunderbolt struck directly from the Tianling Gai, shaking him dizzy.

"You, do you... despise... me?"

The dark period when the lights were turned off for the first time passed, and the room gradually became able to see. An Fan stared straight at Sheng Ming, trying to see his expression clearly.

Sheng Ming closed his eyes: "You don't have to think too much, although I haven't gone out to find anyone after the contract, but I had a lot of bed partners before, so I can't ask you anything in this regard."

"Then what do you mean?"

Sheng Ming didn't answer him again, turned around and lifted An Fan back to the bed to lie down, and tucked in the quilt.

"Who knows."

He hugged Anfan even under the quilt, not letting him move, and said with a slight warning: "Sleep!"

Sheng Ming admitted that he cared, he cared terribly, as soon as he remembered that someone else had entered the place he entered, as long as he remembered that An Fan was pregnant with someone else's child, Sheng Ming was afraid that he would not be able to control himself. /death him.

He is not disgusted, just jealous.His reason stopped him from being angry, and his anger kept destroying his reason.

He was worried that in this case, he would hurt Anfan.

An Fan was stunned for a long time, until his eyes were sore, he grabbed Sheng Ming's arm that was hugging the quilt, moved his body twice, and was hugged even tighter, clamping his hands and feet.

"What are you messing with?"

"I'm going to turn sideways."

Sheng Ming didn't let go: "Why are there so many things, just go to bed quickly."

An Fan insisted: "I want to watch you sleep."

Sheng Ming was so disturbed by him that he lost sleepiness at all, and couldn't help opening his eyes when he heard this: "Is it still called sleeping when you look at me?"

Although he was still disgusted, his hands relaxed, and An Fan turned sideways into his arms, and buried his head in his chest.

"Don't you feel bored?"

An Fan shook his head, his soft hair brushed against Sheng Ming's chin.Sheng Ming couldn't help but hugged the person in his arms, and subconsciously followed his back gently.

An Fan's breathing gradually became smoother, Sheng Ming pulled down the quilt to expose his face, otherwise it would be too stuffy to be buried under the quilt.

Probably because it was a little hot from sleeping, An Fan's face showed a color that he didn't usually have.Sheng Ming lightly pinched the blush: "That's great." He will gain weight in the future.

The anger in his heart has gradually calmed down unconsciously, from the annoyance of seeing Li Chengfang arguing with Anfan for the first time a few days ago, to the childish behavior of intentionally snubbing Anfan in front of others and embarrassing him, to the outburst Great anger, all this is not like what Sheng Ming should do.

He likes order and rules. Of course, these rules are made by him for others to follow. What he wants is a sense of control and security in his hands.

An Fan should also be in it, but who knows if he is also gradually falling into An Fan's control?

Sheng Ming was so angry that he squeezed the hand on the back of Anfan's neck hard, then let go and rubbed gently.

Sheng Ming said that he took Anfan to have his hair cut the next day, but it still dragged on until the weekend.

On Saturday morning, Dr. Wu checked Anfan and said that his body is too weak, and it is best to take care of him before trying to conceive.In the past two years, An Fan has been sick many times, but he has never been to the hospital. It was all seen by Dr. Wu, who is very aware of the special nature of An Fan's body.

Sheng Ming asked Dr. Wu to go out with him alone. He lit a cigarette, and the smoke curled up and was blown away by the wind.

"Is having a baby harmful to his body?"

Dr. Wu pondered for a while, and then suggested: "I don't focus on this area. If you agree, I can recommend another professional doctor."

The sparks gradually burned to the finger, Sheng Ming pressed it out in the ashtray: "You mean, is it dangerous?"

"Mr. An has a special body. There are relatively few production precedents and experience in this area. There is no guarantee that there will be no accidents. However, if you take care of your body and take care of it during pregnancy, you don't have to worry too much."

Sheng Ming seemed to be thinking, and after a while he said, "That doctor, please ask him to contact me."

Sheng Ming entered the bedroom, An Fan had already tidied himself up, and was sitting by the bed with some anxiety.

"Dr. Wu left?"

