obedient lover

At this moment, An Nuo's mood was very complicated.

His eyes swept over some lovely M1Bs kneeling on the ground, and the man on the table with gauze wrapped around half his face but with welt marks all over his body. The false smile on his mouth could no longer be maintained.

Zhuo Fan, are you going too far...

You fucking went to the nightclub to find a man not long after I died...

If I had known you would be like this, when I escaped from the hospital, I should have chopped off your bird eggs!

Anyway, I was in the hospital at that time, so I wouldn't kill Zhuo Fan. Now that I saw Zhuo Fan's face, An Nuo didn't feel the joy of reunion, but wanted to punch his head off.

He was so angry that his breathing and mood were very, very, very difficult.

Zhuo Fan, you are finished...

"Sir, do you have any questions?" The question was very polite, but the expression suddenly became indifferent.

Zhuo Fan frowned, and after looking at An Nuo's face, he slowly let him go.

When the two of them saw this, their eyes flashed with surprise.

When he came out to play with Zhuo Fan before, Zhuo Fan would not take a second look at the people who approached him.

Sometimes when he is annoyed, he will kick him directly, regardless of whether the other party is a man or a woman, or whether he can bear his kick.

Zhuo Fan took the initiative to grab someone else's hand and stared at the other person for so long. This was the first time they had seen each other.

Everyone around knows that Zhuo Fan has only Xia An, but they heard that Zhuo Fan and Xia An broke up not long ago.

Seeing that Zhuo Fan was in a particularly bad mood recently, he didn't come out for a long time. Now they still coaxed Zhuo Fan over by using the gimmick of torturing Xie Song.

But after Zhuo Fan came, he sat on the side without saying a word. Occasionally, Xie Song on the table was tortured so much that he raised his eyebrows a little.

Is it really because Xia An's kid dumped Zhuo Fan, so Zhuo Fan is depressed?

"He can't drink, let him go." Zhuo Fan knew the habits of Han Lin and the others. They were all children from rich families.

He didn't know why he came out to stop him, maybe it was because the temperament in front of him was very similar to An Nuo, or maybe it was because he had the same stomach problems as An Nuo, so he was meddling in his own business.

"Why is he leaving?" Han Lin said, standing up gracefully, and pulling up the man in black beside him, "Zhao Wen and I will go to Room 2 to find someone else to play with. You can do whatever you want."

The man in black named Zhao Wen got up from the sofa along Han Lin, and he quickly understood what Han Lin meant, and said with a smile: "It's too rare, let's go, we can't sweep away Zhuo Fan who only came once in a hundred years." interest."

When passing by An Nuo, Zhao Wen even came up to him and joked: "Baby, Zhuo Fan doesn't speak for others easily. I'm optimistic about you, you will definitely be able to climb into Zhuo's bed successfully."

Seeing this, the M1Bs on the ground bent over and stood up one after another, and followed Zhao Wen and the others out.

Xie Song on the table also struggled to get up slowly, picked up the clothes on the ground with trembling hands, and turned out of the box step by step.

An Nuo looked at his figure, feeling very familiar in his heart, but because the other person's face was covered with gauze, he couldn't tell who this person was for a while.

He was not in the mood to distinguish, because his consciousness was all concentrated on Zhuo Fan.

Zhuo Fan sat back on the sofa, squeezed the Jingming acupoint tiredly, and didn't look at An Nuo again.

In fact, he wanted to stay alone, so he didn't want to stop Zhao Wen and Han Lin from leaving.

He was about to ask An Nuo to go out too, but the words were stuck on his lips, and he didn't speak out.

He didn't know why, but the people standing beside him gave him an extremely familiar feeling, so familiar that they seemed to have met somewhere before, familiar enough to bring him an indescribable... peace of mind.

It's fucking weird.

An Nuo stood aside and looked at Zhuo Fan's lonely side face, pursing his lips, Zhuo Fan didn't seem as happy as he imagined.

Deserve it.

"Do you need wine?" Although he was asking for Zhuo Fan's opinion, An Nuo had already stepped to the table and brought the wine on the wine plate to Zhuo Fan.

An Nuo held the tray for a long time, but Zhuo Fan ignored it, until his hands were so sore that he could hardly hold the wine tray, the other party moved a little, took the bottle of wine on it, opened the bottle, didn't drink it, and didn't drink it. not talking.

"The name of this bottle of wine is lover." An Nuo looked up at Zhuo Fan's face, and his pleasant voice was extraordinarily gentle, "It's fresh in the mouth, strong in the throat, but tasteless in the aftertaste. The reason why I didn't become a lover , because once the freshness and love period is over, the feeling will be completely gone.”

