Forced to call scumbags brothers and sisters [Transmigration Book]

Xie Yao was so frightened that the melon in his hand almost flew away.

He still didn't have time to curse, his body had already taken a step ahead of his brain, and he hurriedly got up from the sofa.

On the screen of the mobile phone, one inspector unbuttoned the belt of the other, and when the next step was to take off the pants, Xie Yao successfully put the mobile phone upside down on the coffee table with a click.

After it was over, Xie Yao cursed out a complete sentence of "Fuck. Groove", and then fell back on the sofa.

However, he was still too naive. Although the screen was intercepted, the sound was not turned off because he was too scared to pause the video.

The sound of rustling cloth rubbing came from the mobile phone, and then the sound of deep and shallow breathing flooded into Xie Yao's brain like a tide.

Xie Yao: "Grass..."

He took the phone away, turned off the screen and put it in his pocket.

The atmosphere was a little awkward.

He didn't dare to look at the faces of the people around him.

Even want to die.

Thinking about it carefully, he has used his toes to dig out a courtyard, a parking lot, and the Forbidden City before, so this time he can probably build a Great Wall...

The scale of construction gradually increased.

In the end, Yan Zhou broke the deathly silence, and quietly asked, "This is your...carefully selected play?"

Xie Yaoxin said: I really didn't expect the car to overturn.

He clutched his chest: "Please, how is it possible, I found this drama by accident, and I didn't read the introduction carefully just now."

"And I was more than a little bit frightened."

Yan Zhou pondered for a while, then said: "I can't tell, your appetite is quite... special."

Xie Yao hurriedly explained: "It's just the beginning. The fact that this drama can be put in the software means that the explicit scenes in the end have been reduced. If these accidents are excluded, maybe it is really a serious detective drama."

Yan Zhou glanced at him: "Do you believe it?"

Xie Yao was confident on the surface but panicked a lot: "I believe it!"

Yan Zhou raised his chin, and said calmly, "Then you continue to let it go."

Xie Yao hugged the watermelon, swallowed hard, and took out the phone from his pocket, but the hand that was about to press the unlock button was shaking like a Parkinson's patient.

Damn it, a man's terrific desire to win.

He was literally digging a hole for himself.

Xie Yao slandered the drama in his heart: You have to fight for dad.

It's up to you to save Dad's reputation crisis.

You have to be serious, boy!

I'll give you another 3 minutes to perform!

He put the phone back on the coffee table, unlocked it tremblingly, and a scene of overlapping still figures lit up instantly.

Xie Yao looked at the play button on the screen, and began to frantically struggle with regret again.

Finally, he tentatively asked Yan Zhou: "What if this isn't really a serious drama?"

He remembered that although the source of this video software was not formal, it seemed that he had never seen any real pornography, even if it was a boat scene, the explicit ones were almost cut out.

But I'm afraid that some fish will slip through the net.

Yan Zhou took a spoonful of watermelon slowly, and glanced at him: "Aren't you quite sure just now?"

Fine.

Xie Yao gave up on himself and pressed the play button, then quickly retreated to a corner of the sofa, trying his best to weaken his sense of existence.

Deep and shallow panting sounds came one after another, Xie Yao's mind was buzzing and his heart was beating like a drum.

Speaking of which, he has never seen a man with a man.

Xie Yao, who didn't know where to turn his eyes, had no choice but to silently scoop up a spoonful of watermelon and put it into his mouth, trying to cool his frantically functioning brain with the cold taste of the fruit.

He sneaked a glance at Yan Zhou by the way, and found that Yan Zhou was unbelievably calm, with an expression as if he was watching a news broadcast.

Facts have proved that this is not a caught fish, and the picture finally freezes on the back of the man Guang Yiguo, and then everything changes to the busy work and life in the police station the next morning.

Interrogation, investigation, lawyer talk.

Xie Yao breathed a sigh of relief.

Cub, you are still serious!Dad misunderstood you!

Xie Yao raised his eyebrows: "Look, it is still taking the plot seriously, why are you so nervous?"

Yan Zhou: "Who is nervous and has no ideas?"

Just when Xie Yao's heart hadn't really come back, the two male protagonists probably wanted to discuss something in secret, so they walked into the same office, and one of them directly locked the door with a click.

Since he just received a little stimulation, Xie Yao's brain is not open now, and his ability to associate is also extremely rich.

He suddenly had an ominous premonition.

Sure enough, the two detectives had a dispute, and before they could say a word, one locked the other firmly between the desks behind him and his back, their eyes met, sparks sparked faintly.

Wait a minute, could it be...

Come again and again!

Two big brothers, talk well, don't start talking halfway...

You guys can have a serious fight...

Xie Yao gasped, moved his body, and sank more into the sofa in fear.

Yan Zhou opened his eyelids: "If you move any further, you will be embedded in the sofa."

Xie Yao saw that he was still calm, and decided to confess: "I'm afraid they will do it again, and then prove to you that this is really not a serious drama."

Yan Zhou glanced at him: "This level is nothing, it's okay."

Xie Yao was stunned: "Then how far do you want to go?"

Yan Zhou: "..."

Yan Zhou ate his melon calmly, and reminded: "Isn't this why you haven't taken off your pants yet?"

When it was over, he analyzed it to him solemnly: "I didn't take off my pants even when I was on the bed just now, and I won't take them off now. It should be a serious drama."

Xie Yao was puzzled: "You...why are you so proficient?"

Yan Zhou spread his hands: "I watch a lot of dramas."

The main reason is that Yuan Zhigao, a gay guy, can't help but push some dramas for them, which are mixed with some serious dramas and not-so-serious dramas.

