A goblin who doesn't want to stir up trouble is not a good goblin

Zhao Min withdrew her hand in a nasty way, thinking that Su Yiran would calm down when he saw him, but now it seems that he overestimated his status?

Zhao Mi's heart started to go up and down. He finished two bowls of egg noodles at 06:30 in the morning, and now it's past four o'clock, eight hours have passed, and he only had a cup of milk tea and two bags of hawthorn.

The milk tea was all water. Zhao Mi went to the toilet twice on the way to the meeting, and he had already digested it. The hawthorn appetizer, especially its sourness was just right, which lifted Zhao Mi's entire appetite. He was so hungry that he felt uncomfortable.

Not eating makes Zhao Mi always feel a little less tasteful.

He took off his slippers, folded them on the sofa, pressed his legs under his buttocks, and said aggrievedly, "You really can't eat?"

"Don't eat it." Su Yiran leaned closer to his shoulder and smelled it, then frowned, "What does it smell like on you?"

There were [-] people at the meeting, good and bad people mixed together, Zhao Mi and the others were sitting surrounded by people from the society, who smelled strongly of perfume, Zhao Mi's clothes were also stained with various scents mixed together, a little pungent.

Su Yiran thought of a possibility, and lowered his face: "There are so many people?"

Zhao Mi stretched out three fingers: "Well... probably this number multiplied by one thousand."

Su Yiran was suddenly frightened for a while, and the fear quickly jumped from the soles of his feet, crawled over his back and rushed straight to his forehead, making his tone become severe: "You are not allowed to go out for these two days."

Su Yiran asked Ms. Zhao last time whether Zhao Mi would run away, Ms. Zhao said categorically no, and then said again, but once the instinct comes up, no one can say for sure.Zhao Mi's sexual orientation is male, and the more men he has been in contact with recently, the greater the hormonal stimulation he receives, and he might turn into a wolf.

Ms. Zhao herself went astray like this and wandered around the world, so she confessed to Su Yiran and asked Su Yiran to protect Zhao Mi.

Zhao Mi's thinking about Su Yiran in the gymnasium was actually a kind of survival signal sent to him from the bottom of his heart. He didn't realize it, so he naturally followed his inner thoughts.

Zhao Migang said that he missed Su Yiran very much this afternoon, and Su Yiran knew what was going on as soon as he heard it.

Su Yiran wanted to kill him, and wanted him to have a long memory.He was so angry that he didn't eat at noon, and seeing Du Man finished eating, he asked her to leave early.Aunt Zhao wanted to prepare some snacks, but he also stopped her.

Right now, there is really nothing to eat at home.

Zhao Mi didn't know, he just felt so hungry that his limbs and bones were clamoring for hunger.He began to feel that someone was driving a nail into his flesh. The nail was blunt, and it didn't hurt too much when it penetrated the surface, but as it went deeper, the flesh was torn apart and the bone touched, the pain became more and more painful.

He clenched his back molars tightly, his palms felt numb for a while, he knew that Su Yiran was in a fit of anger, so he had to lower his head to change the subject: "Then I'll go take a shower."

Su Yiran responded, and went into the bedroom to fetch pajamas for him: "wash your hair too."

The warm bath water relieved Zhao Mi's pain a little. He cleaned every place carefully, and later he was even a little delirious, and couldn't remember whether he had shampoo on his hair.

Anxiety arose in his heart, he stepped in front of the mirror, looked at himself in the mirror, and the center of his pupils began to turn red in circles.

going to change color...

Zhao Mi closed his eyes hard, opened them, the red color faded a little, and spread out again. He lowered his head and held the cold tiles of the sink with both hands. Feeling that it was not cold enough, he simply bent down and pressed his entire chest against it.

Can't lose my mind...can't lose my mind just yet...

Zhao Mi shivered for a while, and goosebumps appeared on the sides of his cheeks and waist. Because he left the hot shower water, his whole body began to become cold.

