Thunder can't catch fire

Zhou Yan's bed was between a single and a double, and it wasn't that big. He thought about it secretly, thinking that maybe Han Zheng didn't have the intention to share the bed with him.So he talked to himself and tidied up Ding Yizhao's former room for him to sleep in.

Unexpectedly, Han Zheng was not happy: "If you want to sleep, go to sleep. I won't go anyway."

"why?"

"I have a cleanliness."

Zhou Yan explained seriously: "I've cleaned everything, it's very clean, and I replaced it with a brand new mat, without any dust at all. You can go and have a look."

Han Zheng frowned impatiently, turned his back to him and lowered his head to fiddle with the phone: "I said no."

After a moment of silence, Zhou Yan poked his back with his index finger.

For the first time, there was no response.

The second time, there was no response—is the muscle too strong?

The third time...

Han Zheng turned around irritably, with a bad tone: "Tired of work, aren't you?!"

Zhou Yan smiled heartlessly: "Brother Zheng, do you want to sleep with me?"

Han Zheng turned his head back and continued playing with his phone without saying a word.

Ouch, this character...why is he so awkward?Zhou Yan turned his head and found that Han Zheng's earlobe was very red, as if he was about to bleed.

The tenderness in my heart instantly spread out in all directions like branches.

Zhou Yan hugged Han Zheng's neck affectionately, and kissed his ear: "Then squeeze, I don't want to sleep in that room either."

In the small room in the middle of the night, the old-fashioned oscillating fan creaked and blew, but it couldn't dispel the slightest heat. The sound entered the ears, but it made people more irritable.

Zhou Yan was still thinking wildly about what would happen tonight, but now that the two of them are really lying together, it is equivalent to putting a huge humanoid stove next to them, just wanting to kick each other out of bed.

Han Zheng turned over several times, and started screaming as soon as he moved the bed, as if he would fall apart at any moment.Zhou Yan touched his calf with his foot: "Brother Zheng, why don't you chat if you can't sleep?"

Han Zheng's voice was rough, as if his nose was blocked: "What are you talking about?"

Zhou Yan looked at the ceiling with his eyes open, and counted on his fingers: "Life, ideals, how many handsome men do you want to sleep with in this life." After he finished speaking, he "giggled".

Han Zheng turned over, turned to Zhou Yan's side, and greeted him directly with the heat of his breath: "Do you think you are quite humorous?"

Zhou Yan turned his head to look at Han Zheng. In the dark night, his pupils were like obsidian, surprisingly beautiful.

He smiled and said nothing.

"Ask you." Han Zheng exhaled, and suddenly said, "The matter between you and Ding Yizhao... did anyone know at that time?"

"Only Luo Jinchen." When Zhou Yan said that name, his voice was still a little different from usual. He stabilized his emotions and said, "Do you want to know about me and Ding Yizhao?"

Han Zheng lay flat and looked at the ceiling like Zhou Yan: "Do you want to tell me?"

"Han Zheng, you are really..." Zhou Yan was speechless, and simply stopped calling "Brother", and sighed, "How could I fall in love with such an awkward person..."

Zhou Yan's ability to tell stories is very strong. In fact, he talked about things that can be finished in 10 minutes. He added fuel and vinegar for half an hour. He didn't talk about his personal subjective evaluation and feelings about the whole thing. Han Zheng helped him to be polite after listening. I summed it up: Oh, Ding Yizhao and his father only cared about protecting themselves, so you broke up.

Zhou Yan was stunned for a moment, thought about it for ten seconds, and felt that there was nothing wrong with it. He said "um" and sighed: "I didn't expect you to be so good at Chinese."

"Don't be poor." Han Zheng rubbed his fingers and continued, "Then why did he leave suddenly after pestering him for so long?"

"Because of you. I told him that you beat Luo Jinfeng."

Han Zheng was silent for a while, and then let out a short laugh from his nasal cavity: "Silly X."

It was rare for Zhou Yan not to talk back, so he also smirked for a while.

After a while, Zhou Yan's eyelids became heavier and heavier, and when he was about to fall asleep in a daze, Han Zheng suddenly moved up to his ear and kissed his ear. The deep voice came from close to his ear : "If one day I walk out of that closet, would you like to be with me..."

"This time it's really like a marriage proposal." Zhou Yan suddenly woke up, his tone was clear, and the moment he turned his head, his nose touched Han Zheng's, "Of course I am willing."

I, of course, would like to.

When Zhou Yan said this, his lips were only a millimeter away from Han Zheng's, and he touched his lips every time he said a word.

This kid...will flirt.

At that moment, Han Zheng felt that the blood in his whole body had returned to normal flow, and he got the answer he wanted. He was very satisfied, and gave a long French kiss very simply.

After the kiss, his breathing was a little short, Zhou Yan slowed down for a long time, feeling that it was getting hotter now, and he had an urge to do bad things.

