Turn the sun into old age

It was almost ten o'clock when we got home, and Qing Chen was humming a song, not to mention how happy he was. Thinking of the small whimpers and moans he made when he pressed the flower genitals against the corner of the wall to kiss just now, it almost made him want to groan * up.

Fortunately, in the end, rationality defeated those miscellaneous thoughts in my mind, and then reluctantly sent him home.

And right now, as soon as he entered the door, he saw his elder brother sitting motionless holding a newspaper on the sofa in the brightly lit hall. He still had the pair of gold-rimmed glasses on his nose, and he looked like a man under the light. A gentle scum.

"I'm back." Hearing the sound of the door opening, Qing Hongyu slowly folded the newspaper and put it on the coffee table. When he turned his head and saw the expression on his silly brother's eyebrows, he instantly understood what happened.

He raised the corner of his lips and chuckled: "Have you caught up?"

"It's more than that!" Qing Chenyi maintained a passionate mood all the way, and finally found someone to talk to at this time, and immediately threw himself on the sofa, muttering like Sichun: "How can there be such a good girl in the world?" What about people? It’s as soft as a candy bar, making you panic as soon as you leave him, wishing he could turn into a little doll and carry it around in your pocket.”

This state is much more intoxicating than ordinary people's yearning for spring, and those who listen to it are sore.

Qing Hongyu raised his slender eyes and gave him a sideways glance, and said speechlessly, "Now you have your heart tied to him, so don't be stage frightened when his brother comes to you."

When he said that Qing Chen thought of Hua Gua's paranoid elder brother, he immediately became angry: "A brother like him who is also worthy of being Hua Gua is a pervert!"

"That's much more legitimate than yours." Qing Hongyu said.

Qing Chenyi was immediately discouraged, and looked up at him displeasedly: "Which side are you from?"

Qing Hongyu raised his slender hand to his lips and yawned. He stood up and was about to go upstairs, "It's not from either side. You'll have to make up for the mess you made yourself sooner or later."

"You are really my brother."

Qing Chenyi sighed, seeing him go upstairs and close the door to rest, he also went upstairs to take a bath happily, lay on the bed and started sending messages to Hua Gentian.

I like you: [Are you asleep? 】

There was a quick reply.

Xiaoguaiguai: [Get ready to sleep. 】

Like you: [Then I won't bother you, good night]

I like you: [Meme.JPG]

Xiaoguaiguai: [Well, good night. 】

Lying on the bed, Qing Chen looked at the note he had set for Hua Gentian, and the more he looked at it, the more beautiful he felt, and the more he felt that every word Hua Gentian sent was soft and obedient, making him wish he could run to find him now.

But the excitement is the excitement, and I still have to sleep.

In order to calm himself down, Qing Chen started the detective game that he hadn't played for a long time.

Huajiu's side showed that he was online 1 minute ago, and Qing Chenyi quickly sent him a message by taking chances.

Don't care who I am: [Brother, I'm in love!I caught up! ! ! 】

As expected, he didn't return there for a long time, and Hua Jiu didn't go online again.

But Qing Chen was buried in joy, but suddenly felt that this netizen's name seemed familiar.

By coincidence, he substituted this net name and the name of Huajiao, and found that it was really similar, except for the extra cursive prefix, and he didn't know if the word Huajiu had any meaning.

But according to Huajiao's personality, how could it be possible to play games? He was studying hard with his books all day long, and he couldn't get along with these at all.

So Qing Chen didn't delve into the matter, and after he didn't get a reply, he turned off the phone and covered it with a quilt to go to Duke Zhou.

On the other side, the germina was curled up in the bed, but it didn't feel sleepy.

Too many things happened today, and his calm and empty mind was filled with all kinds of evil thoughts.

The fiery touch on his lips seemed to have not subsided, as if the deep magnetic voice was still whispering to him to be good.

The feeling of falling in love is like hiding a piece of soft candy in my heart, as long as I think of it, sweet juice will overflow.

But this rare tranquility and sweetness didn't last long. Just as he was gently clasping the warm pillow with his fingers, a burst of force suddenly pushed his door open.

"Master, he's already fallen asleep." The housekeeper's voice rang out from the door, but the door was shut.

The empty room was dark and quiet, Huajiao curled up in the bed and did not dare to move, vaguely felt that a person staggered to his bedside in the dark, and stretched out his hand to touch his head.

"Grass, are you asleep?"

Hua Yi's hoarse voice was accompanied by a smell of alcohol. Although he had just come back from the outside, his whole body was steaming, and Hua Yi lay down without daring to move.

In the next second, he took off his coat even more vigorously, opened the corner of the quilt and got in, pressed his hot chest against him and hugged him gently for a while.

Huajiao was stunned for a moment, her head was buzzing, and when she was about to move, she felt a pair of hands reaching down to grab his cold feet.

"Why is it so cold?" Hua Yi sighed to herself, and held the feet that were so cold as if they had just stepped on a circle of snow outside with her warm hands.

His body gradually warmed up, but Hua Yi's hands gradually became cold.

Huayi was buried in the bed and suddenly felt a little dazed. After Hua Yi was sure that he was hot all over, he turned out of the bed and squatted on the edge of the bed to tuck him in.

At this rare and tender moment, Hua Gua opened her eyes involuntarily, looked at Hua Yi's startled and slightly drunken expression, and asked in a low voice, "Have you been drinking?"

It seems that the usual concern is too rare, Hua Yi couldn't help being taken aback for a moment, and then responded in a low voice: "A little bit."

"Remember to drink sober soup." Hua Jia whispered this sentence, and then a burst of desire surged up in her heart to tell him the news that she and Qing Chen were together.

But at this time, the topic was almost provocative. After thinking about it for a long time, he still didn't bring it up, but added in a low voice: "Go to bed early, good night."

"Okay, good night." Hua Yi had a very shallow smile on his face, but it was obvious that he was very happy.

After all, nothing happened that night. After saying this, he went out gently and closed the door.

The blanket that had been cold just now was already warm, but Huajiao's heart was always cold and empty.

The joy that what happened today brought him so much that he almost forgot that his future destiny was already in Hua Yi's hands.

Although the current scene is so gentle and warm, it is like the calm sea on the surface, but there are horrors and waves that no one can imagine underneath.

The cold wind blew outside the window, and the originally dense branches of the trees were shaking and falling dead branches and leaves, and the bushes on the ground also picked up frost and hung cold dew in vain.