Su Yiran sat on the sofa and waited for 15 minutes. The sound of water in the bathroom hadn't stopped. He walked over and knocked on the door worriedly: "Xiao Mi? Are you still okay?"

Hearing his voice, Zhao Mi trembled even more. He supported the washstand to get up, lay down on the mirror, and carefully looked into his eyes.The pupils are a little red, a blood-like dark red, mixed with black, and the border is blurred.Zhao Mi knew that if Su Yiran looked into his eyes unpreparedly, then he would be controlled by him, and he would become obedient, without joy or anger, and let himself do whatever he wanted, so he was not the Su Yiran he liked.

He went over to turn off the water, and called him through the door: "Can you close your eyes?"

"You want to take me to see Nuomi Ci in high school again?" Su Yiran took out the key from his trouser pocket and inserted it into the door lock, "Xiao Mi, take a shower today..." Before he finished speaking, he opened the door and saw Zhao Mi Head down, hands and feet together, trembling.

Su Yiran's heart twitched, and she walked over to hug him: "What's wrong?"

"Hungry..." Zhao Mi was surrounded by Su Yiran's breath, and kept swallowing, "I didn't eat lunch, I'm hungry."

Su Yiran burst into anger: "You didn't eat lunch? He Liao didn't treat you to dinner?"

Su Yiran never thought that Zhao Mi would be hungry from morning till now!He picked up the other person and went out, picked up a hawthorn from the table and fed him: "I'll cook noodles for you."

Zhao Mi hugged his waist, chewed the hawthorn while trembling, finally spit it out, turned around and kissed him with his eyes closed.

His mind is confused now, he can't swallow food, he just wants to kiss Su Yiran.

Su Yiran pulled out one hand, touched the remote control of the heater on the coffee table, turned up the heater in the room, wrapped his hands around the waist of the other person, turned around, pressed him under his body, and comforted him carefully.

There were still drops of water on Zhao Mi's body, and his hair was wet in contact with the sofa, softening the leather of the sofa.Su Yiran's home is a leather sofa, once it comes into contact with water, it will basically be scrapped. Zhao Mi was confused and still thinking about the high price of the sofa, so he slightly raised his head and let the back of his head go away.

Su Yiran directly put his hand under the back of his head: "It's okay, the sofa is gone."

Zhao Mi was so licked by him that he snorted twice, and his limbs were stretched out in comfort, as if he was sleeping on a cloud, and the mist around him felt refreshing on his face.The cloud bed under him was soft and warm. Zhao Mi stretched out his five fingers and scratched, wrinkling the sofa leather.

Su Yiran's clothes were wet by the water on his body, he didn't care, instead he gnawed on Zhao Mi's chin: "Is it still uncomfortable?"

Zhao Mi stuck out the tip of her tongue in a daze: "A little bit."

Su Yiran chuckled and kissed her: "I'm sorry, it's my fault, I didn't know you were really hungry."

Zhao Mi shook his head, he was soothed that he returned to his senses a little bit, and felt that he didn't want to talk right now, he just wanted to cling to Su Yiran.There are still fools climbing in his mind, he didn't want to understand why Su Yiran started to kiss himself, and asked himself if he felt uncomfortable, instead of cooking for himself.

Su Yiran picked him up, took off his sweater, and wiped Zhao Mi's hair.After wiping it almost dry, I took the hawthorn and fed him: "Eat some first."

Zhao Mi obediently held his hand, and ate the sugared hawthorn held between his fingers.Su Yiran fed him three, and then forbade him to eat any more: "It's not good to eat too much."

Zhao Mi touched his nose: "I have already eaten two bags at noon."

Su Yiran was distressed and funny, and kissed his ear: "I'm sorry my baby."

Zhao Mi shook his head, holding on to Su Yiran.

The glutinous rice cake has become a very sticky glutinous rice cake.

Su Yiran carried him to the bathroom to blow-dry his hair for 2 minutes, then put on his pajamas for him, Zhao Mi stepped on Su Yiran's feet, and put his head on Su Yiran's chest, only in this way could he feel at ease.