After listening to his words, Zhuo Fan took a sip.

Indeed, as An Nuo said, the smell of the wine dissipated after passing through the throat, like plain water without any remaining energy.

He suddenly remembered the early morning of An Nuo's accident, An Nuo asked himself what he thought of him, and he answered An Nuo with two words: lover.

A lover who gets tired of playing and throws away.

That's why An Nuo got angry. An Nuo ran away on his motorcycle. An Nuo lay in his arms and never opened his eyes again. He didn't say a word to himself...

So he doesn't want to be himself...

Zhuo Fan's eyes suddenly turned red. He closed his eyes, poured a bottle of wine into his mouth, and smashed the bottle aside. The glass shards spilled all over the floor, and some of them splashed at An Nuo's feet. nearly cut him.

"Sir, are you in a bad mood?" Anuo's mouth curled into a very faint smile, look, no matter whether Zhuo Fan admits it or not, even if he loses his original appearance, Zhuo Fan's emotions are still easily pulled by him walk.

"It's none of your business whether I'm in a good mood or not." Zhuo Fan's tone became extremely irritable, and he wanted to cry in discomfort, but he didn't want to show his emotions because there were outsiders around.

But he didn't want to let the other party go. The word "you" used by the other party was the one used by An Nuo to him...

"It's none of my business." An Nuo said indifferently, while opening a second bottle of wine for Zhuo Fan, he changed the subject and asked, "Sir, do you like dandelions?"

Zhuo Fan opened his eyes suddenly, and turned his head to look at An Nuo.

"Dandelion petals fell on your clothes." Anuo moved his eyes to Zhuo Fan's clothes, then looked up at Zhuo Fan with a gentle smile, "I like dandelions too."

At that moment, Zhuo Fan felt that the smile in front of him seemed to overlap with the lover in his heart. The arc of his lips and the unpredictable emotions in his eyes almost drove him crazy.

It's the effect of alcohol, isn't he a little drunk...

"You...why do you like dandelions?" After a long silence, Zhuo Fan opened his mouth.

An Nuo naturally handed the second bottle of wine to Zhuo Fan, who did not refuse.

"Because it never stays." Under the illumination of the white light in the room, Anuo's brown eyes are like beautiful and dazzling amber, "Do whatever you want."

After getting such an answer, Zhuo Fan couldn't help holding the wine bottle harder and harder, and the whitening of the bones was particularly obvious.

Afterwards, he withdrew his strength as if discouraged, and the scarlet in his eyes became more and more obvious.

When he put the wine bottle into his mouth, he couldn't help but smile, then raised his head and poured the wine in the bottle into his mouth.

Sip after sip, bottle after bottle.

The sorrow was stronger than the wine in the bottle, burning his throat sorely.

Good one never stays...

Annuo, do you fucking know, we were almost there, we could start over...

Why didn't you turn back all of a sudden and left Lao Tzu behind?

An Nuo squatted aside, quietly admiring Zhuo Fan's sexy Adam's apple sliding under the light.

Youjiu slid all the way to here along his strong chin, like a snake bewitching Eve, luring An Nuo to slowly raise his hand and touch it lightly.

The liquid spread on his white fingertips, and he looked up at Zhuo Fan who closed his eyes to get drunk, and his beautiful pupils instantly enlarged.

Is the warm liquid standing on Zhuo Fan's eyelashes tears...

Zhuo Fan cried...why did Zhuo Fan cry...

"Brother Fan..." An Nuo raised his hand and grabbed Zhuo Fan's hand, grabbed the wine bottle in a panic, and threw it on the ground.

The bottle rolled down several times on the floor, leaving a large stain on the carpet from the undrunk liquid inside.

The body of the bottle collided with other empty bottles, making a crisp sound.

When Zhuo Fan heard such a familiar address in a daze, his body froze immediately.

He slowly raised his eyelids in disbelief, and met An Nuo's gaze.

In the chaos, the figure in front of him was sometimes blurred and sometimes clear, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't focus.

"What did you call me?" Zhuo Fan didn't want to be entangled in this anymore, he raised his hand and grabbed An Nuo's shoulder, and asked anxiously in a drunken voice, "Call me again!"

"Brother Fan." Anuo repeated obediently.

Zhuo Fan's pupils trembled slightly in his pupils, and he timidly and sadly read out the name he had called countless times in the past few days, "An...nuo..."