Mindful

Liang Cheng realized that Qiao Yuanlin was more than just drunk.

After getting him into the car and restraining him with the seat belt, he took out a small flashlight from the armrest box, opened Qiao Yuanlin's half-closed eyelids, and checked his pupils.

Well. "Qiao Yuanlin felt uncomfortable, blinked and blinked, "What are you doing. "

Liang Cheng was impatient and asked, "What kind of wine did you drink?"

Qiao Yuanlin thought for a while, the red one replied, "Red wine...and I also ate some salt and pepper cornflakes."

Liang Cheng started the car, the engine resounded throughout the noisy street, and anyone passing by could tell that the owner of the car was unhappy.He drove with one hand, pinched Qiao Yuanlin's wrist with the other hand, and counted his pulse within one minute.

Fortunately, it was within the normal fluctuation range, but Qiao Yuanlin was still hot all over, and twisted his body to stick it on the glass window.The phone vibrated and slipped out of his trouser pocket.

The caller showed "Qiao Wenyuan", Liang Cheng picked it up and answered, "Uncle Qiao, it's me."

Last time when he went back drunk, Qiao Yuanlin uttered nonsense, which made Qiao Wenyuan angry. Tonight's situation may cause the father and son to break up.Liang Cheng panicked, saying that they met outside, not far from his residence, so he took Qiao Yuanlin home for a sit-down.

"This kid, I'm going to disturb you at night." Qiao Wenyuan asked, "Why doesn't he answer the phone?"

Liang Cheng glanced at the drunk man on the co-pilot, and said: "He went to the bathroom, probably because he didn't eat clean dinner and his stomach feels uncomfortable. I'll find some medicine for him and let him make do with me overnight."

At least he was tricked, Liang Cheng threw the phone on the center console, and with a snap, Qiao Yuanlin opened his eyes in a jerk, and leaned on the car window to look back at him.

Liang Cheng suppressed his anger and changed his cell phone to call his colleagues in the hospital. He couldn't open his mouth when he described the situation.After the consultation, I wanted to throw it again on a conditioned reflex. I stretched my hand halfway, and gently put it on the center console.

Along the way, Qiao Yuanlin was always quiet and noisy, the redness on his face never subsided, he always shouted hot, in fact, it was not only hot, but also dry, and also the depression that urgently needed to be vented.

The apartment Liang Cheng lives in is a high-end residential area, on the 52nd floor. Fortunately, he entered the elevator directly from the underground garage, otherwise he would be seen by the security guards in the lobby, thinking that he had picked up a young man who had lost his footing and came back.

The house is a two-bedroom house, with floor-to-ceiling windows around the surface, and a panoramic view of the bright night view of Pinghai. When the door opened, Qiao Yuanlin stumbled into the living room and poked in the middle.

The place was unfamiliar, and it was too clean and tidy. He wandered around in a daze, and saw an independent flower stand in the corner of the living room, with a pot of small white flowers on it.

Qiao Yuanlin walked over meanderingly, was blocked by the sofa, and fell down. The leather surface was slightly cool, so he kicked off his shoes and lay down on it to cool down.

Liang Cheng brought a cup of warm water, fed Qiao Yuanlin two mouthfuls, then turned on the sphygmomanometer to check, and then put on a stethoscope to listen for the other's heartbeat.

The blood pressure is low, but other things are fine. Qiao Yuanlin must have taken Viagra by mistake. Because of his young body, he reacted violently. The key point is that he has poor alcohol intake and bad wine, and he was directly drunk to the effect of the drug.

The sofa was getting warm, and he was very upset, flapping his limbs and yelling: "Turn on the air conditioner, do you want to heat me to death?"

The door opened automatically after entering, Liang Cheng restrainedly turned it down one degree, and said, "It's open."

Qiao Yuanlin was drinking like crazy: "Go, get me an ice cream."

Liang Cheng asked, "Who are you ordering?"

Even though he was drunk, he could still hear his tone of voice. Qiao Yuanlin swayed up, and limply threw himself in front of Liang Cheng, acting like a spoiled child: "Brother, I want ice cream, I don't want milk, I want ice cream, oh."

Liang Chengbi was still tired from the two years in prison, so he gave a few words of advice with little effect, and went downstairs to buy.There was a convenience store in the community, so he picked out two popsicles, fearing that Qiao Yuanlin would be hungry in the middle of the night, so he bought milk and bread.

When I got home, the living room was empty.