Apart from blaming himself, Su Yiran took more care of Zhao Mi, and the two of them became sticky, almost blinding Du Man's eyes.

Du Man was still a little trembling at work the next day, afraid of seeing the two of them fighting coldly, he brought a basket of strawberries to ease the atmosphere, but he didn't expect to see Zhao Mi sitting on Su Yiran's lap, drinking milk in small sips as soon as he entered the room.

Du Man carefully put the strawberries on the table, and glanced at the two of them: "I picked them yesterday afternoon, and they have been washed."

Su Yiran picked up one and fed it to Zhao Mi, then picked him up and walked upstairs: "Ming Xiao will check on the progress later, you go upstairs and prepare the final draft."

"Understood." Du Man went upstairs with strawberries and passed the morning numbly.

Zhao Mi didn't get off Su Yiran's lap all morning!

Zhao Mi became less talkative.Su Yiran noticed last night that Zhao Mi just nodded or shook his head to his question, except for the sentence "I have already eaten two bags at noon", he never spoke again.

Su Yiran was worried, so she called Ms. Zhao in the middle of the night, and Ms. Zhao explained that it was because she was too hungry.

The sex devil has a special body recently, and he can't go hungry, and he will recover in two days.

Zhao Mi wanted to speak, but his throat always felt pinched, he had the illusion that he couldn't swallow something, and he couldn't make a sound at all, so he had no choice but to write in Su Yiran's hand, asking Su Yiran to relax.

How could Su Yiran be able to relax, holding him, wishing to do everything for him, Zhao Mi felt that he was enjoying it, and his body and mind were bubbling with comfort, but at the same time, he felt that Su Yiran was making too much of a fuss, he was an adult, not three years old child.

He wrote it down for Su Yiran to read, Su Yiran nodded and said: "Well, you are an adult, but you are in my arms, as long as you cling to someone."

.........

A basket of strawberries was placed on Zhao Mi's lap, Su Yiran hugged him, opened Word to write the outline of a new novel,

Zhao Mi stared at the computer screen, Su Yiran reached out to find a pair of anti-blue light glasses from the drawer, and put them on for him.Zhao Mi adjusted his position, looked at it for a while, felt bored, and lowered his head to concentrate on eating strawberries.

The strawberries Du Man brought were all big and red, and the green leaves were removed. Zhao Mi ate half of the strawberries, took out one from it, and stood it on the table.This strawberry looks like a hand with thumbs up and four fingers curled up. Zhao Mi stood it on the table to take a picture, then picked it up and took a bite, stuffing the rest into Su Yiran's mouth.

Su Yiran opened his mouth to eat, and asked him, "Are you hungry?"

Su Yiran now has to ask a question from time to time, for fear that Zhao Mi will be hungry.After feeding the hawthorn last night, I cooked two bowls of noodles for Zhao Mi, coaxed him to eat, and asked twice before going to bed: "Are you still hungry? Do you want to eat?"

Zhao Mi shook his head, put the strawberry basket on the table, reached out to reach a piece of A4 white paper from the table, folded it in two, and started writing on the table. go down."

Zhao Mi moved his butt, blocked it with his body, and began to write a letter to Su Yiran in seven days.

On the way of typing, Su Yiran lowered his head and took a look.Zhao Miyue wrote that the closer the head was to the table, the later the whole person tended to stick to the table.Su Yiran stopped, and supported Zhao Mi's chin with his left hand: "Lift up."

Zhao Mi was forced to straighten up, his eyes were a little tired looking down, and he barely maintained his posture. Su Yiran felt distressed, pulled out the paper and threw it to the side, and then took out a pair of Lego toys from the drawer: "You play with this, don't write, Write later."

Du Man turned his head silently, feeling some tingling in his ears.

The author has something to say:

Don't throw thunder at me, my writing is not good, it's not worth it! !Save your money, buy leek pancakes for one yuan, sugar pancakes for two yuan, and a bowl of noodles for three yuan~

But the one who left the message for me also needs the nutrient solution [small voice]