The second male who guards silently, you can't afford it

Murong Jiu struggled to open his eyes and looked at the blurred face of Shao Qihan in his vision. He opened his mouth to say another word, but he felt a writhing pain in his abdomen. Spit out a mouthful of water.

"Ajiu, are you okay?" The vomit finally brought the sluggish Shao Qihan back to his senses. Regardless of the unpleasant smell that his nose could smell, and the terrible filth that his eyes could see, he tried his best to move his body. The fart/butt approached Murong Jiu, and stretched out his arms to pat Murong Jiu's back.

"I... so uncomfortable..." Murong Jiu bit his mouth shut and popped out a few words, as if he was struggling hard with his vomit.

Shao Qihan finally recalled some common sense. While taking out a bottle of purified water from the item slot in the car door, he patted Murong Jiu's back and coaxed in a low voice: "Just spit it out, Ajiu, don't hold back." !"

"Your car...vomit—" Murong Jiu was still worried that he would dirty Shao Qihan's car, but he couldn't hold back and vomited again.

"It's all like this." Shao Qihan looked at his naked half thigh and the horrific transmission and other in-car devices, helplessly unscrewed the pure water and handed it to Murong Jiu, sighed deeply: "And this It's Ajiu's car."

In the beginning, Shao Qihan arrived at Murong's house with a driver, and when the driver left, he naturally drove the car away. The two of them were driven by Murong Jiu when they traveled these two days, so Shao Qihan was naturally a comfortable passenger until Today, in order to find Murong Jiu, Shao Qihan didn't have a car to use, so he took the lock of Murong Jiu's car and put it in his room, and drove out of the garage. This car originally belonged to Murong Jiu.

"Gudu——" Murong Jiu raised his head, took a sip of water, rinsed his mouth, then lay down on the open car window and lowered his head to spit it out. After repeated several times, he felt that the smell in his mouth was not so strong anymore. .

"Let's go back first." Murong Jiu said weakly on the chair.

Shao Qihan quickly pulled out a tissue from the paper box, barely wiped the area around the transmission, closed the door and started the car.

The cold but fresh cold wind poured into the car from the wide open window as the car drove. Shao Qihan glanced at Murong Jiu who was leaning on the armchair with his eyes half closed. After thinking about it, he closed the window on the right. Still no response to this.

The car drove steadily and quickly, and soon arrived at Murong's villa.

After a lot of tossing, Shao Qihan finally helped Murong Jiu, who was still a little conscious, out of the car. The two stumbled through the garden and walked into the villa, and then climbed up the stairs with difficulty.

"What's wrong, young master?" Uncle Dai who heard the sound asked in surprise, he was standing on the first floor with his back bent and looking up anxiously.

"It's okay, Uncle Dai." Shao Qihan turned his head while supporting Murong Jiu and said, "Ajiu, he drank a little bit, and he's a little drunk now."

Only then did Uncle Dai feel relieved, and kept muttering: "Be careful at such an age, drinking is a mistake!"

"Yes!" Shao Qihan nodded to Uncle Dai, and said loudly, "Uncle Dai, you can go to rest, and I will take care of Ajiu!" Upstairs, Shao Qihan didn't care whether the old butler listened to him and went to rest, but he wholeheartedly helped Murong Jiu into his bedroom.

"Did you hear that? Drinking is a waste of time!" Shao Qihan, who was pulling, tugging, pushing, supporting, and supporting, also began to mutter: "What do you think? Is it better?"

"It's...ok..." Murong Jiu said angrily.

"I'll help you take a bath, this smell!" Shao Qihan didn't even have to smell it deliberately, a smell of alcohol mixed with the smell came to his nostrils, he swore that this was the first time in his life that he was in such a bad situation The source of the odor is not left behind.

"...Mmm..." Murong Jiu shook his head indiscriminately, and hummed vaguely.

Shao Qihan dragged Murong Jiu to the bathroom of the master room. He placed Murong Jiu on the sink so that his back was against the mirror, then squatted down and took off Murong Jiu's shoes and socks first.

"A man who doesn't have foot odor..." Shao Qihan stared at the white socks in his hand, and threw the two pairs of socks together with the pair of valuable leather shoes that took up a lot of vomit with a flick of his hand. He straightened up, and began to peel off Murong Jiu's strange-smelling coat again.

"Your feet stink?" Murong Jiu's pale face looked extremely soft under the light yellow light, he obediently cooperated with Shao Qihan's fingers to take off his coat and jacket, and raised his neck to let the other party unbutton his shirt.

Shao Qihan frowned while unbuttoning the white button, and said viciously: "A man without beriberi is not a man."

"Your feet stink?" Although Murong Jiu can now talk to Shao Qihan fluently with his eyes open, he obviously hasn't sobered up yet. He focused on the hair swirl on Shao Qihan's head, and repeated: "You have stinky feet?"

Shao Qihan bent down and fiddled with Murong Jiu's belt, the belt buckle opened with a soft "click", he pulled the steel buckle and pulled the belt out, Shao Qihan flicked it again, the black leather belt So I flew and went with the white socks.

"Of course it will stink if you sweat." Shao Qihan couldn't help but rolled his eyes. He bent his arms around Murong Jiu's waist, and pulled Murong Jiu's trouser collar with both hands. On the sink, Shao Qihan couldn't tear off the sturdy trousers no matter how hard he tried.

"Honey, can you get up?" Shao Qihan raised his head and said to Murong Jiu with a friendly expression, but his voice already had a hint of depression involuntarily.

