Don't secretly shoot women's clothing gangsters

Ding Zile went back and forth very quickly.While Qian Cheng was still full of thoughts, a warm little quilt fell from the sky.

Qian Cheng quickly grabbed the quilt and surrounded himself tightly. "Save some for me." Ding Zile looked sad, "I'm also very scared, okay?"

This is not obvious at all.

Qian Cheng had no choice but to give up some of the quilts very reluctantly. The small quilts brought a strong sense of security, and the small animal coat made people feel extremely comfortable and safe.

"Fortunately, it's winter." Ding Zile stared at the TV and said, "If it's summer, the quilt will be useless."

Qian Cheng huddled under the quilt, stubbornly suppressing the surging hiccups: "You watch ghost movies, hiccup, you still have experience."

"That's right." Ding Zile said, "So it's not a big deal to have some physical reactions..."

"...Normally, shouldn't you pretend that you didn't see anything?" Qian Cheng's hiccup stopped instantly, and he glared at Ding Zile, only to find that this guy was still smiling. My God, I'm so sorry to the director and Actor.

"No, I just think you're funny." Ding Zile glanced at Qian Cheng, and couldn't stop smiling, "Ah, forget it."

"Don't, continue." Qian Cheng hurriedly stopped, and Ding Zile paused in mid-air with his hand holding the remote control, hesitating for a moment: "Why don't we change to a comedy and just laugh softly."

"...Can we not discuss this topic?" It was almost endless, Qian Cheng had a headache, the little quilt and coat couldn't hide his embarrassment at all, Qian Cheng simply buried his head in the quilt.

Ding Zile smiled back, "I'm sorry."

"I'm sorry." Qian Cheng tilted his head, revealing a small part of his face, "Why are you acting weird today, crazy."

Ding Zile didn't know what to say for a while, after all, Qian Cheng, a shameless person, was not only wearing his small animal coat but also wrapped in his little quilt, curled up very gently, which made Ding Zile feel like this person couldn't escape me Illusion of Talons.

"...It's okay." Ding Zile tilted his head and prepared to focus on the ghost film.

"...I'd better go back to sleep first." Qian Cheng sighed, lifted the quilt, and when he was about to hand it back to Ding Zile, his excellent eyesight accidentally caught some important points.

Ding Zile bent one leg with a cold face: "Can I say hello first? It's cold."

"You..." Qian Cheng felt that he should really accept the proposal to change to a comedy film just now. After thinking about it, he silently covered Ding Zile with the little quilt.

"Coat." Ding Zile sighed.

"Oh." Qian Cheng was stunned for a moment and began to unbutton, and when he handed the coat to Ding Zile, he comforted him superficially, "It's okay, there are basically ghost movies..."

"Don't squeeze me in the future." Ding Zile stared at the TV without taking off his jacket.

"why?"

"Are you stupid?" Ding Zile glared at him with red eyes, "Do you want me to demonstrate to you?"

The light on the TV is flickering. Where is the movie going? Qian Cheng is no longer interested. He just feels his body temperature is dropping a little bit. Will he put his coat directly on Ding Zile's face in the next second or what? decided.

After a fierce ideological struggle, Qian Cheng still put his coat on the sofa, and returned to the room with his mouth shut.

What a mess.

Ding Zile likes men.And he happened to be within the scope of his interest.Qian Cheng didn't know how to handle this relationship anymore, and it was obviously impossible to continue the original rhythm and style.

It's all because of his good eyesight, the little deaf and blind passer-by is a little dereliction of duty today.But looking at Ding Zile's appearance, he felt a little funny for no reason.He couldn't tell what kind of emotion it was, like a drop of ink falling into the water, and it quickly spread, and there was no time to stop it.

Everything changed.

The picture frantically flashed back in his mind, Qian Cheng rolled himself into a spring roll, but he couldn't fall asleep smoothly.

Ding Zile's ghost movie show tonight lost most of its flavor, until the end of the movie, his mind was still rumbling with the stupid conversation just now.Ding Zile admits that he was probably stimulated by the year-end couple next door, and even came out with hints that this heroic style does not fit his usual graceful temperament at all.

