can i love you

Deng Feng became anxious, the mobile phone has been hiding his secret for many years!There are a lot of essays in it, all of which are to record my own mental journey, and there are many snapshots of Uncle Joe, using a full 1G memory card.what to do?Where will it be lost?

Deng Feng remembered that after answering Wang Juan's call, he put it in his pocket, so it should be impossible to throw it in the car!If Uncle Qiao picked it up, it would be a big problem, what an embarrassment it would be.I can't help but get scared when I think about it...

After Maoqun failed to follow the Porsche, he felt very tired. Santana spewed hot gas, just like his depressed heart at the moment.Back at the company, Maoqun put the key on the table in the security room expressionlessly, and left on his own, ignoring Xie Yunlai's warm greeting.I followed the pedestrians on the bus without any hesitation, and it suddenly became very hot. Xiamen’s bus system is really bad enough, especially in the hot summer, the space in the car is crowded with people, making the air very turbid, so the air-conditioning exhaust The air-conditioning, with the pungent smell of sweat and gasoline, Mao Qun frowned, his majestic chest was floating with anger, the stranger's attention was only for a moment, and everyone was probably shocked by his momentum and unkind expression , have avoided.

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Ding dong... Maoqun rang the doorbell, unable to concentrate, and stared at the iron door in front of him in a daze.It took a long time before I came over in a daze. My wife said that I worked overtime today and couldn't come back to cook at noon. Tintin went to a semi-closed school and didn't come back for lunch.Hehe, so I'm the only one left at home?Maoqun smiled wryly.Then he opened the door himself.

He took off the sticky T-shirt, revealing his strong pectoralis major, and the curly fluff became extremely obvious under the baptism of sweat.Hu Qing on the side of the cheeks began to show residues, and a pair of deep eyes showed a sadness that was rarely seen before.At this time, Mao Qun was like a wounded lion, lacking the usual elegance and kindness, and adding a bit of toughness and roughness.Maoqun has been struggling with how to go back to the past with Deng Feng. If things continue to become rigid like this, the gap between the two of them will become extremely huge, and they will become strangers.Deng Feng should be given an explanation, perhaps as time goes by, the conflict can be reduced.Yes, give yourself more opportunities to practice, even if Deng Feng no longer forgives me...Xiao Feng, will you forgive me?Maoqun's eyes softened a little, and he couldn't wait to take out the Nokia in his pocket, and found "Xiaofeng"'s business card from the list.

"Xiaofeng," Maoqun pressed the phone so meticulously and earnestly, "I know, uncle is sorry for you, uncle is a beast, to do such a nasty behavior to you, you hate me? I am angry, I understand, I also I despise myself." Yes, I wish I could cut myself into pieces, Maoqun sighed deeply! "Uncle has lived most of his life, and he has never done anything unconscionable, except for you. Uncle is in great pain. Your contempt and indifference make me feel even more guilty. Uncle can't blame you. Uncle knows that Xiaofeng has not relieved his anger. What if I want Uncle If you don't say a word, uncle, you will be slaughtered. As long as you don't treat me like an enemy. If you can still call me Uncle Sheng, can you give me a chance." Maoqun's eyes were empty, and he didn't know what the ending would be!It is difficult to grasp the things in the fog, because the decision-making power is not in the hands of Maoqun from the beginning to the end.Xiaofeng, please give me a chance.Mao Qun wiped the sweat from his forehead, not sure if it was hot sweat or cold sweat.Xiaofeng?Xiaofeng... Xiaofeng!Tremblingly moving the cursor to the "Send" option, Maoqun was suddenly frightened. The dignity of a man for most of his life is now undergoing a test. Is it a fulfillment or a rupture?Close your eyes, press your fingers stiffly, and send the text message, until the screen returns to the standby screen, Maoqun is panting heavily.

Didi Didi... The sound of the text message startled Maoqun, and they replied so quickly?Maoqun's mind went blank.Angel or Devil?

Blood is the object and the carrier of despair.Some people are willing to replace the bleeding of the soul with the severance of the flesh.Because this state of mind is difficult to repair and difficult to bear.Maoqun's blood flowed like a river, and the word Chuan on his brow made others want to hug this injured uncle and erase his painful knots.However, it was too late, and before it could be relieved, the nose began to be sore, the blood in the eyes was terrible, and the corners of the mouth were trembling, which made people feel distressed.Perhaps, some people in your life are not something you can control and possess...

On the screen of the mobile phone, it suddenly displayed "Don't pester me, I'm so tired, I don't want to pester you, forgive you? Unless you leave my sight tomorrow! I only know that Mr. Qiao is this kind of person now, Glass ?”

Haha, I am glass?Haha, I am glass!Mao Qun smiled palely.Maoqun knows about comrades. When he was in the army, he liked the squad leader who led the team. At that time, he was very confused. He learned that there are such groups in the world. They live in the shadow of the world, so he made up his mind to change his sexual orientation. .Now, Maoqun has lived a normal life, but Deng Feng's text message brought back memories of Maoqun's love for Dou Chukai, and deeply hurt his proud self-esteem.

finished?Xiaofeng?