Liang Cheng walked outside the bedroom, and Qiao Yuanlin's jeans were thrown on the floor. There was a dark lamp inside, and the moonlight mixed with neon light shone in. Qiao Yuanlin rolled on the bed with bare legs, wrapped in the quilt rub.

Not aware of eroticism, but clumsy youthfulness.

Strolling to the bedside, Liang Chenglian lit the wall lamp, and the moment it was dimly lit, Qiao Yuanlin suddenly curled up, his face was red, he really looked like a ripe shrimp.

He opened his eyes and squeezed his knees uneasily.

Liang Cheng's purpose was unknown, and his movements preceded his consciousness. He reached out and touched the rolled up corner of the T-shirt, trying to pull it down to cover the curvy waist and abdomen.

Qiao Yuanlin panicked: "What are you doing!"

"Don't touch me..." He confusedly thought that the other party was the man who struck up a conversation, and threatened, "The person I'm waiting for will come soon, stay away from me!"

With stiff fingers, Liang Cheng asked, "Who are you waiting for?"

Qiao Yuanlin said, "Senior brother, my senior brother."

Liang Cheng's nerves relaxed in an instant, as if a string collapsed, and a huge emptiness fell, he retracted his hand in a daze, and stood by the bed without moving.

After a while, Qiao Yuanlin was so uncomfortable that he lost control, Gu Lu went to the other side, got out of bed and slipped into the bathroom, the sound of water suddenly sounded, followed by the sound of bottles being knocked over.

Liang Cheng regained his senses, rushed to the bathroom and opened the half-closed door.

The shower head was turned on, and Qiao Yuanlin was drenched in cold water. He leaned on the marble sink, bowed and slumped, the swollen area was pressed against the cold edge of the table, and the cream-colored clothes were wet on his back. .

Liang Cheng turned him over and stared at him unruly, from top to bottom, including the secret wrapped in pure white underwear.

Qiao Yuanlin's feet softened, Liang Cheng separated his knees with one leg, the slight friction was not enough to relieve him, he grabbed Liang Cheng's hand: "...I don't feel well."

Liang Cheng was unmoved and said, "Who am I?"

Qiao Yuanlin said, "Brother..."

"Then who do you want to help you?" Liang Cheng held his waist.

Qiao Yuanlin was half-drunk and half-awake under the gaze of the eyebrows that were close at hand, he pursed his lips, and suddenly refused to answer stubbornly.

Liang Cheng let go cruelly, and backed away from him.

Qiao Yuanlin arched his back to cover up his embarrassment, stared at Liang Cheng with hatred in his eyes, and then stretched out his hands provocatively.

Liang Cheng's forehead jumped violently, he brushed away Qiao Yuanlin's hand, pulled off a bath towel to wrap it around, and hugged this thing that would not admit defeat.

"Bastard." He still wanted to swear, but after finishing the swearing, Qiao Yuanlin finally softened his tone, "Brother, help me."

The not-so-soft mattress pressed the weight of the two of them, and there was a depression. Liang Cheng hugged Qiao Yuanlin. This pair of bones and flesh was slightly different from that of a 16-year-old boy, but the beating of his chest was still rustling.

"Brother." Qiao Yuanlin hummed softly.

Liang Cheng responded lowly: "Yes."

But there was no sound, Qiao Yuan nestled in his arms, twisting occasionally, the hotness was comforted, the impatience was dispelled, and the pure body and mind were reacting in the most authentic way.

Trembling, sore, so ashamed that he refused to make a sound, but shed tears, buried in his shoulder, and called him Ai Ai, brother, Liang Cheng, calling him desperately.

Suddenly, Qiao Yuanlin raised his face, his tear stains and blushes were like funny make-up, he seemed so innocent, but stabbed his heart firmly: "Is it past twelve o'clock?"

Liang Cheng bowed his head to look at him, he didn't know what to hold back: "It's coming soon."

Qiao Yuanlin said nervously, "You, you haven't given me a birthday present yet."

Liang Cheng really wanted to take this trouble out of his mind, avoided seeing him, purposely dated someone else on this day, and even told him about it, now it's softened into mud, rolling around in his palms absurdly, and begging him for a gift?

He paused harshly and asked, "Shall I go get you a gift, or continue to serve you?"

Qiao Yuanlin was stupefied drunkenly, unable to make a choice, greedily wanting everything.

Slowly, he put his arm around the other party's neck, seemingly resigned to the present and resenting the past, crying and saying: "Liang Cheng, don't bully me."