【Rebirth】Late Cool

Wu Liang felt that there was no fluctuation in his heart.

He drove calmly, worked overtime calmly, opened the door calmly, and calmly accepted the saliva all over his face from the single-parent dog.

After Zhou Xiangwan was hospitalized, Pugzi was like a small cabbage in the field. He relied on Wu Liang, the new shit shoveler, for eating and drinking.

The newly promoted shit shovel officer is not very proficient in business, and has not learned how to calmly face a home that has been torn apart...

He lay on the sofa covered with dog hair, feeling physically and mentally exhausted.Gouzi rested his head on the edge of the sofa, and communicated with Wu Liang with eyes looking down on the world.

"You tore the curtains."

"Aww".Obviously the curtain moved first!

"Then you can only eat dog food, meat or something, it doesn't exist."

"Awwhhhhhh".Zhou, look at how the stepdad you found for me treats your widow!

Heh, Wu Liang ignored Haha's slanted eyebrows and cold eyes, touched its soft fur and buried half of his face beside the old dog's neck. He smelled the lemon-flavored shampoo on the dog's body, and remembered the last time Haha took a bath with him. Zhou Xiangwan was serving together, the dog was accompanied by the master's screams and aggressively threw water, Zhou Xiangwan hid in the corner, covered his face and scolded the dog for being out of conscience, he laughed by the sink, and then ruthlessly Was thrown a mouthful of bitter foam...

It's only been a month, and he broke into his life with such a big thorn, and took root in his mind.

But he is a towering tree, but this is a cramped thatched hut without sunshine and rain.

He hugged Haha and sighed: "I'll move when your master confirms that it's safe. You have to lose weight."

There are too many variables between him and Zhou Xiangwan.

He can't afford it.

After Zhou's wave is over, he will go to Tibet to become a monk, there is no need to discuss!

Haha, when he heard the word weight loss, he thought he could clearly see the sinister face of the newly promoted excrement shoveling officer, fish meat and common people. With a kick of hoof, he jumped to the ground and chased his tail madly. One side of the tongue sticks out crookedly—this is the long-lost method of pretending to be dead, and it has been tried and tested.

Wu Liang wondered, sometimes he didn't know whether Zhou Xiangwan had learned from Gouzi's rascal, or Gouzi had inherited Zhou Xiangwan's rascal...

Bah bah, what are you thinking, don't think about it!

The widow has a disease, the widow is cold-blooded and ruthless!

Just thinking about this, the doorbell rang suddenly. One second the dog was pretending to be dead, and the next second a dead dog pounced on the door and scratched frantically...

Wu Liang barely squeezed beside Haha and looked out through the peephole, but it was pitch black.

Wu Liang frowned. If the non-residents of this community need to come in for a visit, they need to video contact the head of the household before they can come in. It has been more than half a year, and no one has ever come to his door to ring the doorbell. Just thinking about it, the door suddenly rustled A note came in, but it was a pity that Gouzi's flesh was airtight, so he blocked the note outside the door.

……

The person who handed the note was persevering, and a piece of paper was crumpled until it reached the door.

Wu Liang glanced sideways at the piece of paper between two fingers, and there was something impressively written on it: "Hi, there is your courier."

Not to mention the content, the words are still pretty, but the word yo is a bit coquettish.

Which patient is this and escaped from the lock...

Wu Liang threw the note on the ground, turned around and turned on the miniature camera installed at the door.

I saw a man in black lying on the door, squatting halfway, trying to insert a second note into the crack of the door. Among other things, that shining blond hair can be said to be very eye-catching.

Wu Liang moved away Haha, took a deep breath, and suddenly opened the door...

Zhou Xiangwan was stuffing the note in with great interest, when the door opened, he was taken aback, and when he raised his head suddenly, he saw a person and a dog looking down at him.

His dog's eyes are especially contemptuous.

It makes sense for him to act like a demon: "You... why did you open the door indiscriminately! What if I'm a bad guy?"

Seeing that Zhou Xiangwan was still wearing a hospital gown inside his windbreaker, Wu Liang suddenly felt a headache, bent down to help him up and said helplessly, "What's going on, why did you come out?"

Zhou Xiangwan hugged him with Wu Liang's strength, with mixed feelings in his heart, he was speechless.

Wu Liang sensed that something was wrong, and let him hold her without saying a word.

Unexpectedly, Zhou Xiangwan clasped his arms and hugged him like a koala.With his feet off the ground, he lost his sense of solidity and instinctively struggled.

"What are you doing, let me down."

Zhou Xiangwan hadn't had enough stamina after taking the medicine, so he took two steps reluctantly, put Wu Liang on the sofa, pressed him up and kissed Wu Liang's face, and asked, "I heard that you were going to bring me dinner ?”

Wu Liang was completely desperate for Qian Meng's big mouth, and finally understood the reason why Zhou Xiangwan flew over the noble hospital at night.

"Where did my dinner go?"

Wu Liang said awkwardly: "Feed the dog..."

Zhou Xiangwan received a critical hit of 3.5 points, pretending to be sad and said: "You fed my dinner to the dog, and threw the love letter I wrote to you on the ground. You just turned positive yesterday, and today you scored [-]." One hundred million ran away with the puppy, buzzing..."

"Stop Zhou, don't babble," Wu Liangsheng was afraid of being brainwashed by Zhou Xiangwan's magical onomatopoeia, so he quickly changed the subject: "What love letter?"

