Forced to call scumbags brothers and sisters [Transmigration Book]

Yan Zhou gave him a meaningful look: "It can be done at any house."

There is no fear of embarrassment in this world, only fear that someone will point it out after knowing the embarrassment.

So Xie Yao gave Yan Zhou a middle finger without mercy.

After eating, Xie Yao received a message from Yuan Zhigao.

Yuan Zhigao: Xiao Xie, are you really having a conflict with Brother Zhou?

Yuan Zhigao: Don't think too much on your own, tell me where brother Zhou made you angry.

Xie Yao: I... have no one.

Yuan Zhigao: What do you mean?

Xie Yao: I'm still at Brother Zhou's house.

After posting this sentence, Xie Yao could already feel Yuan Zhigao's bewilderment and doubt through the screen.

When it was almost six o'clock, both of them were hungry. Xie Yao felt that cooking at home was troublesome, so he took Yan Zhou out to eat.The neighborhood of Yan Zhou's house is a residential area, so there are many snack bars, so the two of them randomly found a noodle restaurant to eat a bowl of noodles.

It was already a little cool in the evening, and after a bowl of hot noodles, my body was unbelievably warm, and my pores were comfortably opened.

On the way back, there were only a few passers-by on the narrow sidewalk. Xie Yao became more courageous, and secretly hooked Yan Zhou's hand hanging by his side, grabbed it suddenly, and then let go quickly.

Yan Zhou was so confused that he grabbed his wrist, and then scratched Xie Yao's palm with his index finger a few times.

Xie Yao was a little itchy and wanted to break free, but he just moved his wrist formally and let Yan Zhou pull it.

When he came back, Xie Yao heard another noise from the next door in the corridor before he entered the door. He glanced at Yan Zhou suspiciously.

He remembered that the last time he came to his house, the red-haired lady and her fat boy who liked to shoot basketball in the living room lived next door, and Yan Zhou's way of threatening them to be quiet was still fresh in his memory.

Xie Yao asked incredulously, "Why is that family still so noisy?"

Yan Zhou: "It's not that family anymore."

Xie Yao: "Huh? It's not because you drove me away."

Yan Zhou was silent for a while, then said vaguely, "Almost?"

These short three words made Xie Yao suddenly sympathize with the last resident—living next to the school bully, destined to be a man with his tail between his legs.

Yan Zhou explained: "There are a lot of elderly residents here, and I can't stand their troubles."

Xie Yao shrugged: "That's true. What about this household?"

In order to maintain a civilized image in front of her boyfriend, Yan Zhou barely controlled the urge to kick the door, and raised his hand to call the neighbor's landlord.

Unexpectedly, before he had time to speak, the landlord began to cry: "What's wrong, what's wrong this time!"

Yan Zhou: "It's too noisy, come here and solve it."

The landlord faltered and said, "I...my one is out of town."

Yan Zhou frowned: "If you don't come, I'll take care of it for you."

The landlord hurriedly said: "Hey, that's not what I meant, I... You see, I have two tenants in total, and you all said that there is a problem, so I can't rent this house anymore. I also want to eat! "

Yan Zhou: "Your house is very easy to rent. There are 6 and 8 in the house number. Next time you rent, get to know the tenants better."

Landlord: "I'm... well, please, I admit that I'm in a hurry to rent."

Yan Zhou: "Are you coming?"

The landlord had no choice but to say, "Well, I'll give them a call. If it doesn't work, I'll go over and see what you think."

Yan Zhou gave an explanation, and then hung up the phone neatly.

The landlord called the neighbor next door, and described the neighbor living next door in an eloquent way, saying that he was a gangster who often fought in the school, and said that the attack was not serious, and the pair usually quarreled for 5 minutes, 3 minutes A noisy middle-aged couple was quite frightened.

After a while, the next door suddenly became quiet.

Xie Yao didn't know the truth, and sighed: "This landlord is quite efficient."

Not long after I finished speaking, the person next door even brought a bag of fruit to apologize.

