Become the white moonlight of the attack

In the middle of the night, Jiang Zhuo curled up in his sleep and opened his eyes in a daze. He stared at the ceiling for a long time, and his thoughts before going to bed gradually returned to his brain.

I met Zhao Ran on the street, and Fu Shixin cooked noodles for him. He lay in Fu Shixin's arms and told him what happened two years ago.

later……

later……

Jiang Zhuo sat up from the bed irritably, unable to remember anything.

He... When did he fall asleep?

He got up and glanced at the empty bedroom, as if he had hesitated about his vision, but Fu Shixin was not there.

Looking at the clothes that Fu Shixin wore during the day on the hanger and the white suitcase next to the closet, he felt the truth.

Jiang Zhuo got out of bed, walked out of the bedroom and saw Fu Shixin standing outside the balcony.

The moonlight outside the balcony was cold and shallow, making the cloudy night sky even colder and less warm.

Fu Shixin was still wearing the hoodie he wore before going to bed, and held a sparkling cigarette in his hand. The cigarette dimmed and then lit up, wisps of green smoke spread in the air, and fell into the darkness in front of him.

Jiang Zhuo's eyes fell on his clothes, he turned and went back to the room, picked up the thin shirt he usually wears, and walked lightly to the balcony.

His white right hand rested on the glass sliding door, paused, and then fell again. He looked at the sweater in his hand and smirked, did he care about him?

After hesitating for a moment, Jiang Zhuo put the thin shirt on the chair beside him, pretending to be relaxed and taking a breath.

The glass door of the balcony was pushed open, and a gust of cold wind poured into Jiang Zhuo's body instantly, making him shiver uncontrollably.

Hearing the movement behind him, Fu Shixin immediately pinched out the cigarette butt and threw it in the ashtray on the balcony, then turned to look at Jiang Zhuo, "Why are you awake?" He looked a little flustered.

Jiang Zhuo glanced at the ashtray behind Fu Shixin, his expression was as usual, and his voice was flat, "I didn't know you could smoke."

Fu Shixin was slightly stunned, then smiled and said, "I usually don't smoke, but I just saw cigarettes on your table, so..."

Jiang Zhuo looked in front of the coffee table in the living room, and there was an open cigarette case, "I bought it a few days ago when I was upset."

Jiang Zhuo had a strange look on his face, as if someone had caught him and was eager to explain.

Fu Shixin walked up to Jiang Zhuo with a strong smell of cigarettes, Jiang Zhuo subconsciously frowned.

Fu Shixin looked at his repulsive appearance and smiled: "You can't smell the smell of cigarettes, so you still smoke like others?"

Because of smoking, Fu Shixin's voice was a little hoarse, which fell into Jiang Zhuo's heart a little delicately.

"Just curious." Jiang Zhuo looked away.

Seeing that he was wearing thin pajamas, Fu Shixin didn't delve into the matter further. After all, smoking is not good for anyone. He pushed Jiang Zhuo back to sleep, "I'll take a shower first, you can go to sleep."

"You tonight..." Jiang Zhuo called Fu Shixin to stop. He pointed to the room and said, "There is only one bed in my house."

Fu Shixin understood what Jiang Zhuo meant, "Your sofa is too small, can I sleep with you?"

While speaking, Fu Shixin took a special look at Jiang Zhuo's reaction, seeing that his expression was unstable, he was a little relieved.

Jiang Zhuo didn't answer him directly, and walked directly to the bedroom.

Fu Shixin was overjoyed, and followed Jiang Zhuo in a desperate manner, consciously found the clothes from the suitcase, and walked to the bathroom.

The bathroom is full of air, surrounded by clouds and mist, the tall/upright body/body of the boy is reflected on the glass, and the restless/restless sound of water.

Jiang Zhuo, who was lying on the bed, was no longer sleepy, and was attracted by the sound of water, staring at the bathroom for a long time.

Although the bathroom was made of glass, but because of the water mist, he couldn't see anything. After staring at it for a long time, Jiang Zhuo felt a little stupid, so he had no choice but to look away and took out his phone to play with.

He rarely plays with his mobile phone, and naturally he doesn't think about opening social software such as Moments.

But tonight, Jiang Zhuo suddenly wanted to know what Fu Shixin was doing and saying.

He clicked on Fu Shixin's profile picture, and there were two intertwined rings, the style of the ring was exactly the one he was wearing in his hand.

Jiang Zhuo's eyes fell on the middle finger of his left hand, and he rubbed his left thumb lightly, with a faint smile on the corner of his mouth.

He opened Fu Shixin's circle of friends and clicked in, and what caught his eye was a circle of friends sent five hours ago.

