The Male Lead's White Moonlight is Attracted to Me!

The place where the palms touched gradually heated up, and the beating of the pulse gradually reached the same frequency.

Gu Wang tried to break free, but failed.

When Xiao Liu tilted his head and stretched his neck to try to see clearly what the two brothers were doing, He Qinghuan grabbed Gu Wang's hand and placed it between the two of them.

"Wang Wang, your hands are prettier than your brother's." Xiao Liu sat on his seat, spread his hands on his lap, stared at him for a long time, then suddenly turned his head to look at Gu Wang, "I want to see, Wang Wang The thread in your left hand."

Gu Wang, "What line?"

Xiao Liu stretched out his palm, "That's it, these few lines."

Gu Wang, "..."

Gu Wang wanted to pull his hand out of He Qinghuan's hand, but He Qinghuan didn't intend to let go, Gu Wang's fingertips ruthlessly pinched into the flesh of the back of He Qinghuan's hand.

He Qinghuan turned his head to look at Gu Wang, with a calm expression, and a word came out from his eyes: Don't waste your effort.

Gu Wang: ...

After a long time, under Xiao Liu's scorching gaze, Gu Wang stretched out his right hand.

Xiao Liu looked at Gu Wang's palm, then at Gu Wang, blinked, "It's the left hand."

Gu Wangshui looked at the little girl without changing his expression, "This is the left hand."

The scenery outside the car window presents undulating lines floating up and down, and the night invades from the outside and fills the car.

Gu Wang saw that Xiao Liu was really studying with his right hand, and for the first time he felt guilty for cheating the child.

Xiao Liu finished her research, she raised her head, "Look around, let me see your right hand again."

Gu Wang, "..."

Why is it endless? Who taught her to read palmistry.

Gu Wang just wanted to say that this was also his right hand, he was cheated anyway, it was not bad this time, He Qinghuan turned his head to look at the little girl, his face was hidden in the dark, but as long as he looks at you, you can never ignore his gaze on you The stay on the face.

Xiao Liu didn't dare to speak anymore.

"You should think about how to explain the puppy love to your dad." He Qinghuan didn't care if Xiao Liu could understand or not, and said straightforwardly.

Gu Wang thought that Xiao Liu could not understand, but who knew Xiao Liu could understand.

She knows what puppy love is.

Perhaps it was because she felt humiliated by being misunderstood and having a puppy love with a fool, she was not even afraid of He Qinghuan at this moment.

"I don't have puppy love, so I won't fall in love with a fool."

Xiao Liu's childish quarrel about puppy love sounds real, and it's hard not to laugh.

All her courage was used up when she confronted He Qinghuan now, after she finished speaking, she looked at Gu Wang again, "Wang Wang, let me see..."

She was still thinking about Gu Wangshou.

The driver saw He Qinghuan's eyes changing from the rearview mirror, he stepped on the brakes quickly, and said to the ancestors behind, "Here we are."

Auntie is already waiting outside.

Xiao Liu unbuckled her seat belt by herself, and when the door was opened by the driver, she jumped out of the car, lying on the ground, got up by herself, and ran to her aunt.

Gu Wang looked at He Qinghuan, "Let go."

He Qinghuan looked at Gu Wang for a while, and slowly let go of Gu Wang's hand. When he let go, Gu Wang's fingers curled up in his palm, which was covered with sweat.

He Zhiyan seldom comes back, Zhang Bailu likes to invite a few people to play mahjong, rich and leisurely women gather together for shopping, playing cards, arranging flowers and doing beauty treatment.

When the Bentley drove into the yard, the headlights of the car were facing the French windows on the living room side of the first floor. The woman sitting on the other side of the mahjong table covered her eyes with her hand, and she only put it down when the car drove into the garage, complaining slightly Said in a calm tone, "Your young master is back."

Zhang Bailu glanced at the yard, didn't say anything, just joked, she wouldn't agree with such sour words.

The other three also cast curious glances into the yard. Zhang Bailu's good sisters, including but not limited to these few on the poker table, are almost different from week to week. Whoever He Zhiyan needs her to deal with, she goes to. who are sisters.

The current few have only occasionally heard their names at some banquets or from the mouths of the men at home. He Qinghuan himself has never attended any more formal occasions, and business receptions are even more impossible. Students still focus on their studies.

The boy was dressed loosely, with an aura and face that could not be ignored, but there was a boy beside him.

"The tall one is He Qinghuan, don't look at it, play cards." Then look at your eyeballs.

"Then who is that next to him?"

