Fake is true

This cognition made Mu Zhou dizzy, and a burst of joy-like emotions crazily surged in his body, and the active meridians went [-] times, and the ecstasy stopped, Mu Zhou's few brain cells that hadn't shut down and could work normally Untimely, it reminded him of Zhou Shuyue who was in a hurry a few years ago.

Zhou Shuyue once said that Yan Fangsheng's motive for bringing him back was impure, that Yan Fangsheng was childish and immature, but she didn't explain the reason to Mu Zhou, so Mu Zhou guessed and pondered for a long time, the reason why she didn't mention it to Yan Fangsheng was not because she was not curious, but because she didn't know the reason. Good to ask.

Just when he was about to forget about this matter, now he was dug out and appeared again.

The whole thing seemed to flow together logically.

The conflict between his brother and mother, and Zhou Shuyue's acrimony when she came, all seem to echo Yang Hexu's seemingly unintentional words, and then push to a definite conclusion-Yan Fangsheng...is gay.

Winter was coming to an end, and the night was still cold. Yang Hexu got in the car and turned on the heater, opened the side cabinet to get cigarettes, but saw Yan Fangsheng left the cigarette case in the co-pilot.

Yang Hexu picked it up and saw that there was only the last one left.

Thinking that Yan Fang's loud voice would not mind, Yang Hexu picked it up, put it in his mouth and lit it.

The car was parked outside the villa, Yang Hexu opened the window to see the light leaking from the window.

It wasn't the first time he came back, nor was it the first time he drank with Yan Fangsheng.

But it was the first time to send a drunken Yan Fangsheng home, because Yan Fangsheng was not someone who would easily indulge himself when he was drunk outside.

Today is rather unique, an exception.

Yang Hexu leaned against the window, his mind wandering.

Yan Fangsheng has always longed to return to his own stage, the battlefield that haunts him forever.So he pinned his hopes on the newly developed prosthetic limb in the United States that claims to be super shock-absorbing and stress-relieving. For this reason, Yan Fangsheng also invested a large sum of money, just to be able to receive the real product as soon as possible after the product is developed.

And this project was participated by a senior brother of Yang Hexu, and it was Yang Hexu who introduced and recommended it to Yan Fangsheng.Out of trust in his powerful senior brother, Yang Hexu has always been full of confidence.

Thinking back now, Yang Hexu frowned, feeling that he should never have shown such high hopes at that time, and even misguided Yan Fangsheng's thoughts, making him have great expectations.

So much so that I encountered the current situation-the product was not as good as expected.

Yang Hexu had a big stone in his heart, and he was extremely heavy. He himself had such a state of mind. He couldn't imagine what kind of state of mind Yan Fangsheng, who had hoped for half a year and then failed.

The strong sense of pity made people forget their sense of proportion. Yang Hexu recalled Yan Fangsheng who was drunk, and recalled the scene of entering the room.

Yang Hexu took a deep breath, and realized that no one is exempt, otherwise how could he say what his ex-boyfriend said after he noticed the child's excessive concern and hostility, it was like a demonstration.

His fingers were scalded by the burnt tobacco, and he hurriedly let go, clenching his fingers tightly to reduce the pain.

Glancing at the bright light again, Yang Hexu looked away, closed the window, and the car sped away in a flash.

Mu Zhou thought for a long time on the spot, thinking over and over whether the inference was justified or not.

Two villains were fighting in his mind, one was right and the other was wrong, and he was absorbed in thinking until he heard the loud noises before returning to reality.

Nao Nao didn't know why he was going crazy, and howled dryly, Mu Zhou walked over quickly, fearing that it would wake up Yan Fang's voice, and hurried to comfort him.

"Hush." ​​Mu Zhou raised his index finger against his lips.

"Wang!"

"Don't make trouble." Mu Zhou threatened: "If you wake up my brother, he will throw you out immediately."

"Wang!"

There was a language barrier, and the shouting was extraordinarily presumptuous, and Mu Zhou's threat was not taken seriously at all.

"I'll eat canned food for you."

It sat upright and stopped making trouble.

Mu Zhou: "..."

"Excessive. It won't work in the future, only today can make an exception."

Mu Zhou changed a canned food of another flavor and opened it for Nao Nao. He enjoyed it, and An Jing didn't move at all.