On the circle of friends is a photo of holding hands. In the photo, two pairs of white hands are tightly clasped, and the two rings of the same style are particularly eye-catching.

There are words on the picture, although it is a very simple word, it caused Jiang Zhuo's heart to ripple.

Judging from the angle of the picture and the light, this should be secretly photographed by Fu Shixin. Judging from the time when it was posted on Moments, it should be before meeting Zhao Ran.

Thinking of Zhao Ran, Jiang Zhuo felt uncomfortable all over, and the thorn in his heart seemed to never be able to be pulled out.

Jiang Zhuo continued to pull down the screen, and what he saw was still a photo with two simple words "I miss you."

The photos are in coded folders, dated three days ago.

When Jiang Zhuo wanted to continue to slide, Fu Shixin's voice came from behind him.

"What are you looking at?" Fu Shixin appeared behind him holding a white towel. He briskly wiped his hair and asked casually.

Jiang Zhuo was stunned, and quickly turned off the phone, feeling guilty.

"It's nothing, just read some company information."

Fu Shixin didn't care about his reaction, sat by the bed and continued to wipe his hair.

He felt that Jiang Zhuo was staring at him, put down the towel in his hand, turned to look at him, and smiled playfully, "Would you like to wipe my hair for me?"

Jiang Zhuo froze, put back his phone and quickly lay down on the bed, covering himself with the quilt, "You can do whatever you want, I'm asleep."

What Fu Shixin didn't know was that Jiang Zhuo felt itchy when he saw him coming out of the bath.

Fu Shixin was wearing a smoky gray silk pajamas. The water dripping from the tips of his hair fell on his shoulders. In front of him, his figure was vaguely outlined. The collar button was unbuttoned at one corner, revealing his delicate collarbone.

The lower part of the collarbone is buried in the pajamas, alluring to those who stare at it.

Jiang Zhuo shook off the random thoughts that stayed in his mind, deceiving himself in his heart, he was just a syndrome caused by too long abstinence.

After Fu Shixin wiped his hair, he got up and put the towel into the clothes basket. Jiang Zhuo, who was hiding under the quilt and listening to the movement, quietly lifted a corner of the quilt.

Before he had time to look for Fu Shixin's whereabouts, the quilt was lifted.

Jiang Zhuo panicked and shouted: "Fu Shixin, what are you doing?"

That tense and nervous question made it obvious at a glance that he was guilty.

Holding the quilt with both hands, Fu Shixin innocently blinked his big loyal dog's eyes, and said, "I...I want to tell you not to cover your head under the quilt, or you will hold back."

Jiang Zhuo knew that he was making a fuss out of a molehill, so he raised his hand and touched the tip of his nose in embarrassment, "Well, you interrupted your sleep."

Fu Shixin hurriedly returned the quilt to Jiang Zhuo, and stretched out his hand in a gesture of asking for permission.

Jiang Zhuo lay down, pulled up the quilt to cover his head, but stopped in mid-air, and pulled it down again.

He closed his eyes and pretended to sleep, but his ears were always paying attention to the movements of the people around him.

Fu Shixin seemed to sit down behind him, and then he froze and waited for Fu Shixin's next move, but it took a long time to wait.

Did he not sleep again?

The curious Jiang Zhuo struggled for a long time, and finally pulled back the quilt and sat up, only to see Fu Shixin staring at him in astonishment.

"Zhuo, can't you sleep?"

Jiang Zhuo looked at him playing with his mobile phone, his face darkened instantly, "You disturbed me."

Fu Shixin noticed that Jiang Zhuo was staring at his phone, understood it, and turned it off immediately, "I'm sorry, I didn't know you were so sensitive to light, I won't play, you go to sleep."

Jiang Zhuo nodded in satisfaction, and as soon as he lay down, he felt a warm hand hug him from behind, embracing him into a familiar embrace.

Jiang Zhuo's back was tense, but he gradually relaxed because of the familiar mint scent from the tip of his nose.

Tonight, Fu Shixin's mint scent was very faint, perhaps because he used his body wash, the faint lemon scent was mixed with the faint mint scent.

Fu Shixin's chin rested lightly on his shoulder.

"Sleep, I just want to hug you."

The few words that were written lightly made Jiang Zhuo feel very at ease.

Jiang Zhuo gently closed his eyes, and fell asleep in his arms.

The next morning.

Light sunlight fell on the bed through the curtains in front of the window.

Jiang Zhuo was sleeping tightly against Fu Shixin's body, with his hands on his chest, bent over, his legs wrapped around Fu Shixin's, and he didn't notice how abrupt his movements were in his deep sleep.

Fu Shixin supported his chin with one hand, and watched him quietly, with an unspoken affection in his eyes.

