They're said to be fucking gay in all seriousness.

At ten o'clock, Shen Qiucheng was woken up by the tireless call.

Shen Qiucheng closed his eyes and touched the bedside table for a long time, then he heard a hoarse "Hello?"

"Happy Chinese New Year, Qiucheng!" It was Li Chunzhong.

"En." Shen Qiucheng was half asleep and half awake, slurring his speech, "Happy Chinese New Year..."

"What the hell? Are you still up?"

"Um……"

Li Chunzhong was very speechless, "I didn't dare to call you last night for fear of affecting your rest, and you went to bed late after doing it for a long time?"

"Um……"

When Yan Quan heard the sound, he sighed dissatisfiedly and then hummed.

Yan Quan's voice was neither loud nor soft, but it was very close to the microphone, and Li Chunzhong could hear it clearly—as if he had learned some shocking secret, he shouted: "Qiu Cheng...is there someone beside you?"

"Well, there is..."

"Damn it! Did you sleep together yesterday? Big news! Who is it?" Li Chunzhong couldn't control his excitement at all.

"Yan Quan is here..." Shen Qiucheng was dazed and didn't know what he was answering.

When Li Chunzhong heard this name, he almost exploded, and Yan Quan was half awake in shock when his cry penetrated the phone.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Don't scare me when it's Chinese New Year! Why do you sleep with him?!! Ahhhh Qiucheng you you you you you! !!Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh..."

Yan Quan narrowed his eyes slowly, and said in a low voice that was still not completely awake, but filled with anger, "Who the hell is this startled idiot?"

Volunteer?Distressed?

Ha ha ha ha ha……

Shen Qiucheng couldn't wake up from Li Chunzhong's wailing and howling. Instead of answering Li Chunzhong, he frowned slightly and stared at Yan Quan, "Can you stop pressing me down? You don't have a damn pillow yourself?"

"No, the pillow is not as soft or fragrant as yours..." Yan Quan closed his eyes, found a more comfortable position on Shen Qiucheng's body, hugged him tightly, and slept peacefully.

Li Chunzhong was already scorched on the outside and tender on the inside, "Qiu Cheng, why did you fall into his trap!"

"What and what, where are you thinking?" Shen Qiucheng took a long time to pull out his arms and thighs that were numbed by Yan Quan's pressure, and sat on the side of the bed, "It's just sleeping, nothing happened."

The two chatted for a few more words and hung up the phone.

Yan Quan hummed again, Shen Qiucheng turned his head, Yan Quan was hugging his pillow and buried his face, rubbing left and right, reluctantly.

Shen Qiucheng really didn't know whether to laugh or cry. After regaining consciousness in his arms and legs, he went to the bathroom to wash up, changed into a set of home clothes, closed the bedroom door and went downstairs.

Pan Tuo sat on the sofa and read the newspaper, Shen Xianxia carefully looked at the pot of orchids that Yan Quan brought yesterday, Pan Duoduo and Shen Bengbeng ran after them.

"Happy Chinese New Year, sister, brother-in-law, it's so early." Shen Qiucheng walked over with a smile on his face, Pan Tuo and Shen Qianxia immediately stopped what they were doing, and looked at him with tangled faces.

As soon as he sat on the sofa, Pan Duoduo knelt down and kowtowed to him, shouting joyfully, "Little uncle, Happy Chinese New Year!"

Shen Qiucheng picked up Pan Duoduo and sat on his lap, took out the red envelope and stuffed it into Pan Duoduo's little hand, Pan Duoduo's eyes opened and he danced.

Shen Qiucheng smiled in a good mood, took the fruit plate that was placed on the coffee table last night, peeled an apple, and fed Pan Duoduo mouthful with a spoon.

During the whole process, apart from Shen Bengbeng yelling twice, Pan Tuo and Shen Xianxia were both hesitant to speak and stared at Shen Qiucheng.

Shen Qiucheng suddenly felt that the atmosphere was a bit weird, and he casually raised his eyes to look at the two, "What's wrong with you?"

