Once they hit each other, they will rely on you!

It was already eleven o'clock when Shang Peng packed himself and Wu Xing and washed the clothes to hang out.

Originally, Shang Peng didn't want to care about Wu Xing, but he tasted too much alcohol.Shang Peng was afraid that his sofa would be stained with his alcohol, so he had to give him a little shower, and then changed into his own clothes.

Besides, Wu Xing was in a state of extreme comfort during the time he was being served, which made Shang Peng grit his teeth hard to resist the urge to pinch him awake.

It's fine for you to be so fucking drunk, vomit and fall down, and I have to work hard to clean you up from head to toe.

After putting Wu Xing on the sofa and covering him with a thin blanket, Shang Peng finally returned to the big bed in his bedroom.

It's really tiring to come down this night.Not long after, Shang Peng fell asleep.

……

At three o'clock in the morning, Wu Xing, who was lying on the sofa, felt the urge to urinate again. He opened his dazed eyes, and Wu Xing found the toilet accurately by touching the wall, but he urinated without opening the toilet lid. go up...

Just after urinating, there was a foul smell, Wu Xing hurriedly backed out, and closed the door wittily by the way.

Because Shang Peng's home is also furnished with two bedrooms and one living room, and Shang Peng's room happens to be in the same direction as Wu Xing's room.So Wu Xing, who thought it was his own home, could easily find Shang Peng's room with his eyes closed.

Shang Peng usually lives alone, so the door is basically not locked, which gave Wu Xing a great opportunity.

He came to the bed with his eyes still closed, and lay down directly on it.

The soft and comfortable big bed is not comparable to the hard sofa. Wu Xing let out a satisfied sigh as soon as he touched the bed.

Lying next to Shang Peng, the familiar smell entered Wu Xing's nose again. In a haze, he hugged the person beside him and slipped into Shang Peng's arms.

It smells so good, a smile appeared on the corner of Wu Xing's mouth, it turns out that my mother is still by my side, it's so good...

At seven o'clock in the morning, the dazzling sunlight came in from the window and shone on Shang Peng's eyelids.

After a few blinks, Shang Peng woke up.When he was about to get up, he found that his right arm was being pillowed.

Take a closer look, hey, I'm going, when did this guy run on my bed!

Because of being spat all over by him last night, Shang Peng's actions can be described as rude.With a twitch of his arm, Wu Xing, who was soundly asleep, was woken up.

Obviously, this master was even more confused about the situation.Wu Xing rubbed his eyes and muttered, "Mom, what are you doing? There is no class this weekend! Just let me sleep for a while."

"I'm not your mother!"

If you admit your mistake when you are drunk, you will also admit your mistake. Why do you still call yourself mother when you are sober?Shang Peng couldn't help but grab Wu Xing's arm and lifted him up, which made him completely awake.

For a moment, big eyes stared at small eyes.

Wu Xing stared at him blankly for a long while, but couldn't help but yelled, then kicked Shang Peng off the bed, and asked him loudly: "What the hell! Tell me, why are you on my bed, sir?" , did you pay the rent?!"

This indiscriminate questioning really shocked Shang Peng for [-] seconds. After a moment of hesitation, Shang Peng was really angry. He grabbed Wu Xing's wrist and forced his head to hang in the room. After turning around for a while, he let go, frowned and said, "See clearly, whose room is this!"

Huh...it doesn't seem to be my broken house.

After realizing this fact, Wu Xing felt guilty instantly, "I...how could I be here with you?"

Seeing that Wu Xing had finally returned to normal, Shang Peng rubbed his brows and said, "I accidentally bumped into you last night, but you were drunk and couldn't wake up, so I brought you here temporarily .”

Shang Peng said four words, but Wu Xing only heard four words, that is - hit me.

After a second of sluggishness, Wu Xing fell onto the bed with lightning speed, huddled into a ball, and shouted loudly, "Grass, I said why my whole body hurts, it turned out that I was hit by you." !It's over, it's over...I can't do it anymore, I can't get up, I'm about to die, I'm going to die..."

This play is well acted, just one word - fake!

If Wu Xing hadn't kicked Shang Peng down just now with the face of a villain, his cry at this moment might still have some credibility.

Shang Peng looked at him like a monkey, and then said a few words coldly, "It was hit by a bicycle."

"...Bicycle?" Wu Xing opened his eyes wide, and then asked in disbelief, "How is that possible?" Looking at the decoration of his house, this soft big bed, it can't be a person riding a bicycle, at least it has to be a motorcycle car.

As if knowing what Wu Xing was thinking, Shang Peng said again, "I exercise by bicycle."

"Then..." Wu Xing was even less confident, with a stern look on his face, "That also hit me, you have to be responsible..."

That's the point.Shang Peng said, "How are you responsible?"

"Well, you have to take me to the hospital, in case there is a concussion or something... Timely detection and timely treatment."

"Yes." Shang Peng nodded, "I was negligent last night."

After the two discussed it, they planned to set off.

Only then did Wu Xing realize that what he was wearing was not the clothes he wore last night.In an instant, Wu Xing was furious, "Where are my clothes? Tell me, did you see that my clothes are valuable and secretly sold them to me!"

"..."

Two street stalls worth less than one hundred yuan are too hard to be used as rags.This time, Shang Peng was completely shocked by Wu Xing's stingy appearance.

After telling Wu Xing everything about last night verbatim, and taking him to see the dried clothes, Wu Xing believed that Shang Peng did not covet his money.

After changing into his clothes, the first thing Wu Xing did was to touch his pocket, only to find that it was empty.

The hand of suspicion reached out to Shang Peng again, Wu Xing squinted at him, "Where is the 20 yuan in my pocket?"

"Are you sure it's twenty?" Shang Peng said indifferently.

Wu Xing was a little embarrassed when he tried to deceive but failed, "...Maybe."

Hearing this, Shang Peng stretched out his hand behind his back.A piece of ten yuan, a piece of five yuan, and three coins lay quietly in his palm, which was 18 yuan.

Wu Xing is probably the only one who dares to blatantly invite someone to a bar with 18 yuan in his pocket.

Wu Xing quickly took the money and stuffed it into his pocket, pretending to cough twice, "Well... let's go."

Shang Peng didn't expose him, but there was a funny smile in his eyes, and he nodded.

"Well, let me wash my face."

However, Shang Peng's face turned completely black the moment he entered the bathroom. He grabbed someone who was innocently poking his head in, and asked through gritted teeth, "What did you do?"

"...What are you talking about?" Wu Xing pretended to be confused, but he kept shrinking back, obviously trying to avoid the smell.

What the hell, he really bumped into an ancestor and came back!

Shang Peng threw Wu Xing out rudely, opened the window impatiently, and mopped the toilet seat several times with a mop before giving up.

Wu Xing stood outside the door, watching him busily wipe, change the water, wipe again, and look at his abnormally clean clothes after washing, suddenly felt that something in his heart was deeply touched.

It's a long-lost feeling, it's the feeling of being taken care of.