Hearing this, Zhang Bailu cast a glance into the yard. The boy walking next to He Qinghuan was wearing a light blue striped shirt and dark blue jeans, with the same eye-catching appearance.

"His friend." Zhang Bailu knocked on the table with a two-barrel, "Look and see, is he still playing?"

"Fight, fight, aren't we curious?"

"Curiosity killed the cat."

The woman who kept asking the question turned pale when she heard the words, "Just asking, why do you still say that you will not be killed if you are killed?"

Zhang Bailu twirled the shawl that slid down her shoulders, with a half-smile, "Really?"

It's not that there are women or girls who don't have long eyes.

Boys usually grow taller in junior high school and enter puberty. He Qinghuan was already developing towards 180 in the third year of junior high school, but his body was thin, but his appearance gradually faded away.

He looks like a big boy too.

He Zhiyan was only in his thirties at that time, and he was at the age of boundless body and energy. Most of the girls he saw were girls in their early twenties, who were either cute or coquettish, of all kinds, more beautiful than those in the garden. There are many varieties of flowers.

The girl was sitting in the living room, and He Qinghuan had just come out of the room after taking a shower, and went into the kitchen to get a drink. The boy with damp hair in home clothes, with a hint of maturity mixed with youthfulness, was obviously more attractive than He Zhiyan.

He Qinghuan didn't avoid suspicion either, he completely ignored girls who climbed up to He Zhiyan for money.

He leaned over to pick up the snacks on the coffee table, and before he could take back his hand, he was held down by the girl's hand. The weak and boneless hand covered the boy's knuckle-knuckle hand and went up the arm. The meaning was self-evident.

He Qinghuan smiled, withdrew his hand, stood up, condescending, and said flatly, "I don't hit women."

He didn't fight, but he let the dog out of the backyard when the girl was looking at the flowers in the yard.

Wolfhounds are bred to have shiny coats, and when they run, the muscles of their limbs swell, and their canine teeth are exposed. Animals are not divided into men and women.

The boy was lying on the balcony, watching the girl's image disappear, rolling and crawling on the ground, crying with tears and snot all over her face, the girl was squatting on the platform of the pond in the yard calling for help, and when she looked up, she saw the girl on the balcony on the second floor. He Qinghuan.

She was stunned.

The boy was still dressed in the gentle and homely attire, with a book in his hand, he licked the corner of his mouth at the girl, but there was no smile in his eyes.

No one can control He Qinghuan, he is lawless.

Of course, Zhang Bailu would never tell anyone about these things. She has been in the He family for so long, and she also knows what to say and what not to say. She just wants to live a good life.

In a blink of an eye, the previous lively atmosphere was restored among the women. Zhang Bailu was very social, and in the blink of an eye, the women were so coaxed that they couldn't find their way.

"Are you hungry?" He Qinghuan asked.

Gu Wang said he was not hungry.

"I'll cook noodles for you."

Gu Wang was silent for a moment, then asked, "Then you still ask?"

He Qinghuan hooked the corner of his mouth, "Sense of ceremony."

When Gu Wang put his schoolbag in the guest room, He Qinghuan went to the kitchen.

Gu Wang thought that He Qinghuan didn't know how to cook. It should be said that people like them probably don't know how to cook, and neither did Gu Wang himself. He was an orphan later on, without a home, and he was running around all day for money, so he had no time to learn how to cook. meal.

When going downstairs, looking at the familiar living room, Gu Wang was in a daze for a moment.

- "Boss He loves Mr. Gu very much, and he specializes in learning how to cook for Mr. Gu."

Gu Wang was sitting in a wheelchair, playing games without raising his head, "Who does he love if he doesn't love me?"

Apart from not being able to go out, Gu Wang is actually living a pretty good life. Although the desire to go out has become more and more intense and is about to overwhelm his liking for He Qinghuan, every time He Qinghuan says to him, "Stay by my side, don't go anywhere .”

Gu Wang would still say yes.

He liked He Qinghuan, so he felt that he could bear it and he could convince himself.

Although sometimes the more I think about it, the more angry I will still lose my temper. I will make a fuss at home, smashing the pillows on the sofa, the lamps and porcelain on the cabinet, without blinking my eyes.

He Qinghuan let Gu Wang make troubles, and even coaxed him softly after the trouble, I can give you everything, including my life, except freedom.

Gu Wang saw the lily-shaped chandelier standing next to the TV and smiled, it was smashed later.

Gu Wang walked into the kitchen, slowly rolled up his sleeves, and leaned against the door, "Do you want help?"