Pan Tuo and Shen Xianxia looked at each other, Shen Xianxia finally couldn't help it, cleared her throat, "You..." Just as she uttered a word, footsteps sounded upstairs, looking up, Shen Xianxia fell down Take a breath.

Yan Quan's thighs were bare, his black hair was messy, his shirt was wrinkled, with only one button, and his neckline was crooked. He was yawning sleepily, and he looked very happy.

Shen Qiucheng also looked over, and frowned, "Can you stop playing hooligans early in the morning, there are ladies here, can you be more careful?"

"Oh, I didn't expect there to be so many people." Yan Quan smiled slightly, raised his long eyebrows, and before turning around to go upstairs, he said, "Even if I want to play hooligans, I will only play tricks on you."

What is thunder from the ground?

Shen Xianxia and Pan Tuo looked at Shen Qiucheng with dark faces.

Shen Qiucheng continued to feed Pan Duoduo apples, and glanced at the two of them, "Why are you looking at me with that look..."

Shen Xianxia folded her arms around her chest and glared, "Don't you have any explanation?"

"You really are..." Shen Qiucheng shook his head, "It's too easy to think wildly."

Shen Xianxia shot up at the table, spinning around in anger, her face flushed, "Are we thinking wildly? You know that on the first day of the new year, when you pushed open your door, I saw you and Yan Quan rolled in the same bed, hugging each other Sleeping with a sweet face, does that feel like eating shit? Do you understand, do you understand?"

"You have a sweet face..." Shen Qiucheng stopped feeding Pan Duoduo's spoon, "Where are these things?"

"It's okay, it's not sweet." Shen Xianxia leaned on the back of the sofa and pointed at the stairs angrily, "What happened just now? What kind of shape did Yan Quan have? He came out of your room! From your bed Come down!" The voice suddenly became sharp, "If you say that you two have nothing wrong with you, the devil won't believe it!"

"..." Shen Qiucheng's expression changed, he really couldn't wash himself off by jumping into the Yellow River.

"Stop yelling when it's Chinese New Year." Pan Tuo turned back to pull Shen Xianxia, ​​"You don't know who Qiu Cheng is? You don't have confidence in him? Anyone who is confused can't be confused, so you can relax, my wife. "

"Of course I'm worried about my brother, but I'm worried about Yan Quan! Just tell me what he can't do?"

Pan Tuo pulled Shen Xianxia to sit beside him, and said in a low voice, "Don't say it's okay, even if something happens, it's a private matter between the two of them, and they're both adults, why are you messing around with me?"

"Then it's Yan Quan!" Shen Qianxia widened her eyes and wanted to jump again.

Then a low-alcohol and sexy voice proudly sounded from behind—"What do you want me to do?"

Shen Qianxia gritted her teeth and turned her head. Yan Quan had already tidied up the person looking like a dog, and Yushu came down the stairs gracefully in the wind.

Yan Quan raised his eyebrows, followed everyone's gaze towards the tea table, grabbed the remote control and turned on the TV, turned around and put three pillows on the reclining chair of the sofa, reclining lazily, yawning Turning the station aimlessly, the aura seemed to be that he was the owner of this house, and he didn't have the slightest attitude of being a guest.

Shen Xianxia was almost dizzy by Yan Quan's calm and shameless virtue, and ran to the kitchen to cook in a rage, chopping the chopping board loudly.

Shen Qiucheng held Pan Duoduo in his arms and was also watching TV. He suddenly tuned to a channel and stopped Yan Quan, "Hey, don't tune it over and over again, just watch this."

"Bad cartoons, what's there to watch?" Yan Quan raised the remote control and tried to adjust it again.

"Don't turn it over and over again, that's all, I like it a lot."

Yan Quan tilted his head and glanced at Shen Qiucheng. Although he didn't like the station, he didn't adjust it again. He threw the remote control on the coffee table, turned over, turned his back, closed his eyes and rested.

