Withdrawal

Fu Shizhou's injuries were mainly on his shoulders and arms, as well as some on his hands and face.

Qiao's father and Qiao's mother were worried, so they called a familiar surgeon to consult, and repeatedly confirmed that Fu Shizhou's abdomen and head had not been hit, and then helped him deal with the wound and let him go to rest quickly.

Qiao Luo was not in front of him the whole time.

Qiao's father and Qiao's mother were worried about Fu Shizhou's situation, so they didn't notice this abnormality, but Fu Shizhou, whose heart was on Qiao Luo, felt that something was wrong.

When I was in the car, I was still worried that I was so worried, why did I ignore myself when I got home?

After thinking about it, I better not let him see my bruises, so as not to lose the golden beans again.

After Fu Shizhou took care of his injury, he naturally went to find Qiao Luo.

It was too late, she must be staying at Qiao's house, of course it was Qiao Luo's bedroom.

Fu Shizhou didn't avoid suspicion. Qiao Luo was clinging to him, so he slept with Qiao Luo, but Qiao Luo was not allowed to get under his bed.

However, this day when he went upstairs and opened the door, he unexpectedly found that Qiao Luo had locked the room.

Fu Shizhou: "...?"

Fu Shizhou stood outside the door and reflected for a minute. He felt that he had not provoked Qiao Luo, so he thought affectionately: Is it possible that I was injured and made the brat angry?

Then he started thinking wildly with jealousy: Or... the girl who sent him the love letter was also harassed, and the brat is comforting her?

Fu Shizhou took a deep breath, knocked on the door twice, and called, "Qiao Luo?"

Qiao Luo remained silent, pretending that he was completely asleep.

Fu Shizhou had no choice but to turn to Qiao's father for help. For the first time in his life, he stayed in Qiao's guest room.

Qiao Luo was so nervous that he couldn't pretend that he couldn't hear what Fu Shizhou had to say.

After hearing the sound of Fu Shizhou going downstairs, Qiao Luo breathed a sigh of relief, and sat back on the bed in a daze, his eyes were all distracted.

In the past, when he encountered a problem that could not be solved, he basically called immediately or ran to the next door and acted like a baby to Fu Shizhou: "Brother Zhouzhou, what should I do?"

But this time the person who made him at a loss became Fu Shizhou himself.

Qiao Luo thought about Fu Shizhou's injury for a while, worried and felt guilty for shutting Fu Shizhou out of the door willfully, and then thought of Fu Shizhou's face, and his heart beat so fast that he couldn't bear it.

He had never faced such a difficult problem in his pure and happy life. His brain almost crashed, and his thoughts became a ball of yarn.

Question: Boy, what should I do if I want to kiss my brother?

The search engine is as mentally retarded as him, and the search results are all "what if I like my brother?"

Can a real brother be the same as a real brother? !

Fu Shizhou is not his real brother at all!

No, wait... like? !

He likes Fu Shizhou? !

The thread end of the ball of thought yarn was found, pulling the thread end, the mess in Qiao Luo's mind suddenly became smooth, and every thread that was entangled just now was hung with a bright sentence of "like".

It's only natural that he likes Fu Shizhou.

He relies too much on Fu Shizhou, and after more than ten years of long-term fermentation, this kind of dependence has become a love that wants to be by his side for the rest of his life.

Qiao Luo couldn't sit still.

He wanted to ask Fu Shizhou a lot of questions, but the first thing was to see his injuries.

His elder brother Zhou Zhou, the sweetheart he had just confirmed his heart for, was injured today in order to protect him.

Qiao Luo opened the door quietly, and the house was quiet. After tossing all night, his parents were already asleep, the lights were dim, and only the moonlight shone in through the undrawn windows, spreading a layer of icing sugar on the wooden floor.

Qiao Luo stepped on this layer of icing and entered the guest room on the first floor, which also became sweet.

Fu Shizhou didn't lock the door, and when Qiao Luo came in, he was replying to WeChat.