What is most needed at this time is a basin of cold water, pouring it down.

"If we are really together, what will Ling Ying do? You..."

Han Zheng interrupted him calmly: "I am married to her."

"Oh." In fact, Zhou Yan had thought of it earlier, but he couldn't guess the reason behind it.

"You are the first person to know about this." Han Zheng touched his head and smiled wryly, "It's very difficult for me to say it. It's like saying that I don't like girls."

Zhou Yan was so distressed that he almost blurted out words of comfort: "Brother Zheng..."

"Actually, I almost confessed to my family once back then. At that time, I was young and full of energy. I thought the worst would be to be kicked out of the house. Anyway, my grandfather had no obligation to support me." Han Zheng's tone was light, but it was easy to hear. Feeling sad for no reason, "There is something I haven't told you. Xie Chen is Ling Ying's ex-boyfriend, and also my ex-boyfriend."

Zhou Yan's first reaction was that the words were too convoluted, he was stunned by the heat, and it took him a long time to realize the powerful relationship inside.

Unbelievable!

The amount of information in this sentence is too fucking big!

He almost rolled off the bed without a shudder.

"Then a pair of rivals got engaged." Zhou Yan followed Han Zheng's example and pretended to be calm.

Han Zheng's tone was a little helpless: "Xie Chen's death and her disfigurement hit her hard." He paused, "It did to me too. I used to like Xie Chen very much, and he liked me very much, but then he suddenly I'm afraid. Before I met you, I always felt that I would never like someone that much again in my life. "

Han Zheng kissed Zhou Yan's palm, then looked into his eyes: "Zhou Yan, I originally planned to give up."

There is a deep bond between him and Ling Ying and Xie Chen. The decision between the two of them from being together to getting engaged at that time was a contract signed with fate, and the inextricably linked emotions even made it up to themselves. Not sure.

They chatted for a long time that night, and Han Zheng fell into a deep sleep at dawn, Zhou Yan was still tossing and turning, as if a jack was pressed on his heart, making him unable to breathe.

He watched Han Zheng sleep, and saw the clear contours of his face under the faint morning light, his tightly pursed lips, furrowed brows, and heavy breathing...

Zhou Yan suddenly felt that the person in front of him was no longer the person he knew, but a fragile and vulnerable individual.

In terms of feelings, he used to feel that he was miserable, and was sold by Ding Yizhao in front of his wealth, but in the end, he didn't care that much in his heart. At that time, only Luo Jinchen's feelings filled his whole soul. die.

And what about Han Zheng?He once regarded a person as the whole world, but that person turned his back on him at the last moment, and he stood alone in a lonely wasteland, only hearing the harsh sound of the wind blowing dust, other than that, everything is lonely.

Zhou Yan had to admit that he was jealous of the man who had been buried underground, and that he had received so much love from Han Zheng. Even if Han Zheng was willing to stand up again for himself and fight against a certain system in this world, he still deeply loved him. I deeply understand that the kind of spontaneous, almost innate, and habitual love will not be annihilated, and will always exist.

Who said it?

——Man can never compete with the dead.

Han Zheng told him that he had already had a showdown with Ling Ying. Ling Ying said that he would find a suitable reason to explain to Mr. Qin why they wanted to break off the engagement, but once Mr. Qin knew about it, he would kill him immediately.

If there is no other way, Han Zheng will tell him the truth of the matter.

They may have an uphill battle.

When Han Zheng was full of sleep and opened his eyes, Zhou Yan gradually became sleepy. He rubbed his eyes and turned over. He turned his back to Han Zheng and muttered, "Go shopping, I'm sleepy."

"Okay." Han Zheng leaned over and kissed his forehead lightly, "I'll call you after lunch."

After washing up, Han Zheng ate the hard, stone-like bread, and then rode Zhou Yan's little electric donkey to the market.

The village is only that big, and there are not many public places. Han Zheng asked the way and drove there in less than 10 minutes.

There were more people selling things than buying things in the market. Every time Han Zheng walked through a place, he was yelled at by hawkers to stop him. It took more than half an hour to complete the circle, and his hands were full of chicken, duck, fish and all kinds of food. Vegetables.

There is no need to buy so much for two people, but today is their first official meal, and Han Zheng added the drama himself, always wanting to look a little more grand.

Han Zheng washed vegetables, cut vegetables, killed fish, and plucked chicken feathers by himself. He was so busy that Mao Mao came to find Zhou Yan. : "Let's stay and eat later, and help me."

Han Zheng's cooking skills are very professional. Maomao thought that Zhou Yan's level was similar, at least not too much better than Zhou Yan's, but Han Zheng's frying and cooking were completely like a five-star restaurant chef.

A plate of spicy chicken diced came out with a tangy aroma. Before serving it, Mao Mao took a sip and sneaked a piece into his mouth.

Mao Mao's round eyes widened.

His brother!too delicious! ! !

His Brother Zhou Yan is so lucky!

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