Auntie has already been sent out by He Qinghuan, he is not even willing to let Gu Wang eat someone else's meal.

There were only the two of them in the kitchen, and the voices of outside conversations came in sporadically, and became blurred when they were far away, but they brought the iron notes of life.

He Qinghuan was chopping vegetables, he didn't look at the people behind him, he just asked, "You know how?"

No matter how old Gu Wang is or when Gu Wang is, He Qinghuan knows that he can't.

Gu Wang paused, "No."

Not guilty.

Only then did He Qinghuan put down the knife, and looked at the person behind him, "Then what are you asking?"

Gu Wang tilted his head and smiled, "Sense of ritual."

He Qinghuan, "..."

The women in the living room were gossiping again.

"This young master is very gentle, and looks like he has a good temper."

"Touch." Zhang Bailu typed out a piece of four, and glanced in the direction of the kitchen, "Sister, don't be curious, you can ask him now if I can let you eat together, I bet 90.00% that he will give you a bowl Give rat poison."

Zhang Bailu graduated from an ordinary university, so she can't speak particularly in-depth words, but she can express the general meaning clearly.

"You are too exaggerated."

"Then you go."

"I dont go."

He Qinghuan just ordered a bowl of noodles for Gu Wang, it's not good to eat too much at night, when he took abalone from the refrigerator, Gu Wang stopped him.

"Just plain noodles, add a tomato."

He Qinghuan's gaze stayed on the white fingers holding his sleeve for a while, and after a while, he put down the seafood he took out, and took out two tomatoes again.

Gu Wang frowned, "I only want one."

He Qinghuan was washing tomatoes under the faucet, when he heard this, he glanced at Gu Wang lightly, "Wang Wang, do you have a conscience?"

Gu Wang thought, maybe this sentence is more appropriate for you to ask yourself.

But that's all he thought, and what he asked was, "What's wrong?"

It was the previous Gu Wang who was able to do a job well in love, but the current Gu Wang, obviously, is extremely difficult to get the hang of and is still a straight man.

He Qinghuan didn't answer him, and he didn't speak for a while. When he saw him take out two bowls from the cupboard, Gu Wang reacted belatedly.

He forgot that He Qinghuan didn't eat in the afternoon either.

There is a partition between the dining room and the living room. The large transparent glass acts as a partition between the two. The light beige floor-to-ceiling curtain is tied to one side, and above the glass is a bright white crystal lamp.

Above the black-painted dining table, a few light yellow lights hang from the thin wires, very gentle lights.

The two men in the family will not mess with these things, and the designer is only responsible for the initial decoration, and the latter decorations are all added by the women in the family.

They are idle anyway.

Gu Wang sat opposite He Qinghuan.

After He Qinghuan sat down, the boy in front of him picked up a tomato for himself.

"..."

People who please He Qinghuan are like crucian carp crossing the river. It's the first time I've seen someone who uses tomatoes.

Seriously speaking, it's been a long time since the two of them sat together and had a meal alone. This was true for He Qinghuan, and even more so for Gu Wang.

In his mind, this was the first time he had dinner alone with He Qinghuan.

He thought he would be restrained, but he wasn't at all, even if the other party glanced at him from time to time.

When He Zhiyan came back, the two of them hadn't finished eating yet. As soon as He Zhiyan came in, the first thing he saw were the two boys eating in the restaurant.

His first thought after seeing it was: ? ? ? ?

Second thought: Is there my share?

Zhang Bailu's little sisters left 2 minutes before He Zhiyan arrived home. Zhang Bailu went up to pour He Zhiyan a glass of water, and He Zhiyan asked casually, "Auntie's cooking?"

Zhang Bailu smiled coquettishly, "Ah Huan did it."

He Zhiyan put down the cup, a little surprised. Although he was not close to Ah Huan, he still knew Ah Huan better. He was a bit of a clean freak, and it was impossible for him to do things for others. Let him bow his head voluntarily, unless his head was chopped off.

It may be the nature of a father, he is a little disappointed, but the difference is that he is not the one who was raped by his own cabbage. Looking at the way Ah Huan looked at the boy, it is obvious that the boy opposite is the one who was raped. one.

Under the lamp, He Qinghuan's facial features and eyes were painted softly by the goose yellow lamp, and his pupils seemed to be splashed with ink.

The possession hidden inside is quietly lurking, like a dozing hunter, seemingly careless, but always paying attention to all the creatures around who may spy on him.