He was the only one in the guest room, with injuries on his body, Fu Shizhou was only wearing a pair of casual sweatpants he left at Qiao's house as pajamas, and sat on the bed with his upper body naked.In the evening, I was supposed to go back to the laboratory to debug a program, but ended up in the police station and lost contact all night. There was a backlog of messages from my classmates on my phone, and he had to reply one by one.

When Qiao Luo was young, he saw Fu Shizhou playing basketball with his upper body naked, and they even went swimming together, but now seeing Fu Shizhou's muscular waist and abdomen, he blushed for no reason, and called him softly and sweetly: "Brother Zhouzhou. "

Fu Shizhou raised his head and saw Qiao Luo in plush pajamas. The bright yellow pajamas were wrapped in a white and clean person like flour balls. His small face was light pink with cherry blossoms. His first thought was to get dressed.

But all his original clothes were thrown into the laundry tub for washing, and he didn't even have a T-shirt at hand. It seemed too strange to forcefully find clothes to wear, so he could only restrain himself and asked, "What's wrong?"

Qiao Luo lashed out: "Why are you sleeping in the guest room?"

Fu Shizhou: "...Didn't you lock the door?"

Qiao Luo pretended to be innocent: "I didn't, maybe it was easy, you called me."

He crawled to Fu Shizhou's side to look at his injury, and asked distressedly, "Brother Zhouzhou, do you feel pain?"

Qiao Luo's breath fell on Fu Shizhou's shoulders, and his soft body was also very close to his flesh. Fu Shizhou felt uncomfortable, threw the phone aside, and pretended to stand up casually to look through the guest room I asked him to find a bath towel, put it on his body, and said, "It doesn't hurt, it's fine."

He stretched out his hand to rub Qiao Luo who followed him step by step, and said, "I'm really fine, go to sleep."

Qiao Luo tugged at his hand, looked at him with his palm-sized face upturned, his eyes soft: "You don't want me?"

It's all the same, obviously he is the one who was rejected.

Fu Shizhou had no choice but to hold Qiao Luo's hand behind his back, followed Qiao Luo out, and said, "Which brat didn't open the door for me just now?"

Qiao Luo said coquettishly with a long voice, "I don't know."

It was already late, Fu Shizhou followed Qiao Luo back to Qiao Luo's room, found out the big T-shirt he put here as pajamas, and then tucked the quilt for Qiao Luo, coaxing him: "Hurry up and go to sleep, I have to go to school tomorrow. take you there."

However, Qiao Luo refused to sleep.

He had something on his mind, and with a narrow mind that he refused to show others, he grabbed the corner of the quilt and asked Fu Shizhou: "Brother Zhouzhou, if I do something wrong, will you beat me up?"

Fu Shizhou lay half on his stomach so as not to press his injury, and said, "Yes."

Qiao Luo felt a little lost, and asked unwillingly: "Then will you not want me?"

Fu Shizhou frowned in the dark, thinking that something was really wrong with Qiao Luo today, could it be that he was really going to have something to do with that girl, and was vaccinating himself?

So Fu Shizhou didn't give an affirmative answer, but asked instead: "What do you think?"

Qiao Luo couldn't figure out whether Fu Shizhou would or not, so he pursed his lips and thought for a while, then asked, "Then do you have someone you like?"

Fu Shizhou opened his eyes, staring at Qiao Luo's bright eyes in the dark, feeling soft and sore in his heart, wanting to take him as his own at this moment, but could only struggle and say indifferently: "No, you still want to be my own?" Think about the late-night emotional radio station? Hurry up and go to bed."

Qiao Luo was completely disappointed, his brother Zhou Zhou didn't like anyone, his brother Zhou Zhou didn't like him.

He was distraught by Fu Shizhou's slightly serious words, his nose was a little sore, and he said sadly, "But I have someone I like."

Fu Shizhou's hands hidden in the quilt were clenched into fists, his whole body tensed up, his heart hurt more than any other part of his body.

It's over, he thought, the brat really fell in love with that girl, and he was going to have a showdown with him so seriously.

Then... what should he do?