Fake is true

Restraint will not allow any emotion to return to the original point. A solid and heavy object is pressed on the sprout that is about to break through the ground. After a short period of calm, it will only get a more violent counterattack.

Press the key down.

Fingers fly.

Yan Fangsheng raised his eyes and inhaled.

There seems to be a sound in the blink of an eye, which is gentle and powerful.

Grabbing the quilt with one hand, Mu Zhou closed his eyes, and the earphones played the videos he had watched countless times, the unprocessed videos and the background sound of the movie, which allowed Mu Zhou to imagine Yan Fangsheng's expression at this moment without looking at the screen , The action at the next moment.

Fingers drilled from the open trousers seam to the lower body, and the images in front of Mu Zhou overlapped countless times. For a while, there was Yan Fangsheng smiling, for a while Yan Fangsheng was sitting, and for a while Yan Fangsheng was sitting upright and full of charm.

"Ah..." There was a short and weak voice, a thick breath came out of his throat, and the movements of his hands became faster and faster. Finally, at the moment of the video jump, Mu Zhou raised his upper body and vented on his hands.

Picking up the phone, the video interface jumps to the back of Yan Fangsheng skiing, Mu Zhou let out a heavy breath, and put his hands still.

"elder brother……"

I kept holding back my voice and didn't dare to let it out, which made my voice hoarse.

Pressing his forehead against the screen, Mu Zhou said softly, "I'm sorry."

The night was lonely, and the words that Mu Zhou dared not say out loud were flaunted under the cover of darkness.

Saturday was a cloudy day, and Yan Fangsheng hadn't been in high spirits since the morning. Mu Zhou checked the weather, and it didn't rain recently.

After eating, Yan Fangsheng went into the study, and Mu Zhou went upstairs after checking the weather over and over again.

Standing still in front of the study door, Mu Zhou knocked.

"Enter."

Hearing the answer, Mu Zhou opened the door and walked in.

Yan Fangsheng was wearing anti-blue light glasses, and the computer was turned on.

"Brother, will I disturb you?" Mu Zhou stood at the door.

"will not."

Mu Zhou suppressed his smile, sucked the flesh on the inside of his teeth, went around the bookshelf and pretended to find a few books, hugged them in his arms and sat on the exclusive cushion.

The location is very wide, and Mu Zhou regretted it when he sat down. Although Yan Fangsheng could be seen as soon as he raised his eyes, it was too obvious here.

Looking around, Mu Zhou wanted to drag his own cushion and sit on a bookshelf behind. There was a gap in the bookshelf, and he could see it secretly.

While thinking about it, Mu Zhou stood up and shifted his position.

"The light inside is not good." Yan Fangsheng noticed that he was walking back, raised his head and pushed down his glasses, reminding him aloud.

Mu Zhou had no choice but to sit back in his original position.

Pretending to open the book, Mu Zhou wanted to peek up several times, but he always felt that Yan Fangsheng would see him, so he coughed and touched his head, covering his eyes and seeing Yan Fangsheng, he was typing on the keyboard.

Busy?

Mu Zhou became unscrupulous.

At the beginning, I put my hands on my head to cover it from time to time, but I didn't even cover the back, and read directly facing Yan Fangsheng.

Yan Fangsheng was the main meal, and the book in his hand was just a passing condiment.

Half an hour later, Yan Fangsheng took off his glasses, and Mu Zhou immediately sat up straight, turning a page in the book in his hand.

"looking at what?"

"Photography..." Mu Zhou's mouth was bald, and he turned the book to the cover.

It's over, the other one is photography, and this one is the illustrated book of European art history.

"European art history." Mu Zhou quickly changed his words.

Yan Fangsheng didn't seem to hear his wrong words, and pressed his eyebrows.

"Brother, are you tired?" Mu Zhou put down the book.

Yan Fangsheng shook his head and put on his glasses.

Mu Zhou ran away, and before Yan Fangsheng could ask a word, he had already disappeared.

The book hasn't been released yet, so I guess I'll be back.

Yan Fangsheng closed the computer, feeling unhappy.

He naturally noticed Mu Zhou's scrutiny, and Mu Zhou's actions became more and more obvious.

Continue to ignore?

Yan Fang rubbed his temples soundly.

Facing a suitor like Mu Zhou is different from any one he has seen before.

Yan Fangsheng wasn't sure if he could handle it well, the only definite idea was that he didn't want to hurt Mu Zhou because of his honesty.

Fidgeting out of the cigarette, he dragged the ashtray in front of him.

When the phone rang, Zheng Chang called.

"What's the matter?" Yan Fangsheng turned on the speakerphone.

"Soak in the hot spring, do you want to go?"

"Don't go."

"Do you have other plans?"

"No," Yan Fang said after flicking the ash into the ashtray, "I'm too lazy to move."

"You're too lazy." Zheng Chang said something to someone else, and then continued: "Is Mu Zhou coming back today?"

"yesterday."

"You don't take people out to play?"

The door flashed, and Mu Zhou entered the room carrying a tray.

Hearing his name being called on the phone, Mu Zhou stopped at the door.

Yan Fangsheng saw him and immediately asked, "Want to go out to play?"

Mu Zhou didn't respond, he hesitated for two seconds and said, "Brother, do you want to go out?"

Yan Fangsheng turned off the speakerphone, and Zheng Chang obviously heard the conversation here, and said, "I only have two days off in a week, why don't you go out for a walk and stay in the house to raise your baby? You..."

"Send me the address."

Zheng Chang stopped talking.

"Where did you learn to change faces in Sichuan opera? You can change it if you want?" Zheng Chang asked with a smile.

"self-taught."

Hanging up the phone, there was still more than half of a cigarette left, Mu Zhou didn't know what was talked on the phone, and he didn't know what Yan Fang's voice meant.

But he was still holding something in his hand, so he saw him put down the phone and walked to the table with the tray.

"What is it?" Yan Fang asked.

"milk."

With a pause, Yan Fangsheng raised his eyes.

"Milk... soothes the nerves and relieves fatigue."

Meeting Yan Fangsheng's scrutinizing gaze, Mu Zhou also felt absurd.

He originally planned to make a cup of coffee, and he was very good at it, but when he went down and saw the fresh milk in the refrigerator, he changed his mind.

Yan Fangsheng said that in this situation, it is better to drink less coffee.

Therefore, at ten o'clock in the morning under a clear sky, Mu Zhou brought a glass of milk to calm Yan Fangsheng.

Yan Fangsheng raised the corners of his mouth and picked up the white porcelain cup, "Thank you."

"…You're welcome."

"Are you overheated?"

"Warm it up, it's not hot."

Sticking to the cigarette, Yan Fangsheng brought the milk to his mouth. Mu Zhou stared at his rolling Adam's apple, and his throat moved involuntarily.

After finishing the drink in one gulp, Yan Fangsheng put down the cup, received a message on his phone, and got up immediately after reading it.

"Walk."

Where to go?

Without asking, Mu Zhou found the white milk stains on his lips.

Taking out a tissue from his pocket, Mu Zhou handed it over, but was blocked by Yan Fang's voice near his lips.

His blocking made Mu Zhou instantly at a loss.

Facing Shangyan Fangsheng's questioning gaze, Mu Zhou was upset.

"There's something at the corner of your mouth, brother." Mu Zhou lowered his head.

Yan Fangsheng saw his fatigue, frowned, took the paper from his hand, wiped it on his lips, and threw it into the trash can.

Just a subconscious action can make Mu Zhou uncomfortable...

Yan Fangsheng breathed lightly, and said softly, "Let's go."

"Where are you going?" Mu Zhou raised his eyes.

"Play."