Zhou Xiangwan curled his lips and took out another piece of yellow paper printed with plant fibers from his pocket, "I said there is your courier, you can either ask what courier it is, or who I am, and if it doesn't work, call me crazy. Then I will say that I am the cutest Chinese-Russian massage/stick you just bought in the universe, so that you will guess it is me, and then you will say, you don’t want a massage/stick, just Zhou Xiangwan. Then you fuck What? Swish the door open..."

Locked in Zhou Xiangwan's arms, Wu Liang lowered his head and listened to a big play he directed and acted. He wanted to laugh but didn't dare to laugh, so he could only hold back an honest apology.

Zhou Xiangwan lowered his eyes and stared at Wu Liang's reddish ears, and couldn't help but leaned over and touched his lips lovingly: "Did you hear me talking to the old man? Are you scared away, or are you angry?"

Wu Liang was startled, and couldn't help suspecting that Zhou Xiangwan had a pair of heavenly eyes.

When Zhou Xiangwan saw Wu Liang gave him a flustered look, he knew he must have heard it, otherwise he wouldn't have just run away with his dinner.

He sighed helplessly and said, "If that kid Qian Meng hadn't expressed to me the old resentment of being single, I wouldn't have known you had come to see me." Speaking of this, he was a little depressed, and his tone couldn't help He weighed down, "Let me ask you, what will you do if you hear the news of my engagement?"

Wu Liang never dared to talk about his feelings. He always had a sense of insecurity rooted deep in his subconscious. He had lost too many things and rarely got what he liked, so he was used to giving and was afraid of getting.

This directly caused him to be as cowardly as a quail when he was questioned by Zhou Xiangwan, unable to say a single beautiful word.

Zhou Xiangwan's good temper has been used all his life on Wu Liang, "Those older generations like to do all kinds of things. If I don't get married, can they tie me up? I just like you and I want to get married I'm also with you."

There was only one floor lamp turned on in the living room, and the light spread from the side, casting a shadow on his face. He circled Wu Liang without moving, like a silent hero statue, pious like an ancient oath.

This is not the pinnacle of Zhou Xiangwan's appearance. After all, he has now joined the luxury package of underpants + stubble + curly hair, but Wu Liang didn't even dare to look at him directly. It never occurred to me that if you were with a man, you could potentially lose everything."

He will become a joke and talking point in their circle, and even a stain on the Zhou family. Maybe his parents will drive him out of the house. A well-clothed young master is temporarily angry at the beginning, but as long as he is interested in him If it disappears completely, you will rush to regret that you were blind in the first place.

"A good person like you should have had a happy life."

"Is that so?" Zhou Xiangwan raised Wu Liang's chin, forcing him to look at him, "Sit down, straighten your legs, forget it, get my thighs up, I'll tell you a story."

Zhou Xiangwan posed in a more comfortable position, squeezed Wu Liang's fingers and spoke in a low voice.

"Ahem, I'm starting to tell. The story is like this. I have a friend. Let's call him Honest Man. Honest Man is a very miserable rich second generation. His life trajectory is different from that of other rich second generations. Honest Let him be his father, start out as a smuggler, get rich and marry a beautiful little girl."

"In the first few years, it was very peaceful, and the family was relatively happy. But the girls will grow old, and the honest man's father is getting richer and richer, so his father began to raise lovers outside."

"In the year when the honest man was about to take the college entrance examination, his father's illegitimate children appeared one by one, and the honest man discovered that behind his harmonious family was a fantasy dream that his mother forcibly woven for him. A happy growth environment like his peers, during those days when he lived in school, it turned out that his mother was the only one in the huge villa..."

Zhou Xiangwan paused when he said this, his eyes were a little sore, but he held back immediately, and continued as if nothing had happened: "Later, the honest man received a call after the college entrance examination. His mother was in the hospital, and the last time we met was at the morgue. of."

He pulled out an ugly smile: "Guess how the honest mother died? She had a heart attack, and she called the hospital when she was ill, but she couldn't even report the address, and then she called For her husband, that scumbag hung up the phone on his mistress's bed..."

"The honest man has a feud with his father, and he loves to sing against his father the most in his life. He is promiscuous, racing, drinking, depraved, and finally fell in love with someone secretly. Yes. His father asked him to marry the eldest lady, and he married the office secretary who was pregnant with his child by accident. Then his father suddenly collapsed one day, and his legs kicked his braids. The honest man inherited the family property like this, every day I was worried about the useless employees of the company who were waiting to be fed, and I thought that after the power was stabilized, I would enjoy a few years of happiness, but at that time, the honest man sadly found that he had nothing else to do in life except to make money."

"Then the next thing was wonderful. In those years, the honest man worked hard to be a good father, but he didn't expect Xiao Qiang to be in trouble. His wife and his friend got involved and plotted his family property together. The honest man followed the plan, and it could have been done the next day." I saw them in the prison, just went out, and the honest man was hit by a car and killed."

"You see, the lives of honest people are the true portrayal of us rich second generations."

"I don't have a happy life, so I have nothing to lose. I'm not a good person. What I show you is my best side, so only you can give me my happiness. Do you understand, Wu Liang."

Zhou Xiangwan covered Wu Liang's watery eyes with his hands, and kissed his lips that he had been thinking about for a long time. He kissed very lightly, as if he was kissing a piece of porcelain that would break at the touch of a touch.

You don't understand, after you die, I miss you very much, this kiss is ten years late.