Human food sex

When going to bed at night, Chigui rummaged through the boxes and cabinets and found a shell that was bigger than a king crab and gave it to him.

Haiwan came out of the bathroom, saw him put it on the bedside table, and asked inexplicably, "What are you doing?"

"I'll let you hold your tears and see if they turn into pearls." Chi Gui teased maliciously.

"You're laughing at me!" Haiwan turned red from embarrassment and rushed forward.

He stood on the bed and bent over, rubbing his hair, which he didn't dare to mess with, "I'm not a crying bag, have you seen me crying casually?"

Chi Gui held his hand that was breaking ground on Tai Sui's head, and pressed it on the back of his waist: "Why haven't I seen it before, who is crying on the bed?"

"Ah, you—shameless!" Haiwan struggled a few times and yelled in vain, "Let go of me, don't think that the matter is over like this, I still have something to judge you."

"Oh? What's the matter?" Chi Gui pressed half of his body on him, teasing him to talk like a puppy, not like he was judging himself, but as if he was judging him.

Haiwan was not as strong as him, and lay on the bed in a half-prone and half-lying position, unable to move. He said angrily, "Yuanzhou said, Yang Yihao asked me to move in to introduce you to someone. Do you know that? Don't lie."

"I don't know." Chi Gui lowered his head and pecked his cheek, with a gentle light in his eyes, "But I guessed it."

Before Yang Yihao sublet the lease, he pretended to show him some so-called candidate materials, in the pretense of asking for his opinions.

Chi Gui had seen the photos of Haiwan back then, and thought he was clean-looking, with bright eyes, and he probably had no intentions, so he agreed.

Later, when we met at the unit gate, it was really the first time we met.

In fact, at first he didn't like Haiwan, or people like Haiwan.

They were too far from his life; they were on a level he couldn't see; what they were going through was hard for him to empathize with, so it was even harder to understand.

But Chi Gui never felt that Haiwan was not good enough for him. He only divided the world into front, back, left, and right.

But for some reason, he subconsciously wants to accept Haiwan, and his emotions towards him are always out of his control, like driving a car that is out of control.

He hates this feeling, the more he hates it, the more he loses ground, and the more he loses ground, the more he needs more.

To be able to sit where he is today, he must have gone through countless storms. He has come all the way, and he has already formed a complete set of value systems and a unique way of getting along with the world.

He is rational, as if he has no emotion; he is calm, as if he has no temperature; he is always cautious and indifferent, and he should take a long-term perspective in everything he does, and open an umbrella before a rainy day.

This kind of life will never go wrong, no matter when and where he will stand at the peak and not fall down, and at the same time, the lack of heart is also getting bigger and bigger.

As Haiwan said, even if his life is a work of art, it is also cracked in ice.

No surprises, no accidents, no fun, everything is smooth and complete, with scars crawling inside.

The bay was like a coal fire, scorching the coldest nothingness in his heart.

He succumbed to the heat, his flesh sizzling, and had to make a change.

It is not easy for anyone, anytime, to make any change.

When the scalpel is put down, the face will sneak into the night with the wind, the waves will be calm and the lines will be flat, and even the belt and bone will feel pain on the skin.

However, what is not broken is not built, and pain often brings new life.

Chigui passes through the bay, and through getting along with him, he examines himself and the chaotic and orderly world in front of him from a new and unique perspective.

He gradually discovered that his former self was so superficial, and his life was like a series of absurd dramas, which faded before the scenes were over.

Whoever said that ordinary is meaningless, and who defined nobleness.The life creed he adhered to, against the backdrop of Haiwan's unremitting enthusiasm and courage, seemed so absurd.

He was indeed encouraging Gulf to approach him, if acquiescence counted as encouragement.

With his scheming and means, how could he fail to see through the intentions of Lu Yuanzhou and Yang Yihao, how could he not have expected the support of Wang Kunlun and Jing Jue behind them, and how could he not have noticed Xing Jiaran's contribution to the flames.

He acquiesced.

Haiwan does not meet all his imagination of a future partner, from age to experience, from spiritual world to thinking habits, he is not a suitable candidate.

The only thing he owns—at least what Chi Gui thought he had at first—is an exquisite skin.

Chi Gui dismissed this.Compared with appearance, he cares more about the fit of soul.

However, there is no choice for the world, and Haiwan is out of tune with him, but he is trapped again and again, getting deeper and deeper.

Looking back on the way he came, he hesitated and thought about whether he should or not. After all, his psychological problems were an unavoidable obstacle.

But the world is so wonderful, and it often tells the world in unexpected ways what it really needs.

He needs the gulf, longs for the gulf, loves the gulf.

He can't avoid it.

"I finally understand." Haiwan pulled back the hand he let go, rubbed his wrist and said, "At that time, you gave me the key next door to let me go back, and Jennifer told me that strictly speaking, you didn't let me move out. "

"The house next door belongs to you. You really don't mean to drive me away. It's your house anyway. It's no different from letting me live in the guest room tonight."

Chi Gui pulled back the quilt, stuffed his cold feet under it, turned off the wall lamp and said, "If you want to drive you out, why let you live in."

Agreeing him to live next door was a subconscious decision made for him, and no one knew what he wanted better than his own heart.

"Hey—then I don't have to pay the rent anymore, right?" Haiwan suddenly thought of this important event, "Also, we have such a good relationship, don't you want me to pay for the carpet again?"

He had to pay back the money Hai Changsheng owed, even if he refused to return late, he would feel bad about it.

But when he thinks about the money for the carpet, he can't help feeling wronged. It's just a piece of rag, why is it so expensive?