In the evening, Xie Yao explained the two papers that Yan Zhou had made in the afternoon, and arranged the phrases and words that he must memorize in the English textbook. Then he suddenly remembered something.

Xie Yao: "Have you listened to the online class I gave you before?"

Yan Zhou choked and didn't know how to answer for a moment.

Because the teacher over there called too frequently, he blocked three calls from the same institution, and he couldn't talk to his boyfriend about this.

Yan Zhou considered it for a while: "I listened to a small part, mainly because I don't have much free time."

Unexpectedly, Xie Yao didn't care at all, waved his hand and said: "Then you don't need to listen to it later, I feel that I can fill you up with the basics in two weeks, and it's a waste of time to listen again."

Yan Zhou breathed a sigh of relief.

If I knew it, I would have watched a few more episodes.

The two of them studied and rested, and the time passed in a while at night. Xie Yao looked at his phone and found that it was past ten o'clock.

But if he wanted to go back at night, he had to go this time, but he didn't really want to go back, he wanted to stay here with Yan Zhou.

Xie Yao didn't know how to speak with the sudden sense of reserve.

He was thinking about whether he should not progress so fast, and he was not sure whether Yan Zhou could adapt to this rhythm.

Anyway, he himself is used to doing whatever he wants.

After all, even the confession is said on the spur of the moment.

Xie Yao took a sip of water, stared blankly at a piece of small lemon floating on the water, then got up and said, "It's getting late, I'm leaving first."

Yan Zhou was taken aback for a moment, and wanted to ask him if he would come tomorrow, but later he felt that it was a bit troublesome to go back and forth.

Yan Zhou looked at him: "You..."

Looking at each other, Xie Yao had a guess, and his heartbeat began to speed up inexplicably.

Yan Zhou said bluntly, "Do you want to stay overnight?"

Xie Yao's heart almost skipped a beat.

However, the surface has to pretend to be calm.

Xie Yao: "Okay."

He didn't know what to say, so he said nonsense: "Then lend me your clothes."

Yan Zhou let out a "hmm".

Xie Yao suddenly thought of a question, if he likes to change into clean clothes, that's fine, the key is...

Underpants, is his boyfriend willing to borrow them?

Even if his boyfriend borrows it, does he have the nerve to wear it...

Yan Zhou rummaged through the cabinet, and took out clean short sleeves and pants, as well as a new unpacked underwear.

Xie Yao heaved a sigh of relief, fearing that he would find out the embarrassment caused by his series of inner activities just now, he rushed to the bathroom as soon as he grabbed the clean clothes.

Yan Zhou held him back: "Let me wash first, the hot water here is slower."

Xie Yao nodded, he found that this scumbag boyfriend was really careful as hell.

As soon as Yan Zhou entered the bathroom, Xie Yao thought of something, hurriedly turned over, grabbed his phone, and started searching in the browser, with titles such as "What should I pay attention to when I spend the night at my boyfriend's house on the first day?"

The answers that pop up are all messed up.

The first answer was actually "Is it appropriate to spend the night at my boyfriend's house for the first time?"

The answer advises, don't stay at your boyfriend's house on the first day, suggest a hotel.The reason is that they appear more reserved and will leave a good impression on the in-laws? ? ?

In-laws?Where is this all?

Xie Yao was at a loss for a while, then continued to look down.

He found a more comprehensive answer and took a closer look.

Need attention with a makeup remover kit? ? ?

Perfume, hair care kits, toothbrush? ? ? ?

He even found a very unfamiliar term, Xiao... Shit smell? ?

Xie Yao frowned, and kept sliding his hand down, and saw several bold and black characters in the last line of this answer.

"Be careful to take protective measures, such as condoms."

Unprepared, Xie Yao threw the phone away.

Fragments flashed through my mind.

For example, in the drama I watched last time, the two detectives rolled from the living room to the kitchen, and then rolled from the kitchen to the bed.

He hadn't started to do any homework in this area.

I don't know how much his boyfriend knows...

Although he doesn't want to admit it, he is indeed a school chicken.The elementary school chicken lay back on the chair, raised his hand and covered his eyes with the palm of his hand, feeling like his whole body was about to burn.