He and Li Jun were accidentally injured many times, and Li Jun shouted to wash his eyes every day.

Xie Yao was silent for a while, and couldn't help but want to scold himself for being too inexperienced, and behaved like a primary school chicken.

After a while, Yan Zhou said, "Why don't you read it."

Xie Yao: "Huh?"

Yan Zhou pointed: "Your neck is red."

Xie Yao couldn't help but raised his hand to touch the skin on the side of his lower neck, and found that it seemed a little hot.

But a certain elementary school chicken was still stubborn, coughed twice and said, "Fart, I'm hot."

"Could you be..." Yan Zhou glanced at him.

A string in Xie Yao's mind collapsed, he straightened up from the corner of the sofa, raised his leg and kicked Yan Zhou, and said angrily, "What are you thinking?"

Before kicking anyone, Yan Zhou accurately grabbed the ankle.

Xie Yao's heart skipped a beat.

Yan Zhou grabbed his ankle and pulled him closer. Seeing Xie Yao's astonished expression, he couldn't laugh or cry: "What are you thinking... I just want to see if you have heat stroke."

"The temperature of the air conditioner seems to be a bit high." Yan Zhou got up and fiddled with the fan blades of the air conditioner, then lowered the temperature by two bars, and then raised his hand to feel the cold air from the downwind vent.

Xie Yao took advantage of Yan Zhou not looking back, and silently slapped himself across the face.

Xie Yao, what are you thinking about...huh? ! !

Yan Zhou didn't notice Xie Yao's ups and downs like a roller coaster, and asked, "Pour some water for you?"

Xie Yao bit the bullet and explained: "It's okay, I don't have heatstroke. I have shallow capillaries, and my neck is prone to redness in summer. Besides, how can I have heatstroke while eating watermelon and blowing on the air conditioner?"

He is really good food. In contrast, Yan Zhou was able to find the plot line under the swift and violent operation like a flood, and tried to discuss with him who the murderer was, which was much better than him.

After the second episode, Yan Zhou saw that the two of them had almost finished their watermelon, so he folded up the skin of the melon, threw all the spoons into the bowl, and took them into the kitchen together.

Xie Yao got up from the sofa, wanting to wait for him to come back to watch together, so he clicked the pause button on the screen.

Suddenly, Yan Zhou's phone interface lit up at the corner of the coffee table, and a message popped up.

Since Yan Zhou's mobile phone was casually placed on the coffee table next to his mobile phone, Xie Yao, who has good eyesight, inadvertently glanced at the content.

Yuan Zhigao: You are actually planning to go to the movies!You are too partial!You've never seen a movie with us!

It was probably Yuan Zhigao who saw the news, and Yan Zhou hadn't had time to tell him about the failure of the movie.

Xie Yao closed his eyes after a glance, but couldn't help thinking about the word "eccentric" in his heart.

He sat on the sofa with his knees hugged, and the air conditioner beside him made the back of his neck icy cold. He gently rubbed his temples, feeling much clearer.

He couldn't help but look in the direction of the kitchen.

Is Yan Zhou partial to him...?

But what if they are eccentric, they are just friends now...

At most, he was a friend who made Yan Zhou feel a little fresh, different from others.

Yan Zhou washed his hands and was wiping the water when he turned around and saw Xie Yao standing at the kitchen door in a daze.

Yan Zhou: "What's wrong?"

Xie Yao collected himself, murmured, and finally choked out a sentence: "It's getting late, I'll go back first, it seems to have delayed you for too long."

Yan Zhou hadn't had time to say it was okay, because there was nothing wrong with it.Xie Yao hastily closed the door like a gust of wind and left.

As soon as Xie Yao left, it seemed that he took away all the sounds and moving pictures in the room.

Yan Zhou leaned against the entrance, feeling like he was in a vacuum world.

Xie Yao's hurried footsteps seemed to echo in the corridor, but the door separated two worlds.

After standing in a daze for a long time, Yan Zhou twisted the bridge of his nose before returning to the coffee table and picking up his phone.

He glanced at Yuan Zhigao's message, and then clicked directly into the dialogue box with Xie Yao.

Yan Zhou: Is there something wrong?

Yan Zhou: I left in such a hurry.

He wanted to ask again, but he typed a paragraph and then silently deleted it, grabbing his phone and waiting for Xie Yao's reply.

It took more than an hour for Xie Yao to send the message.

Xie Yao: I have something to do, let’s go first, it’s just over.

Xie Yao had just finished taking a shower, he was wiping his head carelessly with a towel, and sent a message to Yan Zhou with some water still on his hand.

In fact, he saw it when he came back, but he kept hanging there, only letting the message flash on the phone interface, and didn't click to read it.

After Xie Yao finished replying to the message, he sighed and threw himself on the bed, letting his wet hair lie on the dry pillow.

He raised his head and pushed back all the broken hair on his forehead, and lay on his side aimlessly flipping through the news in the APP, sliding from top to bottom, but he didn't read anything because he was thinking about miscellaneous things .

For the first time, he realized that there might be a side of habitual avoidance in his character, especially about emotions.

Usually, I am used to walking in a straight line, but when I encounter some twists and turns, I instinctively want to escape.

As long as you can't figure it out, you will escape from the original environment.

Xie Yao scanned the screen with his fingers, and finally poked into Yan Zhou's circle of friends.

There is one more dynamic.

There are only a few words.

"kid".

The author has something to say: I'm sorry it's late today, I don't think much about coding when I'm not feeling well during the day.I will add more tomorrow, hehehe, the list has a lot of words recently~~~~