This relationship is completely over.

Ding Zile felt very melancholy, so melancholy that he didn't even bother to go back to the bedroom, so he slept on the sofa all night under a small quilt.

When I woke up the next morning, I had a stiff neck.

A couple of sneezes are also included.

When Ding Zile sneezed for the third time within ten seconds, Qian Cheng dug out the cold medicine from the medicine box: "You'd better drink some."

"I'll be sleepy." When Ding Zile didn't take the medicine, he was simply a stubborn little red soldier.

"...Does your unit need to save the earth today?" Qian Cheng was a little indifferent to this inexplicable attachment, and forced the cold medicine to be brewed and pushed in front of him, "Drink it, I don't want to be infected."

In fact, the stiff neck is more uncomfortable than a cold. Ding Zile regretted that he was lazy and didn't go back to the house last night. After all, middle-aged and elderly people can't sleep anywhere.

"Here you are." Qian Cheng slapped yesterday's ointment in Ding Zile's hand, "Apply it yourself when you have time."

"Thank you." Ding Zile consciously took out the mask from the medicine box and covered half of his face.

Even after so many years, the impulsiveness, irritability, and inability to withstand stimulation are still deeply hidden in the original bones.

Ding Zile couldn't find anything else besides the festive atmosphere, which made people lose themselves, even though he didn't even know the situation of the other party. External factors added.

If there is no external cause, there is only internal cause.

He has seen through himself, but he is powerless to change. This powerlessness has further promoted his irritability and impulsiveness... When Ding Zile regained consciousness with his bag, the bus had already left.

"...Let's take a taxi." Qian Cheng said beside him.

Ding Zile looked at him in astonishment, the mask covered most of his face, but his eyes were still filled with sentences like "Why are you here because of you" and "Why didn't you rush me to get in the car just now".

"You have an expression of wondering who am I, where am I from and where am I going? I'm afraid that if I call you, you'll have a heart attack." Qian Cheng exhaled whitely, and pulled the scarf, "Yes Shall I ask for leave for you?"

Ding Zile waved his hand: "No, thank you." After a pause, "I'm fine."

It's a lie to say it's okay.The physique of middle-aged and elderly people is really no better than that of young people. Ding Zile was slanted in his chair all morning, and he didn't get any better at noon.

The ointment given by Qian Cheng was still lying in the bag, and Ding Zile knew that the medicine was not bad, so he ordered a work meal in the cafeteria, intending to self-sufficiently apply it twice.

What a tragedy, Ding Zile thought, the helpless middle-aged uncle is actively treating himself now...

Not long after the treatment started, Qian Cheng's phone call came rushing in.

"Aren't you going to eat?" Qian Cheng asked immediately.

"...working overtime at noon," Ding Zile was actively looking for this acupoint and that acupoint, "I ordered a work meal."

"Oh..." Qian Cheng was stunned for a moment, "Well, your cat doesn't seem to be here today."

"Are you afraid of people? There are so many people now." Ding Zile paused, "I'll go down and have a look later."

Qian Cheng wanted to say something, but there was really nothing to say, so he hung up the phone, feeling embarrassment written all over his body.

Ding Zile didn't expect that he would be so fragile by a stiff neck, and it was really uncomfortable when he lasted until three o'clock in the afternoon. He entrusted several aunts in the department to take care of him, and took the opportunity of going out to do errands to go home first.

"Keep your mobile phone unblocked." Sister Liu reminded him, but Ding Zile didn't hear what he said, so he flashed out the door.

Stumbling back home, taking a hot bath, taking medicine, and applying medicine, he breathed a sigh of relief while lying on the bed. Seeing that it was still half an hour away from get off work, Ding Zile turned off his phone and fell asleep.

There's nothing that one night's sleep can't fix, and if there is, then two.

As soon as Ding Zile closed his eyes, all the bar truth or dare pistachio ghost quilts were dangling in his mind.In just a few seconds, the world was completely clean.

Didn't even dream.

If it weren't for Qian Cheng's majestic knock on the door, Ding Zile might have slept until the next day.