He Qinghuan was washing the dishes and told Gu Wang to go to bed first, it was past ten o'clock.

He Qinghuan thought that the other party would stay.

After a while, there was no movement behind him, he turned his head, and there was no one in sight.

"..."

After taking a shower, Gu Wang wore the new pajamas that his aunt put on the bed. While brushing his teeth, he looked at the person in the mirror, which was covered with a thin layer of water mist.

Gu Wang brushed his teeth absent-mindedly, watching new scenes slowly appear in the mirror.

- When Gu Wang first moved into He Qinghuan's house, he still lived in the guest room. He Qinghuan lived in his previous room. He Qinghuan helped Gu Wang wash up, said good night, and took the door out.

There is no other behavior.

Seeing "myself", Gu Wang snorted and fell asleep angrily.

In the early hours of the morning, the door was pushed open, and the lights outside the corridor were not turned on. Gu Wang saw He Qinghuan in the hazy night that came in through the window.

The room was dark, He Qinghuan squatted beside the bed, his fingers slowly slid down along the face of the person on the bed, stopped at the chin, lifted it up slightly, then leaned over and kissed it.

Perhaps it was awakened, or the movement in the room disturbed the sleeping person, causing Gu Wang to wake up.

He saw He Qinghuan froze first, then wanted to hide, not because he was afraid, but because of his subconscious.

The opponent's dodging action obviously made He Qinghuan feel uncomfortable, He Qinghuan frowned slightly, passed his hand behind his head, and held the back of Gu Wang's head, preventing the opponent from trying to escape.

The windows were not closed tightly.

The wind passed through the balcony, drilled into the window, and swayed the curtains slightly.

The wind blew into the room and onto the faces of the two of them, He Qinghuan's eyes gradually regained clarity, and the possessive desire that had arisen was slowly suppressed again.

Gu Wang's collar was crooked during the movement and slipped to one side. He Qinghuan lowered his eyes and straightened the collar for the other party. When he withdrew his hand, he squeezed Gu Wang's face, "Good night, look."

Gu Wang looked at himself who was powerless and could only stretch out his hand to look at He Qinghuan who was pushing He Qinghuan as if he wanted to refuse, blood color spread from his face to his fingertips, even his nails were flushed.

He washed his face carelessly, turned off the light, and lay down on the bed.

A few minutes later, he sat up and looked at the door. After a long time, he got out of bed and locked the door.

Don't be afraid of [-], just be afraid of what happens.

The evening breeze outside the window is gentle, the light gray curtains are not completely closed, the moonlight shines in through the gaps between the fabrics, and the room is quiet and peaceful.

Gu Wang sleeps well, he doesn't kick the quilt randomly, He Qinghuan has always known it.

And sleep deeply, usually won't wake up, unless really disturbed severely.

He Qinghuan came in with a key, and he had spare keys for all the rooms in the villa except He Zhiyan's master bedroom.

Gu Wang would lock the door, which he did not expect.

Gu Wang's hair is soft and scattered on the pillow, and he is extraordinarily obedient when he sleeps, his usual flamboyant energy can hardly be seen when he sleeps.

He Qinghuan knelt on one knee beside the man's bed.

He reached out and brushed away the hair blocking Gu Wang's eyes.

Maybe it was a little itchy, Gu Wang stretched out his hand to open He Qinghuan's hand, and turned his head to the side.

He Qinghuan leaned slightly, turned Gu Wang's head back, Gu Wang rubbed against himself, and almost crashed into He Qinghuan's arms.

He didn't want to do anything to Gu Wang.

Unless the other party delivers it to their door.

But the relationship between the two seems to have not been established yet, and he seems to have not caught up with anyone yet.

He Qinghuan lowered his eyes, helped Gu Wang twist the corner of the quilt, and was about to get up and close the open window.

The darker the night, the cooler it gets.

Just as he was about to stand up, He Qinghuan's hand was pulled.

He Qinghuan drooped his eyes, Gu Wang woke up, but not fully awake, his eyes were dazed and steamy, he probably didn't realize who the person appeared in the room.

Gu Wang's mind was completely dazed, he hadn't fallen asleep, and when someone came into the room, he was about to wake up in a daze.

But his mind was still confused.

His hand was taken off, and the person next to the bed wanted to leave.

Gu Wang was startled for a moment, he got up and hugged He Qinghuan's waist, the person being hugged froze, Gu Wang was stunned, his consciousness was controlled by his body.

He looked up, his voice was hoarse after waking up, like soft feathers teasing people.

"Ah Huan, won't you give me a hug?"

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