After I fell in love with the double slag Gong, Bai Yueguang came back

Cheng Jianyu stared at Esai's movements all the time, and hadn't had a good night's sleep for several days. This sleep was extraordinarily deep, until his side cheeks were hot and wet, accompanied by the sound of breathing from the animal's throat, his eyes opened slits , bumped into a big black and white long-haired dog face, bulging black eyes looking at him excitedly, while sticking out his tongue to lick him passionately.

Druid?

Cheng Jianyu wiped the drool on his cheeks with the back of his hand, suspected for a few seconds that he was dreaming, but soon, he sat up suddenly from the soft bed, the quilt slid down his shoulders, revealing his thin and well-proportioned upper body, and the skin wrapped around his legs felt silky to the touch.

Apparently, he was wearing nothing.

The sunlight penetrates through the layers of camphor trees and leaks to the black walnut floor. The surrounding walls are painted in a dull light gray, and three modern geometric abstract paintings of different sizes are hung on the wall facing him.

The three deviant paintings were brought back by Jiang Yan from abroad. They are said to be genuine works, and the price is quite expensive. Every few months, someone will come to the door for maintenance. Cheng Jianyu remembers them clearly.

Footsteps sounded from far to near in the corridor outside the door. Jiang Yan was wearing a black sweatshirt with the zipper open casually. His waist and abdomen were thin and his muscles were tight. She leaned against the door with her arms folded, "You didn't wake up until I came back from my morning run. You drank enough last night."

Cheng Jianyu rubbed his sore forehead, swept the clean floor under the bed, "Why am I at your house?"

"Where are my clothes?"

"My friend opened the bar." Jiang Yan answered this question first, glanced meaningfully at Cheng Jian Yuguang's topless body, turned his head to open the wardrobe by the wall, took a T-shirt and trousers, opened the drawer and took out a pair of ash boxer briefs, and raised his wrist , put it on the bed.

"Your clothes are in the washing machine. You vomited on yourself last night. Change mine first."

Cheng Jianyu squinted his eyes and looked at him for a few seconds, thanking him so much for his "generosity". Jiang Yan crossed his arms again and looked at him unhurriedly, with no intention of leaving.

As if competing, Jiang Yan was waiting for Cheng Jianyu to be shy.

But he underestimated Cheng Jianyu's face, Cheng Jianyu lifted the quilt generously, without any twitching, like a mannequin in an art academy, accepting the baptism of eyes calmly.

Cheng Jianyu didn't wear the underwear that Jiang Yan wore. Even if he had washed it, he didn't mind. He stood barefoot under the bed, half bent over, and put on the jeans legs in a vacuum. Looking over from the side, he was thin and standing In an instant, the waist of the loose trousers slid down, supported by two upright and round buttocks. The waistlines on both sides had clear and attractive concave arcs, which were flexible and beautiful.

There is a kind of folk fortune-telling alchemist called a throwing cup. Two curved wooden crescents touch the table to know life and death. Cheng Jianyu's waist has the same effect.

Unaware of his own charm, he lowered his head and put on the T-shirt. Jiang Yan was hit by this moment, like a sharp arrow aimed at a red heart, resisting the urge to strip him naked and lick him up and down.

At a young age, he has normal physiological needs, not to mention that since the breakup, he has been abstinent for more than half a year, and his body is almost able to hold back the disease.

The fiery gaze almost turned into substance, melting Cheng Jianyu's delicate skin and tender flesh. Cheng Jianyu didn't care, let him look, and pulled down the hem of his clothes. Jiang Yan was half a head taller and stronger than him, and his sleeves were protruding. Lowering his sleeves, he asked, "Where's my car?"

Jiang Yan looked away unnaturally, his Adam's apple was faintly surging, and his voice was inexplicably hoarse, "The car is at the bar, I will take you there."

Cheng Jianyu glanced at him nonchalantly, passed him straight and walked downstairs, the hard solid wood floor was cool with bare feet, walking down the steps, a familiar environment came over his face, he had lived in this place for five years Years, almost remember the placement of every object.

Whether it's the sofa in the living room, the countertop in the kitchen, or the reclining chair in the sun room, there are crazy and chaotic memories everywhere. Jiang Yan touched him like playing a guitar, lowered his head to kiss him during the gallop, and nailed him into the deepest part of his body, like a A greedy child, plundering his few remaining feelings again and again.

Flesh/desire is like a fire, the more it burns, the faster it burns, the more turbulent it is, the sooner it will wither and appear.

There were so many painful, happy memories here that he couldn't pretend they didn't happen.

There were two dishes of breakfast on the dining table, served with refreshing coffee. Cheng Jianyu walked by in a lack of interest, sat down at the entrance to change his shoes and sat on the couch, bending over to tie his shoelaces.

Jiang Yan came down the stairs slowly, walked to his side, and looked down at the top of his head, "Don't you want to eat?"

"I have something else to do."

"what's up?"

Cheng Jianyu raised his eyes, black and white pupils, and quietly glanced at him, just like you said.

Jiang Yan pressed the tip of his tongue against his palate, and said "tsk" lightly. He put his hands in his pockets and clenched his hands into fists, but there was no expression on his face. "You want to go to Ethiopia to find my uncle?"

"Yes." Cheng Jianyu was concise.

Jiang Yan was suddenly sour, his heart was burning, and his voice was slightly cold, "Is he so important to you?"