"Why didn't you answer my call?" Qian Cheng stared, "I thought you were missing."

"Uncomfortable..." Ding Zile's voice was hoarse, he turned around and took a sip of half a glass of water before recovering, "I didn't pay attention to my phone."

"Are you okay?" Qian Cheng saw that his expression was not right, and stretched out his hand to put it on his forehead, "It's a bit burning."

"It's okay, just sweat." Ding Zile closed his eyes for a while, and he didn't know if it was caused by a stiff neck or a cold, maybe both, his eyes were so astringent that it was uncomfortable to open them for a second longer.

"Then go ahead and rest." Qian Cheng sighed, "Do you want something to eat?"

"No need." Ding Zile didn't bother to close the door, he fell back on the bed and got under the covers, "Help me close the door."

People are really weird.Obviously, yesterday he looked as strong as a cow, but today he was weak and weak. Qian Cheng closed the door carefully, walked around the living room twice, changed his shoes and went out.

He was sleeping soundly, but was disturbed by that bastard Qian Cheng, turning left and right, and couldn't fall asleep anymore.Ding Zile rolled over again tenaciously, so he closed his eyes and fell asleep.

When the eyes are closed, the ears are opened.The house is very quiet, there is no sound, it seems that Qian Cheng is still a little restrained.The sound of cars passing by outside the community and the sound of people returning home all entered his ears bit by bit.

He dreaded this moment.

At dusk, the crowd is noisy and the family is harmonious.Most importantly, I'm still hungry.I really shouldn't have rejected Qian Cheng's suggestion just now, and it wouldn't matter if I asked Qian Cheng to come.

The best is the pumpkin porridge from the refreshment shop by the lake...

Ding Zile swallowed his saliva very hopelessly, ah, he wants to eat, but he doesn't want to go out.

Then Ding Zile heard the sound of the door opening, he opened his eyes and sat up straight.

Ding Zile was still able to maintain the most basic level of vigilance even when his mother was so ill. At this time, if there were no thieves, the only one would be Qian Cheng... Qian Cheng went out?

Ding Zile decided to go out and have a look.

"You just went out?" He leaned against the door and glanced at the lunch box on the table.

"Well, I bought porridge." Qian Cheng took the food out of the bag, "Eat a little, it's good for recovery."

Ding Zile is as good as he is, and when he saw the bowl of pumpkin porridge, the idea of ​​not marrying if you are not a gentleman arises spontaneously.

"Didn't you say not to eat?" Qian Cheng said with a smile, "Forget it, just pretend I didn't say so."

"...how much?" Ding Zile hesitated, "Actually, just go and buy something to eat."

"Come on, you're so picky." Qian Cheng pushed the dishes in front of him, "Let's keep healthy, after all, we are middle-aged and elderly..."

"Thank you." Ding Zile took out a piece of paper and wiped his nose.

"You don't have to be so polite to me." Qian Cheng moved a little uncomfortably, "I'm really not used to your sudden behavior..."

"I've always been very polite." Ding Zile smiled after a long time, "I'll give you a red envelope later."

Qian Cheng didn't say anything, just watched him eat, and packed up the lunch box before Ding Zile could do anything after eating: "You go back to the house, take a break for the next two days, Monday will be fine."

Ding Zile smiled and said nothing.

Qian Cheng is a kind person, he knows it.It is precisely because of his kindness that he can tolerate, disregard previous suspicions, and pretend that he doesn't know anything.

Also good.

When Ding Zile got under the covers, Qian Cheng knocked and pushed, and poked his head in by the way.

"how?"

"You haven't taken the medicine yet." Qian Cheng put the cup on his bedside table, "I withdraw it."

"Wait."

"Why? Don't accept thank you." Qian Cheng still managed to maintain his personality at this time.

"Thank you for your kindness." Ding Zile sat up and took a sip of medicine, "I'm sorry for yesterday."

"Fuck, can you say anything else besides thank you and sorry?" Qian Cheng frowned.

"You're welcome." Ding Zile smiled, "I'm serious... I shouldn't have told you that."

"It's okay, I don't discriminate." Qian Cheng shrugged, "I think you're pretty good..."

