Star Road: Peasants Attack the City

In fact, An Ran didn't know why he followed this idiot back home so docilely, followed him into the room so docilely, and was pushed into the bathroom by him to take a bath meekly - the water heater was too old, There was a strike in the middle, and in the end he was shivering and stuffed into the bed.

Mo Bajue frowned and wrapped him into a ball with a quilt. Seeing that his face was still blue and his teeth were still chattering, he went to the cabinet and took a thick blanket out to wrap him around him. His wet hair hanging on his forehead like a puppy, "Is it still cold?"

An Ran was wrapped up like a big sofa, sitting in the middle of the bed with only his head exposed, staring at him with his neck raised, "It's cold!"

Mo Bajue's expression froze for a moment, and he said helplessly, "...can you stop talking so sonorously..."

"What the hell is this place, even the air conditioner is broken..." An Ran complained, "I don't know if the kitchen can be used, and the natural gas is also broken, right?"

As he spoke, he rubbed his deflated stomach, and glanced at Mo Bajue meaningfully.

My body gradually warmed up, and the feeling of being frozen came back. Before rushing to the show, but also avoiding reporters, I didn't eat dinner at all, and now I'm a little hungry.

It's a pity that his words were too cryptic, and Mo Bajue didn't understand them at all. He casually hung the coats of the two on the hangers, loosened their ties, took a long breath, and began to roll up the sleeves of their shirts to tidy up the room.

In fact, from An Ran's point of view, apart from being old, ugly and a little cold and damp, the room was cleaned really well. At least the things that should be in the toilet are never in the bedroom, and there will be no food on the computer desk. A greasy bento box, although the idiot said there were mice, but he suspected that it was just a cold humor... I really don't understand what else he can clean up.

An Ran grumbled dissatisfiedly, "The living room is already clean! The kitchen will probably be a little dirty..."

Mo Bajue was bending over to pack the magazines on the sofa, when he heard this, he glanced sideways at him, "Oh."

So he handed the magazine to him, and went into the kitchen by himself.

An Ran was flipping through the magazine boredly, but his ears were pricked up, his stomach was rumbling, but he didn't hear the sound of the idiot moving the pots and pans, so he threw the magazine aside in anger, and got out of bed wrapped in the quilt jumped down.

When he arrived at the kitchen door, he saw that Mo Bajue was still cleaning the sink. The floor seemed to have been wiped and there was still a faint fragrance of disinfectant. Almost, what are you doing so many times?"

Mo Bajue glanced at him, "Aren't you afraid of getting dirty?"

"I..." An Ran opened his mouth wide, rolled his eyes twice, and stammered, "I'll just stay for one night..."

"...Where are you going tomorrow?" Mo Bajue glanced at him lightly, pushed him away and went to mop the living room floor, the water mixed with disinfectant swayed in the bucket with his steps, shining brightly A little dizzy.

"Find a hotel...or simply go abroad to relax." The family will never go back, anyway, there are two older brothers who don't like my death, and I wish I never go back for the rest of my life.

"Just run away like this?" Mo Bajue bent over and dragged the floor very neatly, and he didn't look ugly or dead, which made An Ran jealous in his heart, and he said without raising his head, "Stay Here it is."

An Ran was silent for a while, leaning against the door frame and teasingly said, "Are you supporting me?"

"Okay." Mo Bajue didn't even raise his head.

"..." This time, it was An Ran who was choked and speechless, and said after a long time, "Why do you support me?"

"Because you belong to the Mo family." Mo Bajue finally straightened up and looked at him, tore off his tie and threw it aside, his black eyes were serious but with a faint smile, "Momo's wife, my father's wife...or mine Daughter-in-law, choose yourself."

"I @#￥%&!!"

But no matter what, An Ran scolded and scolded a few times awkwardly, at least she agreed.He kept telling himself, I'm just curious, curious, curious, being raised like a rice bug sounds good.

He started to follow Mo Bajue's butt around the quilt, pointing at a certain corner from time to time and yelling, "There, I didn't wipe there!"

"I said, I wiped this side twice!"

"It's better than the kitchen..."

Mo Bajue turned around suddenly, An Ran immediately shut up and glared at him.

"An Ran." Mo Bajue said seriously.

"Huh?" An Ran swallowed nervously, his eyes widened, this guy won't regret it so soon, right?Returns are not so fast!Although I have never heard of rice insects having a trial period...

"Are you hungry?"

"..." An Ran breathed a sigh of relief, and gave him a blank look, "You just found out?"

Mo Bajue thought for a while, then turned and walked towards the door.

"Hey? You don't need to go out to buy it." An Ran suddenly felt a little embarrassed, wrapped in a quilt and followed him to the door, "You just burn a few... What is this for?"

An Ran looked at the two banknotes that Mo Bajue took out from the hanger at the door in silence.

"Go buy whatever you want to eat, I'm busy." Mo Bajue's expression was still serious, after thinking about it, he patted his head again, "Good boy."

"..."