When Yan Zhou came out, he saw Xie Yao lying silently on the table with his face buried in his arms, and his mobile phone was thrown far away.

He patted his boyfriend and reminded, "Going to take a shower?"

Xie Yao looked up and saw that Yan Zhou was wiping the water from his hair with a towel, and there was hot steam around him.

Yan Zhou pushed his hair back, his forehead was exposed, his brows and eyes were clear and distinct, and he looked sharp and good-looking.

A drop of water from his hair accidentally hit Xie Yao's arm, Xie Yao stood up from the chair, subconsciously touched the base of his ear, said "OK", then grabbed the clothes beside him and went into the bathroom.

Yan Zhou cleaned up the things on the table, went to the closet to take out a pillow, and turned out a small blanket.

He looked at the bed and couldn't help frowning.

This bed was just right for him to sleep alone. It would be a bit crowded if two big boys over 1.8 meters were sleeping, and Xie Yao's sleeping appearance was not very honest.

He was afraid that Xie Yao would not sleep well, so he hugged the quilt and came out in advance, ready to make the floor at any time.

There was the sound of water in the bathroom, and Yan Zhou was in a daze. He couldn't help but think of the time when Xie Yao came to his house drunk, rushed into the bathroom and stripped himself clean.

He smiled, feeling a little strange.

This man has turned into his boyfriend.

But he wasn't too surprised either.

When he first met Xie Yao, he had a faint feeling that he would have more contact with this person in the future.

Some people's past is like running water, and he will clearly realize it when he passes by; some people don't, because they are like luminous bodies, with their own attractiveness, which makes people unforgettable.

Xie Yao is the latter - he broke into his world with a radiance, strong and domineering.

He'd had this hunch long ago, that they'd cross that line, at least his heart couldn't help it.

Fortunately, they have the same mind.

Xie Yao suddenly yelled in the bathroom, waking Yan Zhou from his memories: "I put the changed clothes in the bucket next to me!"

Yan Zhou replied loudly, "Okay."

After Xie Yao took a shower, he realized that he didn't ask Yan Zhou for a towel to wipe his hair, so he twisted his wet hair casually, and then hurried out of the bathroom.

Afraid of water dripping on the ground, Xie Yao stretched out his hand towards Yanzhou: "Give me a hair wiper, hurry up."

Yan Zhou pulled him over, covered his head with a towel, and wiped him off.

Xie Yao hung his neck enjoying it very much, squinting his eyes like a cat that has been brushed: "Wipe for a while, it feels a little comfortable."

Yan Zhou: "..."

Yan Zhou's wrist was hanging by Xie Yao's ear, Xie Yao suddenly raised his hand to catch it, and put it under his nose to sniff.

Xie Yao: "Boyfriend, you smell a little sweet."

Yan Zhou was taken aback for a moment, and then said, "It's the shower gel, isn't it, you're useless?"

Xie Yao: "It's used."

He sniffed himself, and asked doubtfully, "Why don't I seem to have one?"

He hurriedly got up from the sofa, buried his face in Yan Zhou's neck and smelled it again, the hot breath hit Yan Zhou's skin, it was warm and itchy.

Yan Zhou raised his hand and pinched the back of Xie Yao's neck, and said lightly, "What are you doing? Playing hooligans?"

Xie Yao simply didn't say anything, and bit down on Yan Zhou's sunken collarbone. The force was just right, and Yan Zhou didn't feel too much pain, but left a faint mark of half a moon.

Yan Zhou raised his eyebrows: "Are you a dog?"

After saying this, the hand that was supposed to wipe his hair rested on Xie Yao's shoulder, and Yan Zhou gave it a light push.

Xie Yao's head fell on the soft sofa back.

Yan Zhou leaned forward to kiss him.

Xie Yao could only feel a nice and refreshing fragrance sweeping over like a small storm, he didn't have time to think why Yan Zhou's body smelled so strong after using the same shower gel.

Mouth has been gagged.

The author has something to say: There are a lot of things going on recently, and I have to prepare to go back to school, so it's late again...