Mu Zhou breathed a sigh of relief, got up and walked to the bedroom.

Just now because of the presence of others, Mu Zhou couldn't take care of him too carefully, so he covered Yan Fangsheng with a quilt without even wiping him.

When he went in again, Mu Zhou found that a large part of the quilt covering Yan Fangsheng's body had fallen off, and a corner of the duvet was left pressing on his stomach, and most of the rest was piled up beside the bed, even hanging down on the carpet.

The slacks were passively rolled up, revealing the silver prosthesis.

Yan Fangsheng slept too far up, the top of his head was almost touching the wooden head of the bed, the expression on his face was not relaxed, as if he was troubled, even drunk.

"Brother, what's wrong with you?" Knowing that Yan Fangsheng couldn't answer at this time, Mu Zhou still asked.

Why did he drink like this, and why was his face so sad.

Mu Zhou carefully went over him to get another pillow on the bed, and put the pillow against the gap between the back of his head and the head of the bed. If he didn't stuff it tightly, he always felt that Yan Fangsheng would knock it accidentally.

When placing the pillow, his fingers brushed against his hair, Yan Fangsheng suddenly moved, Mu Zhou looked down at him stiffly, and found that he just tilted his head.

Ling Kong supported the head of the bed, Mu Zhou's gaze was fixed on Yan Fangsheng's face.

From his tightly closed eyes to his tightly pursed lips, and then to the ear roots protruding from the side of his head, Mu Zhou swallowed unconsciously, his mouth was dry with thirst.

Maintaining an angle that is not easy to use, Mu Zhou is stiff from the back to the palm.

His wandering eyes turned around and landed on Yan Fangsheng's thin lips, Mu Zhou's heart moved intentionally.

No one will know about the kiss now, not even Yan Fangsheng himself will notice.

If you miss this opportunity, you may not be able to get close again in the future.

but……

Mu Zhou struggled.

He licked his dry lips.

do not care!

Mu Zhou closed his eyes and let out a quick breath, and then kissed... Yan Fangsheng's side face with lightning speed.

From the moment the lips touched the skin, Mu Zhou's whole body was steamed with heat, from the soles of the feet to the top of the sky, he felt that he must be blushing, he guessed that he had kissed for a long time, and he couldn't prolong the kissing time, Because he has a guilty conscience.

After the kiss, Mu Zhou got up quickly and stretched his waist as if nothing had happened. After realizing that no one would watch this deceitful performance, he restrained his excitement and went to the bathroom to get a basin of water.

Sure enough, I blushed.

Mu Zhou looked at himself in the mirror with a fluttering red glow on his expressionless face.

Picking up a handful of water and rubbing his face, Mu Zhou went out with the hot water.

After wringing out the towel, Mu Zhou helped Yan Fangsheng wipe it.

Starting with the hands, he blatantly held Yan Fangsheng's hand and rubbed it finger by finger, and then it was his turn to face.

Mu Zhou deliberately ignored the half of his face that was under his special care, and only wiped the other half.

One less wipe doesn't hurt.

Mu Zhou thought.

Openly and secretly looking for a valid reason for himself, Mu Zhou didn't know where he was, so when the phone call came, he was startled, and goosebumps shot out.

Mu Zhou slowed down, and started to touch the phone, only to find that it was not his own, but Yan Fangsheng's.

He took out his cell phone from the jacket he took off, and the caller on the cell phone screen was Yang Hexu.

I had heard this name half an hour ago, so Mu Zhou had an impression.

Not knowing what the other party was calling for, Mu Zhou picked up the phone and said in a low voice, "Hey, what do you do?"

"If it's convenient, help your brother remove the prosthesis. The wound needs to be wrapped with an elastic bandage."

"Oh, okay, I see."

"Ah."

The other person quickly hung up the phone, but Mu Zhou was dumbfounded while holding the phone.

He looked at Yan Fangsheng's exposed two long legs.

Although Yan Fangsheng was wearing slacks today, the slacks weren't very elastic, and they didn't look like they were made of a material that could reach above the thighs.

That proves... Mu Zhou clenched his phone tightly, he wants to take off Yan Fangsheng's pants?

Suddenly, Mu Zhou's ears burst into red, and he clutched his chest. Mu Zhou felt that his heart rate was about to reach 200 beats per minute.

It's a state of sprinting.