Sheng Ming put his eyes on his unconscious fingers entangled with the sheets, nodded, and finally didn't say anything about changing doctors.

"Clean up and go out to eat, and get a haircut after eating."

Anfan didn't move: "What did the doctor say?"

Sheng Ming stared at his expression closely, as if to see through his psychology: "Don't worry, there's nothing wrong with it."

An Fan's hands tightened suddenly, his face turned pale, he noticed that Sheng Ming was looking at him, he raised his face and smiled: "That's good."

Sheng Ming felt a little annoyed seeing his obvious fear.Didn't you want to keep Li Chengfang's bastard child?Now why are you so repelled to conceive a child of your own?

The two of them didn't speak a word along the way, An Fan leaned against the window, looking out in a daze.When they arrived at the dining place, Sheng Ming directly ordered dishes, which were all An Fan's favorite.

An Fan had no appetite, and was worried about making Sheng Ming unhappy, so he ate slowly.

Sheng Ming didn't know what was going on, he never cared about him before, but this time he just kept adding vegetables to his bowl, An Fan couldn't eat so fast, seeing more and more piles on the plate, he finally opened his mouth.

"No, I'm full."

Sheng Ming ignored him, and called the waiter to serve a bowl of hot porridge, put it in front of An Fan, and asked An Fan to finish it all.

He had already stopped his chopsticks and tidied up his appearance. The old god was sitting there supervising Anfan.

An Fan couldn't eat anymore, so he begged for mercy: "Can I have some leftovers?"

"No, your thin arms and legs hurt your hands when you hug them."

An Fan didn't expect that he would say this in public, so he lowered his head in embarrassment and continued to eat hard, and stopped talking.

Seeing that he was having a hard time swallowing, Sheng Ming mercifully let him go: "Forget it this time, and take your time later."

When going to the parking lot, An Fan followed Sheng Ming, half a step behind, Sheng Ming suddenly pulled him forward to a position parallel to him, and held his hand.

The parking lot was empty, An Fan looked at the clasped hands and thought wildly, if someone saw them like this, they might mistake them for a couple in love.

He shook his head, and it was crazy that he wanted to be seen.

No, he thought they were like lovers, which was already crazy.

The barber asked An Fan what hairstyle he wanted, and An Fan was more confused than he was. In the past, when he went to the uncle's house downstairs to have his hair cut, he always sat on a chair and ignored everything else. It was up to the uncle to make his own decisions, which suited An Fan. This kind of person who knows nothing about image-making and doesn't want to use his brain.

"Just... just cut it whatever you want, just a little shorter."

The barber looked at Sheng Ming who was sitting on the sofa next to him, and felt relieved when he saw him nodding, and began to move seriously.

After taking care of it thoroughly, An Fan looked at himself in the mirror, feeling a little embarrassed and turning around.In the past, Sheng Ming basically didn't express any opinions on his appearance, and An Fan didn't think there was anything ugly after cutting his hair, but now he cares a little bit.

His eyes met Sheng Ming's in the mirror, he simply gritted his teeth and pretended nothing had happened and turned his head back, but he got up from the chair and was almost caught by the pedals, so he staggered and supported the seat.

Sheng Ming came over with big strides, pulled him up, and said in a bad tone, "How old are you, can't you be more careful?"

As he spoke, he picked up his left hand to check, and when he saw that there was nothing wrong, the brows relaxed a little.

"It's okay, everything is fine."

Sheng Ming glared at him, An Fan shut his mouth and took his hand back.Sheng Ming suddenly raised his hand and stroked his hair: "It's beautiful."

An Fan's face turned red immediately, and he stammered: "Yes, is it?"

"Yeah." Sheng Ming casually pointed to a five or six-year-old boy who ran past the door of the store, "Just like him."

Anfan: "..."

barber:"……"

Sheng Ming glanced at his watch naturally, and walked out as if nothing had happened. Seeing that Anfan didn't follow, he said a little fiercely: "Aren't you leaving?"

An Fan finally took a look at the glasses. The person inside had short hair and looked like a boy of eighteen or nineteen years old. It wasn't too strange. He wanted to keep up with Sheng Ming, but suddenly found that the tips of Sheng Ming's ears were a little red .