Damn tomato.

Chi Gui turned his face away, pinched his chin and asked, "Who gave you the guts to say goodbye to me?"

Haiwan jumped into his arms and said with a smile, "You. You are my husband now, how can you blackmail me? I am very poor."

"I see that your skin is getting thicker and poorer than before." Chi Gui squeezed his delicate mouth, covered his eyelids with the palm of his hand and ordered: "Quick sleep, I will take you to the hospital tomorrow to have your stitches removed."

"Stingy, cheapskate." Haiwan muttered and turned over, closing his eyes reluctantly.

fool.

He couldn't help smiling.

In the afternoon of the next day, Chi Gui went to the mountainside to pick him up. As soon as the car drove onto the road outside the hotel, he saw a few people sneaking around in the distance.

The group of people I met in Haiwan last time were exactly them, and they probably weren't powerful characters, but they were first-rate gangsters in the market, completely different from the people who lend money.

Without any hesitation, Chigui pressed the phone and dialed 110 directly.

Haiwan finished his work in the restaurant, arranged for the person on duty, said goodbye to Zhao Qinghe, and heard commotion outside just two steps away.

There were two police cars parked outside the hotel, and the belated red-brown Ding Ding was on the other side.It was just after dinner that the bustling crowd gathered around to watch the excitement, and there were endless discussions.

He didn't care about anything else, he went to the car and knocked on the window and asked, "What's going on, what are they making trouble about?"

"The people who blocked you last time should be the same group as those who blocked your friend." Chi Gui lowered the car window and motioned for him to come in, "Let's go, don't worry about them."

"Can I go?" Haiwan wasn't sure if he needed to go to the police station to make a statement. "They are making trouble here, and the impact is too bad."

After thinking about it, he closed the half-open car door and ran back to the hotel.

After a while, Haiwan and the belated lobby manager came out, accompanied by the female supervisor who interviewed him last time.

The police arresting people at the entrance of the hotel, no matter what the reason is, will bring a lot of negative effects. Guests will definitely feel that the law and order nearby is not good, and the intangible loss in the process is immeasurable.

After negotiating with the police, the manager of the lobby also believes that it is not appropriate to spread the matter.But things have already happened and there is nothing we can do, we can only find a way in public relations.

Haiwan sent the police away, helped the staff persuade the onlookers to disperse, and told them to block the news, and then discussed with the two managers for half a day to draw up a response plan, only to realize that Chigui was still waiting for him.

Winter is approaching, and it is the season for heating. It gets dark very early, and it is already past seven o'clock.

Haiwan ran to the door, looked at the people standing in the cold wind and looked at him, felt apologetic suddenly, bid farewell to everyone and ran over.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I forgot." He was well dressed, with a thin black suit on, and he was colder than Chigui.

Haiwan took a breath, rubbed his hands, hugged his arm and said with a smile, "I have nothing to do here, let's go."

There was no emotion on Chi Gui's face, he scratched his nose and said with a smile, "Let's go."

There was sufficient heating in the cabin, the heating pads on the seats continued to heat up, and the bay warmed up soon after putting on the seat belt.

There was a round moon hanging outside the window, and the bright brilliance shone so brightly that the street lamps beside the road were dimmed a bit.

Holding the thermos cup, he drank the warm red dates and longan tea and asked, "Why don't you talk, are you angry?"

"Why am I angry?" Chi Gui glanced at him, staring at the winding road ahead and said, "I was wondering if you can resign from the hotel."

"—Ah?" The sudden news made Haiwan cough twice, "I did a good job, why did I resign? Besides, what will I do after I resign?"

Chi Gui freed his right hand and took out two pieces of paper and handed them to him: "Wipe the place you dirty," and said: "I mean, you should be able to start preparing for opening the hotel now."

"The restaurant was given to Xu He. I originally planned to spare time to help you with the preliminary preparations, but judging by your performance today, you may be able to take care of yourself."

"Forget it, I've only been working for a few days." Haiwan felt that he was too aggressive, and his two brushes were far from enough to shoulder the heavy responsibility. "I'd better do it honestly and talk about it later."

Chi Gui didn't refute him, turned a corner, drove into the coastal road and asked, "Are you hungry, what do you want to eat tonight?"

"Don't you want to go to the hospital first?" Haiwan was already hungry, chewing the longan "creakingly", and said, "There is a food seller at the entrance of the hospital, why don't we go there to eat?"

"Let's go home and eat." Chi Gui frowned, "I'll make you a Japanese-style rice bowl. It just so happens that there is Wagyu beef in the refrigerator."

Haiwan is not picky, he likes everything: "Alright then, hurry up, I'm starving to death."

Chigui sped forward and arrived at the hospital in no time.He drove in through the back door and took Zhou Rong directly to Haiwan without registration.

Hearing their reason for coming, Zhou Rong sneered a lot: "When you are stupid, the absorbable protein synthesis thread used on his stomach doesn't need to be removed at all."

Seeing Chi Gui's misjudgment for the first time, Haiwan couldn't help but want to laugh, but seeing his dark face, he had to endure it: "Then what, we won't bother Dr. Zhou anymore, let's go."

"Goodbye." Zhou Rong drove them away without raising his eyes.

After coming out of the outpatient building, Chigui remained silent all the time, Haiwan carefully maintained his rare and fragile self-esteem, and forced himself to hold back his laughter.

After finally getting home, Haiwan fled directly into the bathroom on the pretext of washing his hands, and ran into his own appearance in the mirror. It turned out that there were smiles on the brows and eyes.

very nice.

Happiness may be late, but never absent.

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A spoonful of chicken broth.