The gentleman, he is spoiled

However, he searched around and didn't find Wen Liangcheng's computer. He used to put the computer casually in the living room, but today he couldn't find it anywhere. It seems that he took his words seriously and hid the computer.

Qiao Huan couldn't help chuckling, he was just talking, but he wanted to scare him.

He glanced at the time, it was almost nine o'clock, he had no choice but to open the door and go in to wake up Wen Liangcheng, but the bed was neat and empty.

Qiao Huan leaned against the door frame, frowned and thought, when did this kid leave? Could it be that he was really frightened by what he said?

But the more he looked at it, the more he felt that something was wrong. The main reason was that the bed was so tidy and clean, there was no quilt or pillow.

Qiao Huan tilted his head, and his eyes gradually moved down to the floor next to the bed. He narrowed his eyes and slowly approached, looking at someone who was sleeping soundly on the floor with the quilt wrapped around him.

With a dark face, Qiao Huan squatted beside Wenliangcheng, suppressing his anger, and said in a gloomy voice, "Wen-liang-cheng"

Hearing this familiar voice, Wen Liangcheng didn't even have time to open his eyes, so he sat up with his messy hair, hugged the quilt tightly, and said in a daze, "Huan, brother Huan, am I not counting on the bed now? You, you can't throw my computer..." The voice became smaller and smaller

Qiao Huan: "..."

After a long time, in his understanding, as long as he is not sleeping on the bed, he is considered to be awake?

Seeing someone who fell asleep again without saying a word, Qiao Huan laughed angrily, but even through the quilt, the floor was always cold.

Qiao Huan changed his posture, and was picked up from the floor directly. He wanted to put him on the bed, but Wen Liangcheng's head swayed to the left and right, and finally leaned comfortably on Qiao Huan's chest, still unconscious Gently rubbed twice, like a kitten.

The smile in Qiao Huan's eyes deepened, he held Wen Liangcheng in a comfortable position and turned around to sit on the bed, with the corner of the quilt dragging on the floor.

Wen Liangcheng was sleeping regardless of day or night, and he had the habit of hugging the quilt, so he rubbed his furry head from Qiao Huan's chest to his shoulders, and wrapped his two slender arms directly around Qiao Huan's neck. The claws wrapped around Qiao Huan like a fish.

Qiao Huan's body was a little hot, so he covered Wen Liangcheng with the quilt, lightly bumped Wen Liangcheng's head with his head, and asked in a calm voice, "Say, did you sleep on this cold floor for the whole night last night?" night?"

Wen Liangcheng hummed unconsciously: "The quilt...it won't be cold if you spread it on the floor, Brother Huan...I'm not afraid to come, but...I'm not on the bed anyway... ..wouldn't...make him angry"

Qiao Huan laughed, stretched out his hand to rub Wen Liangcheng's messy hair, and put it against his ear tip, his breath was a little hot: "Little friend, you slept on the floor all night, that's what really pissed me off."

Wen Liangcheng frowned, feeling his ears were a little itchy, and he felt as if he was sleeping on a big heater, the heat was a bit uncomfortable, these feelings made him wake up slowly, the familiar scent of grass and trees penetrated into his nose, and his chin hurt a little .

But gradually he began to feel that something was wrong. When did his pillow hurt his chin? He rubbed his eyes and raised his head. When he opened it, he saw a smiling face full of spring breeze.

Wen Liangcheng was stunned for a few seconds, and suddenly began to flip through the quilt in his arms in a hurry, and finally took out his... laptop from the quilt, hugged it tightly in his arms, and his small eyes were full of seriousness. : "Brother Huan! I promise this is the last time I stay in bed! Don't throw it away..."

Qiao Huan shook his head helplessly, no wonder he couldn't find it no matter how hard he tried. It turned out that he had slept with his computer all night, so he hugged him up again, smiled and nodded: "Okay."

Seeing that Qiao Huan wasn't angry, Wen Liangcheng also breathed a sigh of relief, but he always felt that something was wrong, what could it be?where?

It was only then that Wen Liangcheng realized that he was sitting on Qiao Huan's lap, no wonder he always felt his butt hurt.

Afterwards, Wen Liangcheng's dark pupils gradually trembled, and his face burst into red. He quickly got off Qiao Huan's body in fright, his hands and feet were a little uncoordinated, and he was tripped by the quilt under his feet and staggered. Not daring to look at Qiao Huan, he stumbled and said, "Brother Huan, I, I didn't do it on purpose!"

Qiao Huan pushed his glasses calmly, and raised the corners of his mouth: "Didn't you climb on me on purpose?"

"Really, I'm right, I'm sorry." For the first time, Wen Liangcheng felt that he was so dishonest in his sleep!

Qiao Huan raised his eyebrows calmly, and smiled politely: "You don't need to apologize, I don't care, anyway..." Qiao Huan paused.

"Anyway, what?" Wen Liangcheng said cautiously

"Anyway, you are very light, and I don't think I will feel tired even if I hold you all night, how about I try it someday?" Qiao Huan held his chin with a serious face.