"Oh..." Ding Zile nodded with a smile, "I think I'm fine too."

"Can you stop being so narcissistic at this time." Qian Cheng also couldn't help laughing.

"Qian Cheng." Ding Zile sighed, "Actually, you don't have to be so nice to me."

"Then I'm not too inhuman?" Qian Cheng smiled, "At any rate, we also get along day and night..."

"You know I like you." Ding Zile looked at him with reddened eyes, "If you can't respond, you should...keep a little distance."

Qian Cheng stopped talking.After a while, he moved his fingers to confirm that he was still alive and not turned into a statue.

He leaned over to kiss Ding Zile's face, and looked at him at a distance: "Response...is that so?"

"Come here." Ding Zile hooked his fingers.

"Why?" Before Qian Cheng could react, he was dragged down. Ding Zile's warm breath rushed over, and then Qian Cheng was bitten hard on the neck.

"What are you doing!" He frantically looked for the cup rolling on the floor, "The cup fell over!"

"Make a mark." Ding Zile didn't have a cup in his mind at all, and he let go of him after a while, licking his lips contentedly, "Don't kiss today, so as not to infect you with a cold .”

"Ah." Qian Cheng was stunned for a moment, he didn't expect Ding Zile to be such a calm gentleman.

"Don't look." Ding Zile looked away, "Back off."

Qian Cheng finally broke free from the quilt, helped Ding Zile cover the quilt, and squeezed his palm by the way.very hot.

"Back off." Ding Zile closed his eyes.

"Hey." Qian Cheng picked up the cup that had fallen on the ground. Fortunately, there was a carpet on the floor, and fortunately Ding Zile drank up the medicine very frugally.Not even a scum left.

Ding Zile probably really liked him, so much that he could restrain himself.Although the restraint wasn't perfect... Qian Cheng washed the cups in the kitchen, then leaned against the sink in a daze.

He is confused.

There was one he liked.This person is not bad.Even if you're a man, it's okay to give it a try.

This person happened to be interested in him too.

It is impossible for him to have a falling out with Ding Zile now, it is not suitable from any point of view.At this time, the little deaf blind preacher sees the problem very clearly, leaving the problem alone will only make the situation worse.

In the final analysis, it was still Ding Zile.

Qian Cheng meditated in the kitchen for about 15 minutes, paced back and forth for several rounds, and finally decided to watch in the living room.

"Come in if you want." Ding Zile's message.

"??" Qian Cheng quickly ran to open the door, "How do you know I'm outside?"

"Listen to the voice." Ding Zile wrapped himself tightly, only showing his face, "You are shaking when you walk..."

"It's that exaggerated." Qian Cheng closed the door and moved closer to his bed, "Then I won't move, you sleep."

"Okay." Ding Zile really closed his eyes and turned over, leaving Qian Cheng with a round back.

The current scene can indeed be regarded as quiet and beautiful.It was already dark, and I was so dizzy that I couldn't see anything clearly.But he could hear the other party's breathing, which was rhythmic, and Ding Zile's breathing was also nasal. It seemed that he was really sick.Hearing this voice, Qian Cheng felt a little sad.

He is like this, he doesn't see other people being weak, he always has a maternal outburst and wants to take good care of others.

Ding Zile probably fell asleep, and his breathing became even after a while. Although his nose was still blocked, he could tell he was sleeping soundly.

After sitting for a while, Qian Cheng felt a little cold. There was no heating in the room, so there was nothing he could do to sit like this. After hesitating for a while, he decided to go back to the room to get a small quilt or something.It would be better if he could move, he must be as quiet as a chicken now.

"Little Qian." Ding Zile's voice came, and Qian Cheng froze by the door: "It's too loud, did it wake you up?"

"No, I'm a light sleeper." Ding Zile said, "Don't go."

"Don't go." Qian Cheng hesitated for a moment, and was about to say, but baby, I'm cold, when Ding Zile said, "Why don't you squeeze me, don't freeze."

"I'm not like someone who slept all night wrapped in a small quilt..." Qian Cheng said so, but still hesitated when faced with the invitation of the big quilt.

This is a big quilt!