After watching TV for a few minutes, Shen Xianxia suddenly opened the kitchen door and shouted towards the living room: "Qiu Cheng! Qiu Cheng! Come here! I can't cook this spicy crab! Come here!"

"Oh." Shen Qiucheng responded, put down Pan Duoduo, patted her head, and walked into the kitchen.

Yan Quan opened his eyes suddenly, propped himself up, leaned on the sofa, looked at Shen Qiucheng's back, and slightly bent the corners of his mouth.

Pan Tuo was peeling oranges for Pan Duoduo, he was stunned at this scene.

What the fuck is Yan Quan's expression...

In his opinion, it was extremely frightening that Yan Quan would show such an expression.

Pan Tuo looked back at Shen Qiucheng meaningfully, these two people... Could it be... Really... No way...

After Shen Qiucheng put the fresh hairy crabs into the steamer, he cut the ginger slices. Shen Qianxia approached Shen Qiucheng mysteriously, and asked in a low voice, "Did you come here by yourself?"

Shen Qiucheng shrugged, but did not answer.

"Did you two celebrate New Year's Eve yesterday?"

Shen Qiucheng let out a casual "hmm".

"Garbage at the door, you set off fireworks?"

Shen Qiucheng continued, "Yes."

"Yan Quan's family, are you going to come and go during the Chinese New Year? You can't fry the pot at home? What is he thinking about?"

"Who knows." Shen Qiucheng raised his arm and took a small box containing traditional Chinese medicine from the seasoning cabinet.

"Don't blame my sister for being long-winded. I'm really worried about you. It always gives me the feeling that a sheep is in the mouth of a tiger. My poor brother, whoever provoked who."

Shen Qiucheng smiled at Shen Xianxia.

"What are you cooking porridge for at noon?" Shen Xianxia was puzzled.

"Eat it." Shen Qiucheng opened the pot of porridge and threw a handful of wolfberries.

After a few minutes, Shen Xianxia still couldn't help asking the most important point: "How did he get on your bed?"

"Drill yourself." Shen Qiucheng washed his hands.

Shen Xianxia glanced at the living room, with a dazed expression on her face, and said to herself: "What's wrong with this world——"

Shen Qiucheng came out with a plate of spicy chicken nuggets, and bursts of applause came from the living room, accompanied by Pan Duoduo's screams of surprise.

Shen Qiucheng walked over for a while and saw that Yan Quan was sitting on the carpet leaning against the sofa, showing off his handiwork in a radiant spirit, dazzled by tinkering with two sets of tea sets that had been dusty for a long time, which made Pan Duoduo stunned for a moment, and admiration for him spontaneously arose .

Even Pan Tuo agreed, "Young Master Yan, you've been really good these two times, really."

"It's Yan Quan." Yan Quan corrected him while pouring tea.

……

"Mr. Yan, why don't you pour the bottom of the tea?"

"It's Yan Quan."

……

Shen Qiucheng shook his head and returned to the kitchen.

Yan Quan was pouring tea, and out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of Shen Bengbeng, the annoying little goblin, who quietly jumped onto the coffee table, raised one hind leg, and made a gesture of defecation towards the orchid Yan Quan gave to Shen Qiucheng.

In an instant, cracks appeared on Yan Quan's exquisite face, and he jumped up quickly, reaching out his hand to cover Shen Bengbeng's cock, and at the same time, Shen Bengbeng's tense muscles were released...

So, there was a clatter, a clatter...

Yan Quan's eyes suddenly flashed an invisible collapse.

His most precious finger, the hand playing the piano, arranging flowers, calligraphy, and making tea, is now covered, neither dry nor wet, smelling so pungent, black and yellow——

dog poop...

Pan Tuo and Pan Duoduo were collectively dumbfounded.

Shen Bengbeng was very happy, wagging his tail, jumped off the coffee table, and ran away happily.

Yan Quan stared at his hand dumbfounded, motionless.

