tease you willingly

"I'll go, you/damn look at it." Qian Ning cursed while covering his head.

An Lun leaned against the door frame and looked at the embarrassed Channing expressionlessly.

"Get out of the way," Channing said, opening the door and entering the room, and An Lun also walked in.

"Where's the meal?" An Lun spoke first.

"The rice is in the pot."

"Why don't you bring food?" An Lun said and sat back on the sofa.

"Let's see if you're dead."

"No, we have to wait a few days." An Lun replied.

When Qian Ning heard this, he took a look, "If you're dying, why should you eat?" He looked down at the water cup and medicine box on the coffee table, and asked in surprise, "You haven't taken any medicine?"

"Yes," An Lun agreed sullenly.

"I paid for this, why don't you eat it?" Qian Ning seemed a little annoyed.

"The water is cold." An Lun pointed to the water glass.

Qian Ning was so choked by these words that he coughed, "It's really /day/ a dog, are you useless?"

"You pour it for me." An Lun said with his eyes closed.

Qian Ning was really speechless, "I'm not your grandfather, can I take care of you? I deserve it if I don't eat it."

The atmosphere was a bit awkward. Qian Ning was not someone who swears and swears casually, especially for unfamiliar people. He still has the courtesy he should have. But, now, he really feels like he can't explain his hatred by swearing.

Looking at An Lun's chapped lips, Chan Ning sighed, got up and went into the kitchen, it's really fucking unlucky, he found an ancestor for himself.

An Lun, who took the water glass, drank upside down in one gulp, reached out and handed the water glass to Channing, "Have another glass."

Qian Ning didn't go to pick up the water cup, and directly brought the thermos cup from the kitchen to the coffee table, "Pour it yourself."

An Lun was obedient, he picked up the thermos and poured a glass of water, and took the medicine consciously.

Looking at An Lun who was bitter after taking the medicine, Qian Ning couldn't help laughing.

After taking the medicine, An Lun started to fumble in his pocket again. This should be a habitual action, but he gave up after fumbling twice.

Qian Ning curled his lips to express his contempt, and then asked, "Are you running away from home, marriage, or running away?"

An Lun froze for a moment, then said, "Run away from everything, run away from everything."

"Could it be that you have committed something, will it cause cross/country/chasing/fleeing?" Chan Ning said mockingly.

An Lun looked at Qian Ning with empty eyes, but Qian Ning felt embarrassed.

"I'm hungry." An Lun said, looking away.

"You should go out to eat with me." Channing stood up.

An Lun stood up very actively, and opened the suitcase to find clothes. Seeing this, Qian Ning had to sit back and wait.

After changing his clothes, An Lun stood in front of Qian Ning, and then Qian Ning began to look at the person in front of him.

An Lun is tall and slender, with a standard "same" body shape, and a cotton and linen casual attire, which looks natural and fashionable. His surprisingly handsome facial features are like a perfect transition from two-dimensional to three-dimensional.

Growing up like this will not be a benefit, it can only be a disaster.

A porridge shop nearby.

Qian Ning ordered two bowls of porridge, a plate of fried broccoli, and a plate of fried Chinese cabbage. They were so light to suit An Lun's stomach that had not yet fully recovered.

"Aren't you going to eat?" An Lun asked Channing while looking at the food on the table.

Qian Ning sat down, "Of course I eat, that's all. If you are not full, go back and drink water."

An Lun slightly narrowed his eyes and nodded.

Qian Ning suddenly noticed something, quickly grabbed the spoon on the table, stretched out his hand and pulled a bowl of porridge in front of him, almost letting the boy eat alone.

"Bring—" An Lun said softly, palms up, staring at the porridge that was pulled away by Channing.

At this moment, Qian Ning was scooping up a spoonful of porridge and holding it in his hand. When he saw An Lun's hand still stopped in mid-air, he poured a spoonful of porridge into the palm of his hand.The porridge dripped down his hands.

Qian Ning trembled with a smile, and his two canine teeth made his face as bright as the early sun.

An Lun glanced at Channing, who was smiling silly, took out a tissue to dry his hands, pulled two plates of green vegetables in front of him expressionlessly, and started to eat with his head down.

Qian Ning stopped laughing and trembled, "Your stomach is weak now, so you can't eat too much."

An Lun's movements were delayed for a while, and he didn't look up and didn't speak.

While drinking porridge, the topic was brewing, and just about to continue teasing, the phone rang.Seeing that it was brother Liu's call, Qian Ning immediately connected.

Brother Liu will not drive with the child tomorrow, and let Qian Ning do whatever he wants, but Qian Ning agrees and hangs up.

Looking at An Lun who was eating with his head down, his complexion seemed to have improved a lot, and he should be fine after a few more days of care. Qian Ning thought about it and said, "You problem child, you can go home by yourself later."

An Lun stopped the spoon in his hand and said "oh" in agreement, but stopped talking.

Qian Ning stood up and hesitated, "If you don't want to cook, order takeaway."

An Lun looked at the window, turned back to Channing and said, "I have no money."

Qian Ning raised his eyebrows, "Damn, then go earn it."

An Lun moved back and said, "How do you earn money?"

"Go and sell yourself, fuck." Qian Ning got angry, turned around and was about to leave.

"Where are you going?"

"Is it okay?" Qian Ning uttered a cold sentence and walked away quickly, his back was quickly overwhelmed by the flow of people.

An Lun walked to the bench by the street, reached out and took out the cigarette. Seeing the red butt burning, only holding the gray ashes, An Lun shook his wrist, and the cigarette butt was thrown into the trash can. place.

Channing felt a little sluggish as he drove the taxi.

During the Friday night rush hour, the traffic volume was heavy, and drivers with poor quality unconsciously changed lanes and jumped in line, resulting in traffic paralysis.

Qian Ning thought of the small road. Although there were many pedestrians, there were very few vehicles passing by.

Taxi drivers have the ability to find the way, which should be classified as an occupational disease.

Qian Ning observed carefully, fearing that he might have missed the passengers who were waving for a taxi, so he walked along the road without a load.

It was almost seven o'clock, and Channing was still in the state of having his head shaved. There was no passenger. He held on to the steering wheel and moved forward. A group of people crowded out and made Channing find himself at the side of the shop where he was drinking porridge just now. The lunatic should go back.

Qian Ning glanced into the glass window, the seat he was sitting on just now has changed to someone else, that means he has gone back, Qian Ning moved forward slowly, and suddenly stopped the car again.