Cheng Jianyu tied his shoelaces, stood up, looked at him with clear eyes, and said seriously: "Jiang Yan, without him, I would not be where I am today. He made me grow up and brought me a different look." Vision, I thank him, admire him, love him, because of me, he lost his sound body and derailed from a perfect life, shouldn't I think he is important?"

He paused, then smiled slightly, "Or, to put it another way, can't I love him? Do I want to love you?"

Do you love someone who humiliates him, despises him, and brings him pain and unbearable memories?

Jiang Yan's lower lip was tightened, and the wound was throbbing with pain, and his fingers trembled slightly as he tensed in his pocket, and said in a low voice, "Cheng Jianyu, I regret everything I have done to you."

Standing in this room full of memories, Cheng Jianyu felt like a gun that could not be suppressed, and a cool smile spread to the bottom of his eyes, "Everything you do and say now reminds me, reminds me of my past. How embarrassing I was for five years."

Frustrated, the veins on Jiang Yan's neck were bulging. He drew out his clenched fist and slowly released it. Taking a deep breath, he put his hands in his pockets again and said forcefully and quickly, "You don't need to go to Ethiopia. I'll go." , I'll bring him back to you intact."

Cheng Jianyu was a little startled, wondering if he heard it wrong, "Are you going to Ethiopia?"

Jiang Yan stared at him, his dark eyes were deep, hiding turbulence, and his tone pretended to be indifferent, "He is my uncle, shouldn't I go to save him?"

On the day he saw the news of the unrest in Ethiopia, he was worried, but at the same time, he also had some shady thoughts. If Wen Yueming could stay in Ethiopia for a few more months and give him more time to cultivate his relationship with Cheng Jianyu, it would be useless to wait until Wen Yueming came back.

But now he knows very well that Cheng Jianyu's "sickness" is very serious, like a fragile crystal, which looks tight on the outside, but in fact it is broken inside and cannot withstand the second blow. He wants to protect Cheng Jianyu, heals him, wants to He enjoys the joys, sorrows, sorrows and joys of ordinary people, and getting Wen Yueming back is the only solution.

How cruel is it to push the person you like into the arms of your rival.

Cheng Jianyu lowered his eyes, thought for a while, and asked softly: "I'll go with you, when shall we leave?"

Jiang Yan's heart was bubbling with sourness. He leaned back, leaning against the shoe cabinet behind him, and glanced at him sideways. Cheng Jianyu was wearing oversized clothes, and looked shorter than usual, like a young student. It no longer belongs to him, "Africa has a lot of mosquitoes, so it's not suitable for those with delicate skin and tender flesh like you."

"I'm going." Cheng Jianyu said firmly, even though he hated Jiang Yan in his heart, in the final analysis, he chose it himself so far. Jiang Yan didn't owe him anything, and he couldn't let Jiang Yan take the risk instead of him.

"Do you really want to go?"

"Well, I'm going."

Jiang Yan knew him very well. Cheng Jianyu looked gentle and hard-boned. Once he made a decision, no one could change it. He took out his mobile phone to look at the calendar and said calmly, "Okay, I'll take you there. I'll let someone apply for it now." Airline, bring me here next Wednesday and take my plane to go there.”

Cheng Jianyu's tense strings in his heart loosened, he looked straight at Jiang Yan, and said seriously, "Thank you."

Jiang Yan's serious appearance made Jiang Yan laugh. He leaned against the wall and tapped his cheek with one hand, "Don't just talk about it, say it yourself."

Cheng Jianyu's expression softened, and he smiled slightly, "This is not possible, you can choose a gift."

"Sports watch, you said to give it to me, where did you send it?" Jiang Yan raised his eyebrows and looked him up and down.

Before the breakup, Cheng Jianyu disappeared for a week, he flew back from abroad, and the house was empty, Cheng Jianyu bought a sports watch in order to calm him down, he never lacked in material things, and he was not rare for a watch, but the gift from Cheng Jianyu was very meaningful, He is looking forward to it.

Come and go, years have passed, and there is no shadow of the watch.

Cheng Jianyu didn't say a word, didn't tell him that he had already left, and the matter of going to Ethiopia was resolved, like a stone hanging in his heart fell to the ground.

He went home to prepare simple luggage, transferred the studio business to Chen Kai and An An, and said hello to Mr. Huo of Xitang. He was going to rest for a week, and all the scripts in his hand were postponed. He used to be a model worker and never asked for leave. Huo Always wish him a happy holiday without hesitation.

It was easy for Liang Qiu to solve it. He heard that he was going to travel in Africa, and the old naughty boy asked him to bring back an African drum, but Cheng Jianyu refused, dumbfounded.

After dealing with the matter at hand, I feel relieved and just wait for the time to come.

On Wednesday morning, Cheng Jianyu got up early, changed into a set of neat and clean clothes, hurriedly finished breakfast, and drove to the villa in the suburbs. On the way, he kept thinking about what to say when he met Wen Yueming.

The car stopped on the side of the road, and through the car window, Jiang Shan, whom he hadn't seen for a long time, was dressed brightly, holding a druid in one hand, and half a bag of dog food in the other, with a very ugly expression on his face.

The doors and windows of the villa behind her were closed tightly, and the curtains were tightly drawn. Cheng Jianyu's heart skipped a beat. With a sense of foreboding, he pushed open the car door and strode towards Jiang Shan.

Seeing him, Jiang Shan forced a smile and sighed, "Jiang Yan has gone to Ethiopia, and he asked me to entrust the druid to you."

"When did you leave?" Cheng Jianyu took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down.

Jiang Shan stretched out his hand, handed over the druid's leash, and said helplessly, "Yesterday, I just found out."