cold resignation winter snow

Zhique is a host. Although he is only 28 years old, he is already recognized as a big brother in Taiwan.Many first-line celebrities would respectfully call him "Mr. Lin" when they saw him.

Hosting 34 programs a year, Zhique almost never spends a whole day in his own home, the refrigerator is always empty, and the places where he sleeps the most are airplanes and nanny vans besides hotels everywhere.

So when I was diagnosed with smiling depression in July this year, Zhique didn't feel much.He didn't tell anyone around him, he just turned down some work on the excuse that he was too tired.

During the period of "self-healing", Zhique went to the local cat cafe the most.It's a pity that the effect is very little.In the middle and late October, Zhique had the idea of ​​"saying goodbye to the world" for the first time.

Zhique didn't dare to think, if she hadn't received the invitation from the "Warm New Home" program group at that time, and hadn't met Ji Lang, would she have passed away successfully.

Fortunately, there was no if, "Wen Xin" sent himself an invitation on the day his condition worsened, and he accepted it on a whim, changing a possible tragedy.

Lying in the bathtub, Zhique childishly pushed a Erha's floating toy into the water and bounced it up again, but the young man showed a pleased smile on his face.

The self-entertainment was interrupted by a knock on the bathroom door, and Ji Lang nervously called him "Brother" outside.

Zhique didn't respond, and was fascinated to remember that when he first started recording "Wen Xin", he suddenly wanted to feel the feeling of drowning when he was taking a bath.

After suffocating for an unknown amount of time, the first perception of the world is the warm touch on the lips.Ji Lang panickedly called him "Mr. Lin" in his ear.

Zhique coughed out a few sips of water, and was amused by the anxious expression of the always well-behaved little milk dog. He raised his hand, intending to snort the other party's wet hair, but the moment he lifted it up, he suddenly felt something else. an idea.

The young man who came back from a stroll around the ghost gate was extremely daring at the time, and his usual warm and jade-like senior appearance faded away in the bath, and he put his hand on the buttocks that were close at hand like an old hooligan , squeezed.

Even though his voice was still hoarse after being drowned just now, it can be judged that this person has recovered from the words he said——

"I touched you, hit me, hehe~"

Well, it should be that he hasn't recovered his sanity yet.

After a daze, Ji Lang's first reaction was "So Mr. Lin, you have this style of painting", then pursed his lips, and said calmly, "If touching my ass can make you no longer want to commit suicide, then Just touch it."

Zhique paused with his hand on the opponent's hip, and finally came to his senses. Not only did he not die, but he also molested the savior severely with Qiu Bao.

After that day, the gap between the two newcomers and their seniors disappeared, which seemed to be a matter of course. One day, the docile little milk dog was sitting on a swing chair in the yard talking with another guest from the program group. When I went back at night, I blocked him in the bathroom.

That was the first time that Zhique saw the domineering possessiveness of the little wolfdog in Ji Lang's eyes.He asked him what he was talking about after sitting so close to the other party all night, and whether he liked the other party more than himself.

Zhique laughed: "I chatted with him all night just to see if my well-behaved roommate would be jealous because of this, so are you jealous?"

Ji Lang said "Brother, you are too bad", then bowed his head and kissed him, different from the artificial respiration of the first aid, the same warm lips this time only felt aggression and ferocity.

Tsk, I really didn't see it~ Ji Xiaolanggou~

Chitose closed her eyes——

Ji Lang directly broke the lock and broke in.

Zhique opened his eyes and looked at his little boyfriend with a smile.

There was still fear in Ji Lang's eyes. Seeing Zhique's obvious playfulness at this moment, he was relieved from the bottom of his heart, but he couldn't calm down quickly.

"Brother, you can't always scare me..."

Zhique raised her hand out of the water with a clatter, and gave him one.

Resignedly, Ji Lang took the bath towel from the side and stepped forward, and scooped him up in a commanding manner.

Zhique purposely wrapped her wet arm around the opponent's neck: "Have you covered the camera?"

Ji Lang glanced at him darkly, but didn't answer.

Zhique pinched his face with a smile, leaned up and kissed his chin, and watched with satisfaction that her little boyfriend was instantly comforted.