"Have you been bitten by a mosquito? Do you want to wipe something?"

Sheng Ming ignored him, and took even bigger steps. An Fan touched his nose, feeling as if he had pissed him off again.

Sheng Ming didn't go home directly, but parked the car at the entrance of a supermarket not far from home, got out of the car, and An Fan followed consciously.

It was a little strange for two big men to go shopping in the supermarket. An Fan hadn't been out with Sheng Ming much, and he hadn't bought vegetables together in the vegetable, fruit and meat section of the supermarket. He just felt weird everywhere.

Compared with the happy atmosphere of talking and laughing among other shoppers, Sheng Ming didn't talk to An Fan, and just threw things into the shopping cart by himself. A large pendant next to him.

"Well, take one of these?"

An Fan tried to communicate with Sheng Ming, but Sheng Ming took it and took a look, then put it back: "Spicy, don't."

"..." He remembered that Sheng Ming was addicted to spicy food.

When checking out, Sheng Ming suddenly found a small bottle of toilet water in the shopping cart. An Fan was very innocent: "Didn't you get bitten? There seems to be no more at home."

In the end, the bottle of toilet water was taken home.

Sheng Ming carried his things to the kitchen, went to the bedroom and finished changing, and when he came out, he saw Anfan was ready to wash the vegetables.

"what are you doing?"

"Wash the vegetables."

An Fan felt that Sheng Ming's question was very strange, and the next thing was even more strange.Sheng Ming snatched the vegetables in his hands before they had time to put them into the water, and pushed him aside: "Go out."

In the evening, Sheng Ming forced An Fan to eat a lot of food. An Fan's appetite seemed to improve, he didn't refuse like in the restaurant at noon, and he ate obediently, and Sheng Ming was satisfied.

In the end, something went wrong before going to sleep, An Fan ran to the bathroom and vomited, his face was sallow and sallow.

Sheng Ming gave him a cold face, and then he brought Dr. Wu over overnight, took medicine and had an injection to get better.

"His body is relatively weak. He must have not eaten well in the past few days. Suddenly letting him eat so much and a lot of heavy oil will definitely hurt his stomach..."

Dr. Wu said that seeing Sheng Ming's face, he quickly stopped talking, and changed the topic: "It's not that serious. It's a good thing to spit it out. After a night's sleep, it will be fine tomorrow."

After a lot of tossing, it was already past twelve o'clock, and An Fan was still awake.

When Sheng Ming went to bed, An Fan went to put his arms around his neck, and suddenly laughed, and then he couldn't stop laughing. At first, he just laughed silently, and then the subtle breath sounds also let out intermittently. come out.

Sheng Ming asked him, "What are you laughing at?"

An Fan looked up at him, his face was still pale, but his eyes were shining: "I'm very happy today."

Sheng Ming's hand ran through the short hair he had just cut, it was thin and soft, it was too short and could easily slip out between his fingers: "Are you happy when you vomit like that?"

An Fan nodded and lay down again.

Sheng Ming's heart was filled with some sour and weak emotions, which made him want to hug Anfan. Although he was in his arms now, it was not enough. He always felt a little illusory, and Anfan should be real. Caught in his hand.

He said softly: "It's very beautiful, I didn't lie to you."

An Fan wanted to raise his head, but Sheng Ming pressed his head back to his chest. He had no choice but to stretch out his hand and scratch his head.

He was a little shy: "I'm not used to you being so nice."

Sheng Ming's hand paused, and above An Fan's invisible eyes, his eyes were extremely dark.

"Where am I?"

"Everywhere is fine."

An Fan doesn't want to go into details, he wants to cherish everything about this day, there are many Sheng Ming and his first time in it.

An Fan didn't last long before falling asleep, but Sheng Ming didn't. He looked at the delicate features of the person in his arms, and fell asleep like an innocent and indifferent child.

He placed a kiss on Anfan's forehead, and felt weird after the kiss. In his 27 years of life, Sheng Ming has never loved anyone, and he doesn't know how to treat others well. Everything seems to be messed up all the time.

This little fool, what is there to be happy about?