Wen Liangcheng's eyes were a little erratic, and his face was red. He hugged his computer and clothes secretly, pulled the corners of his mouth and forced a smile: "Huan, Brother Huan, I'm going to be late for school, so I'm leaving first" said After finishing, he ran out of the bedroom without even daring to turn his head.

Qiao Huan stroked his chin and nodded. It turns out that the word "late" is still used by children...

After class, Wen Liangcheng went to the library. The library of Beijing University has a very good environment and a wide range of books. Every time he comes, he can stay quietly until the library closes. Moreover, the library of Beijing University aims to make students feel relaxed. Lord, there are also several revolving stairs, where you can sit on them and study and read at will.

But Wen Liangcheng likes to sit between two bookshelves, the small space makes him feel very comfortable, the most important thing is that it won't attract other people's attention, he likes and is used to staying in the corner.

He found a famous foreign novel and sat cross-legged on the floor, gently leaning against the bookshelf. When he is not studying computer-related content, he likes to read some foreign classics, which is considered relaxing for him. It is also equivalent to his extracurricular entertainment. Lu Qiubei always said that his life is really boring to death.

The afternoon sun is very gentle, warmly shining on Wen Liangcheng's hair, exuding golden soft light, quiet and beautiful like a painting, only the sound of hands turning the pages of the book can be heard, which is very pleasant to hear.

"Do you like to read famous foreign novels?" A very soft voice fell in my ear.

Hearing the sound, Wen Liangcheng raised his head. The person in front of him was wearing a pure white shirt with a button unbuttoned, his collarbone was vaguely exposed, his skin was fair, and his slender fingers pushed the frame habitually. The corners of the mouth are slightly raised, it is a smile that is more gentle than this golden sunshine.

"Why are you in a daze?" Qiao Huan tapped Wen Liangcheng's forehead lightly, and sat opposite him leaning on the bookshelf.

Wen Liangcheng touched his forehead nervously, his face was a little red: "No, it's nothing, Brother Huan, why are you here?"

Qiao Huan was holding an exquisite glass box, inside which were neatly placed a few small cakes that looked good: "Here are some delicious treats for the children." Qiao Huan knew that Wen Liangcheng didn't eat breakfast, so he wouldn't come here at noon. When he went to the school cafeteria, he wanted to make some staple food, but he heard from Xu Nan that Wen Liangcheng likes to stay in the library in the afternoon, and he stays all afternoon. In a place like the library, after much deliberation, it is better to bring some small cakes Sure, kids like to eat sweets anyway.

He pushed the box in front of Wen Liangcheng: "I made it, chocolate flavor, very sweet"

"You made it yourself?" Wen Liangcheng looked at the small and beautiful cake in front of him, a little surprised.

Qiao Huan nodded with a smile: "Try it"

Wen Liangcheng subconsciously licked his lips, picked up a piece and put it in his mouth. The sweet chocolate melted in his mouth together with the cake. It was a little bit bitter, just to relieve his tiredness. His eyes lit up, looking at Qiao Huan's There was a trace of admiration in the eyes: "Mmm! It's delicious, Brother Huan, would you like to try one?"

Qiao Huan looked at his hands holding the small box: "I can't move my hands, just feed me." After finishing speaking, he leaned forward and opened his mouth.

Wen Liangcheng twitched the corners of his lips, and muttered in a low voice: "Obviously you are too lazy to take it..." But he still picked up a piece and handed it to Qiao Huan's mouth.

Qiao Huan narrowed his eyes, and deliberately moved forward, not only catching the cake, but also Wen Liangcheng's fingertips holding the cake, biting it lightly with his teeth, and slowly licking the cake on his finger with the tip of his tongue. Chocolate, the gold-rimmed mirror frame reflects the light, just blocking the flash of desire in the eyes.

Wen Liangcheng felt the soft touch of his fingertips, itchy, but it was like an overcurrent, his body was numb, and two little red clouds climbed up on his face in an instant. After he reacted, he quickly withdrew his finger and lowered his head. Flipping the pages of the book in bewilderment.

Qiao Huan looked at the shy kid, and the smile in his eyes deepened. He looked at Wen Liangcheng with his chin poised, and licked the corner of his mouth: "It's really sweet, do you want to put less sugar next time?"

"You, whatever you want." Wen Liangcheng didn't look up, he was still flipping through the book, but his eyes were not on the book at all.

Qiao Huan decided not to tease the children anymore, he glanced at Wen Liangcheng's book, and asked, "You haven't answered my question just now?"

"What?" Only then did Wen Liangcheng dare to raise his head

"Do you like famous foreign novels?"

Wen Liangcheng nodded in response, closed the book in his hand, stroked the cover with his fingers, and said seriously: "Well, sometimes I watch some adapted movies, I always feel that I can feel a very elegant feeling in it. Romance, the text is plain but unforgettable, like ordinary love in life, but not like it, because it is very dreamy, very idealized, sad is too sad, happy is too happy, but this is also its charm. "

Qiao Huan listened very seriously, and looked at Wen Liangcheng with surprise and obsession in his eyes. He felt that his little friend was like a treasure that could never be developed. It was very precious, always unexpected and had a fatal attraction. …