An Ran's head was bouncing with the movement of his paws, and the jaw that fell to the ground was also bouncing.

Therefore, people must always maintain a deep and clear understanding of themselves, otherwise it is easy to be sentimental.

It was very cold in the late autumn night, the windbreaker that An Ran wore when he went to the show had already been thrown into the trash can by him, and he picked up Mo Bajue's coat and put it on, it was a little too big and hung on his slender body Even more empty, but fortunately he is tall and his hem is not too long.

Wearing sunglasses, a mask, and gloves, he would take off his hat when he took a step out, and before closing the door, he did not forget to give the idiot a look, "I won't take your share!"

Before Mo Bajue could reply, he had already slammed the door and walked away.

The temperature outside feels a little warmer than Mo Bajue's broken apartment, but it will still be cold when the wind blows. His outfit is not too unusual, not to mention that it was originally an artist's apartment, and people will understand if you are cautious... …Although there are very few people living there, there are only two or three households on the first floor.

Recalling the night snack shop that Mo Bajue mentioned just now, it seems that there is a tea restaurant not far from the community. It is a tea restaurant with good taste.Sure enough, almost as soon as he stepped out of the gate of the community, the bustling crowd under the dim light appeared in front of his eyes.

An Ran clutched his hungry belly and took two steps, stopped again, sighed, looked in the rearview mirror of the car parked by the side of the road, pulled all the bangs off his forehead, and then lowered the brim of his hat.

In the past, he was afraid that people would love him too much and pester him with gifts and flowers, but now he was afraid that people would hate him too much. If he was hit with tomatoes and eggs, he couldn't guarantee that he would be able to withstand so many blows in one night.

I ordered a shrimp dumpling, a siu mai and a box of fried beef, and ordered a large cup of Earl Gray milk tea. After thinking about it, I felt that it was not enough, so I added a honey bean double skin milk as an after-dinner snack.

Walking back with a big bag of food, passing by the stewed shop, I suddenly thought of the look of that stupid man calmly saying that he wanted to support himself, and I started to feel like laughing, and when he was in a good mood, his kindness would often show up, so he bought it for him again. I ordered two portions of stewed stew and took them back.

While walking, he finished a portion of braised stew, his hungry stomach felt better, and his nose was sweating a little. He swayed from side to side, and sat on a bench in a nearby small park for a while, stealthily picking it off. The mask drank half a cup of milk tea before strolling back slowly.

Looking up, the curtains of the apartment were not drawn tightly, and the windows were actually open. Fortunately, the lights were bright, otherwise people might think it was a haunted house... That idiot should have finished cleaning, An Ran pouted.

Just after entering the corridor, I saw a person running down the stairs in a hurry, almost colliding with the two of them with too much force, An Ran panicked, and conditioned reflex to protect the stew in his right hand first, but the dim sum in his left hand almost missed Falling to the ground, he yelled angrily, "You don't have fucking eyes?!"

"... An Ran?" The man was still panting, but he calmed down after hearing the words.

"You idiot, what are you doing?" An Ran looked at the visitor in surprise, her expression remained unchanged, but looking at her clothes... the white shirt had a wide open neckline, the sleeves were half rolled up, and the hem of the clothes hung loosely around her waist , without a coat.

"Are you rushing to reincarnate, you?"

Mo Bajue finally breathed a sigh of relief, and simply took his hand and walked upstairs, "I'll buy whatever you want to eat in the future."

An Ran's eyebrows were twisted into twists, "Then you just drove me out to buy something?"

Mo Bajue said lightly, "Smelling the disinfectant for too long is not good for your health."

So you want him to go out and release the smell?No wonder the windows were wide open.

An Ran coughed several times before coughing up the uneasiness on his face, and asked dryly, "Then why are you running so fast?"

"I thought you..." Mo Bajue hesitated to speak.

"Ah?" An Ran yelled impatiently, "What do you think happened to me? Was I raped or got lost?"

I thought you left.

Mo Bajue lowered his eyes, and just silently led him away, his black hair hanging down on his forehead.

An Ran also seemed to feel the unusual atmosphere, and suddenly felt a little uncomfortable... The two of them have developed to the present, and it cannot be said that they have no feelings, but they really cannot be so clearly determined. Without the constraints of language, there is no clear relationship. It is true that you can leave at any time without even saying hello.

Why not?

An Ran watched him holding her hands, both hands belonged to men, slender, wide, dry and warm...

Strictly speaking, the two of them could be regarded as... a relationship that started with sex?

I remember someone said it well, love is not thought out, love is done.

An Ran originally took this sentence as bullshit, but now he suddenly began to doubt it. After all, comparing himself with Xiao Xiaowai, and now with Mo Bajue, no matter how he listened to it, he felt extremely reasonable.

So... why don't you just deepen your relationship tonight, work hard for him, and see if you will love him to death tomorrow morning?

An Ran imagined Mo Bajue's elastic buttocks for the nth time, and swallowed incomparably wretchedly, with a green light in his eyes.

If he is willing to give himself a test, then the possibility of falling in love with him must be greater.