Murong Jiu obediently moved her butt/butt which was firmly attached to the tile, and asked back with confused eyes: "I don't sweat, do you often sweat?"

It wasn't until this moment that Shao Qihan really realized that Murong Jiu was still in a state of drunkenness. He smiled wryly and couldn't help but take off Murong Jiu's pants while saying, "Yes, I sweat a lot."

"So your feet stink?" Murong Jiu asked persistently, like a mentally handicapped child.

"Yes, yes..." Shao Qihan stood up and said a few perfunctory words indiscriminately. He folded his arms and took two steps back to look at the result of his tossing for a long time - a Murong Jiu in gray cashmere underwear, nodded and said: "Okay, what's left?" Take it off yourself, I'll go out first?"

This sentence seemed a bit complicated, so Shao Qihan was lucky enough to watch how a mentally retarded person understood what others said.

Murong Jiu didn't respond to the second half of the sentence at first, he seemed to be immersed in the interesting proposition of "the relationship between sweating and foot odor". After about half a minute, he slowly raised his eyebrows. frown.

Murong Jiu frowned, tilted his head, put his hands on his lap obediently, and looked at Shao Qihan very, very confused. After another minute or so, he seemed to understand this sentence, and slowly let go He frowned, and slowly straightened his head, so that his neck and shoulders formed a precise ninety-degree right angle.

Shao Qihan watched Murong Jiu's series of changes with great interest, feeling relieved in his heart.

It seems that even though Ajiu is drunk, she can still understand what she is saying!

As soon as Shao Qihan was relieved, he clapped his hands and prepared to turn around and leave. To be honest, he was fortunate enough to have endured a lot of "nectar" from Murong Jiu, so the smell on him at this time was also "wonderful".

To be honest, he looked at Murong Jiu in front of him, his heart was thumping violently.

That layer of underwear, which is not too thin, really wrapped Murong Jiu's whole body, but no matter how thick the underwear is, it is also a close-fitting fabric, and it will definitely not be able to wear the effect of a down jacket. The radians and all kinds of curves/lines were all exposed and exposed in Shao Qihan's sight.

What's more, there are clavicle/bones exposed/out, feet and so on. Although these are not parts that cannot be exposed, Shao Qihan is terrified to see them.

Shao Qihan swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and almost rushed out of the bathroom as if fleeing.

But Murong Jiu, a mentally handicapped child, successfully stopped Shao Qihan.

"You want to go???" Suddenly there was an earth-shattering scream from behind, and Shao Qihan was so scared that his heartbeat stopped at this moment. Shao Qihan turned his head quickly, and saw Murong Jiu, a fierce tiger descending the mountain, pounced on him.

"What are you doing???" Shao Qihan stared at a pair of dead fish eyes and was pressed to the ground by Murong Jiu. His head was hit by something so hard that his tears of pain were about to burst out. Shao Qihan desperately did it on the bathroom floor. Taking a backstroke position, he yelled, "You're crazy!!!"

"You have to go!!!" Murong Jiu worked harder than Shao Qihan, he rubbed the flesh on Shao Qihan's cheeks vigorously with both hands, hot tears fell on Shao Qihan's face, and then flowed Putting it into Shao Qihan's nostrils and mouth, he cried out with sobs: "Don't leave...I'm left with you alone...What should I do if you leave?!"

At this time, Shao Qihan could not hear what Murong Jiu was crying. He was dizzy to death, his eardrums were shaking to death, and he couldn't breathe slowly due to the pressure of the big man Murong Jiu. He gritted his teeth and stretched his waist hard. / Sitting up, I finally got rid of the terrible situation that was one step away from coma.

Murong Jiu was still holding Shao Qihan tightly, he wiped his snot and tears away from Shao Qihan, and his thermal underwear, which was originally clean, also got a lot of filth.

"Father doesn't like me, mom doesn't want me anymore, grandpa doesn't belong to me, and she doesn't like me either, I'm the only one left now, woooooo—" Murong Jiu looked miserable like a famous cabbage, Sobbing and sadly telling about his plight.

"I..." Shao Qihan regained his breath and finally heard what Murong Jiu was talking about. He sat on the ground and leaned against the wall and said weakly: "I will never want you..."

"Really?" Although Murong Jiu had a brain problem, he obviously had good hearing, and he reacted quickly to what he wanted to hear. He slowly let go of Shao Qihan's arm, and stared at Shao Qihan with tears in his eyes. asked suspiciously.

What is this all about? !

"Really!" Shao Qihan lamented in his heart, but raised a hand without hesitation to swear: "Shao Qihan will never leave Murong Jiu."

Murong Jiu stared intently at Shao Qihan's firm hand again, bit her lip and fell silent.

Shao Qihan's hands were sore, and the resolute and serious eyes like Dong Chengrui's bombardment bomber disappeared with the passage of time. He put down his hands sullenly, thinking to himself——I swear to the drunkard Ajiu, He can't understand again!

As soon as Shao Qihan put his hand down, Murong Jiu raised his hand.

"Pull hook!" Murong Jiu stared at Shao Qihan with wet eyes, his expression clearly conveyed the message "I won't trust you easily".

Shao Qihan looked at the crooked, well-defined, man's little finger in front of him, and he was completely infatuated.

What the he/mother/ is this all about? !ah? ?

The author has something to say: The image of the male god Ajiu is shattered_(:з"∠)_