The slender fingers gently lifted the broken hair on Jiang Zhuo's forehead, and the movements were gentle, unwilling to wake him up.

Those charming and enchanting eyes were quietly closed, suppressing the hostility of the past.

The cherry-colored red lips were slightly raised, and the soft and delicate taste was still on the lips, making those who stared at him unable to take a sip.

Fu Shixin resisted his desire to eat, his desire, and tightened his hand on his waist.

He had thought countless times that he could see the picture of his beloved lying in his arms at the first sight in the morning.

It's just that after the dream came true, it made him feel terrified.

Fu Shixin knew Jiang Zhuo well, the reason why he agreed to him was because he was pestering him, and he allowed himself to sleep next to him now, mostly because he was in a bad mood last night.

Fu Shixin wanted to pick up his mobile phone to take pictures of his cherished pictures, but he was afraid that he would be regarded as a pervert in the future, so he had to stop.

The phone was thrown aside by him, perhaps because of too much movement, the person in his arms was awakened.

"Are you awake?" Fu Shixin asked.

Jiang Zhuo was shocked, and when he saw the mole between his eyebrows clearly, he suddenly felt relieved, "Well, you..."

Jiang Zhuo moved his body and found that he was entangled with Fu Shixin. He blushed and turned his back.

"what happened?"

"Take your hand away, I want to get up."

Fu Shixin gave a "puchi" smile, and happily smacked Jiang Zhuo's neck lightly, "Okay."

After breakfast, Jiang Zhuo and Fu Shixin went out together, and Fu Shixin snatched the car keys from the entrance before Jiang Zhuo.

Jiang Zhuo looked at the key in Fu Shixin's finger, and didn't intend to grab it. He walked past him, opened the door, and walked out.

Fu Shixin seemed to see his small thoughts, and immediately followed with a chuckle, trying to pull Jiang Zhuo's left hand, but was thrown away because of someone's repulsion.

Fu Shixin was not angry either, and said with a smile, "I'll pick you up after get off work today."

Jiang Zhuo stopped and looked at Fu Shixin in distress, "Aren't you going to work?"

"Well, my sister still has some things to finish, so I will stay with her for a week."

"Sister?" Jiang Zhuo looked at Fu Shixin in surprise. For some reason, the image of Fu Shixin hugging a woman into the car in the rain half a month ago came to his mind when he was downstairs at Fu Shixin's house.

"Yes, I have been helping him in my sister's company for more than half a month, didn't I tell you?"

"No." Jiang Zhuo shook his head, and couldn't help asking, "What's your sister's name?"

"Fu Shiran."

"long hair?"

"Yes."

"You two have a good relationship?" Jiang Zhuo originally wanted to ask that you two are very close, so it's better to change the word after thinking about it.

"Well, of course."

After a series of non-nutritive inquiries, Jiang Zhuo's half-month-old sullenness finally dissipated, "So it's my sister." He whispered.

"What did you say?"

"No?" Jiang Zhuo rarely smiled brightly at Fu Shixin, "You go to work hard, and if you have something to do, just ask me for leave."

Jiang Zhuo bypassed Fu Shixin and walked out of the community in a happy mood, but Fu Shixin stopped him, "I'll drive your car today, I'll see you off on the way."

Jiang Zhuo looked downstairs in the community, only to realize that Fu Shixin's car was not there.

"Drive the car away, I'll just walk."

"That won't work." Fu Shixin didn't give him a choice, so he pulled him up and pushed him into the car.

Five minutes later, the car stopped downstairs in the company, and Jiang Zhuo felt a little relieved when he saw the few company colleagues at the entrance.

He put on his seat belt, pushed the door and got out of the car, thinking whether to say goodbye to Fu Shixin.

But when the car window rolled down, Fu Shixin called him softly.

"Zhuo."

"Huh?" Jiang Zhuo turned to meet Fu Shixin's affectionate eyes.

"Come here, I have something to say."

Jiang Zhuo stared at the pair of glasses, and bent over without anyone noticing, but Fu Shixin cleverly stretched out his hand to hold his neck, and gently moved the person in front of him, keeping his wet, hot mouth from falling. down.

The mouth should not be very light and short, and the moment the lips touched, they quickly retreated.

Fu Shixin licked his lips unsatisfied, "Hey, I'll get off work as early as possible today and come pick you up."

The car drove away, and Jiang Zhuo, who was standing there, suddenly woke up. He touched his hot cheeks with both hands, and walked into the company without raising his head. At the door, he met Xiao Liu, whom he had helped in Country R.

"Mr. Jiang, what a coincidence, your boyfriend sent you to work?"

Jiang Zhuo was slightly stunned, nodded and walked past.