Pan Tuo patted Pan Duoduo's butt lightly, looked towards the kitchen, and quickly asked Pan Duoduo to bring rescuers.

Pan Duoduo immediately came holding Shen Qiucheng's hand.

"What's the matter?" Shen Qiucheng had just finished asking when he smelled the smell of feces. He poked his head around and was stunned for a moment, then looked at Yan Quan's dull and dark face, and was so soft that he was about to cry. The son is fierce and wants to kill people, and the changing situation is like acting in a movie.

The corner of Shen Qiucheng's mouth couldn't help but a slight smile escaped, "Go wash it up."

He wiped the coffee table with a rag, got up and saw Yan Quan still standing there stupidly.

Maybe it was disgusting, after all, I was peed yesterday and pulled today...

After thinking for a while, he raised his hand, held Yan Quan's wrist, pulled it all the way to the bathroom, turned on the faucet, and put Yan Quan's palm under the water to flush.

After rinsing for 2 minutes, the warm water still flowed on the surface, but Shen Qiucheng had no choice but to take someone's toothbrush on the washstand, swirled it around his fingertips, and used the brush to help him shave.

Slowly, gently, without haste——

An itchy touch brushed against Yan Quan's palm. Yan Quan stared blankly at Shen Qiucheng's side face, his brows and eyelashes were lowered, and his delicate eyes. He was obviously not emotional, but Yan Quan felt that his expression was very vivid at this moment. .

Time and space are staggered, and flowers bloom undefeatedly.

Withdrew his hand suddenly, snatched the toothbrush from Shen Qiucheng's hand, leaned slightly and brushed vigorously, his black hair smoothed down, covering his entire expression.

"Why are you doing it so hard?" Shen Qiucheng looked at Yan Quan's movements, "You'll lose a layer of skin in a while."

"What the hell do you care about me? I'm willing to work hard!" Yan Quan growled.

Shen Qiucheng shrugged indifferently, "Then you can do it here yourself, remember to wash it clean and eat." Turning around to open the door, when his fingers were about to touch the handle, Yan Quan's voice seemed to float——

"Don't fucking go!"

Shen Qiucheng frowned slightly and turned his head.

"If you dare to take another step, I'll fucking set your house on fire, killing your sister, brother-in-law, niece, and that damn dog outside! You know I'm not scaring you, I always do what I say! "Yan Quan's blood was about to burst out.

Shen Qiucheng put his hands in his pockets, leaned back against the bathroom door, and looked at Yan Quan's back expressionlessly, "You fucking want to make trouble again, don't you?"

Yan Quan still lowered his head, did not speak, quickly finished scraping the shit, rubbed it carefully with hand sanitizer three times, shook off the water drops, and stood there.

"What exactly do you want?" Shen Qiucheng shouted, "Speak!"

Time stood still for a long time, Yan Quan turned around slowly, took two steps, opened his arms, and gently inserted them into Shen Qiucheng's waist, his fingers gradually closed, tightly gripping his clothes.

Shen Qiucheng could even hear his slight panting, and whispered in his ear, "What the hell am I trying to do? Hmm?"

Shen Qiucheng frowned, and raised his hand to push Yan Quan away, but as if the other party had predicted it, he exerted more force on his hand, and his joints gradually became abrupt and white.

A kiss fell lightly on Shen Qiucheng's neck, it was fleeting, and then he licked it carefully and lingeringly a few times.

Nima seems to be bouncing...

It feels really weird...

"What do you think?" Yan Quan asked softly.

"I don't need to guess at all." Shen Qiucheng said, "That's all you can think about, simple and rude, nothing more than wanting to fuck me."

"You really got it wrong this time."

"Oh?" Shen Qiucheng raised his eyebrows.

Shen Qiucheng actually heard a hint of pleading in Yan Quan's lowered voice, three words that he couldn't speak, and his teeth trembled when he heard it, inexplicable, unbelievable, even a little creepy——

"hug me."