The gentleman, he is spoiled

The final was held within a few days. Beijing University asked for a total of four people, and the result was not surprising. Wen Liangcheng and Lu Qiubei were selected as the first place, and the remaining two were Cheng Lei and his group. The month-long training and selection has finally come to an end...

After leaving Hainan, Wen Liangcheng went back to the capital with Qiao Huan without going back to Binda. Anyway, he didn't have anything to clean up. Most of the things were in the apartment in the capital. It's all set up.

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"Qiubei, why don't you go directly to the capital with me." Wen Liangcheng put his hand on the handle of Lu Qiubei's suitcase, and gently hooked his fingers.

"I have to go home first. If I go directly to the capital, my mother shouldn't be in a hurry with me," Lu Qiubei said, "It will only take two or three days when I go back to clean up."

Hearing what he said, Wen Liangcheng couldn't say anything, so he could only nod in response, and the two of them pulled the suitcases and walked in opposite directions.

Before boarding the plane, Lu Qiubei struggled for a long time before sending Yin Shuyu a WeChat message

—I have entered Beijing University, and I will go to Beijing in two days

—Would you like to pick me up?

After the news was sent, he immediately put the lock screen of the phone in his pocket, and suddenly became very nervous. He probably felt his heart jumping into his throat when the phone vibrated now, but when did he become so hypocritical? Is the news in this style?

......

By the time they got off the plane, it was past eight o'clock in the evening, and it was almost completely dark.

Wen Liangcheng opened the door, the light in the entrance was on, and there was a familiar feeling of warmth. The layout was the same as before he left. The pink apron was still hanging on the wall of the kitchen. Wen Liangcheng couldn't help laughing, just thinking about it. Turning to look at the person behind him, he was carried to the shoe cabinet with his feet in the air.

"Brother Huan..." Wen Liangcheng put both hands on Qiao Huan's shoulders, and there was a little panic in his eyes.

Qiao Huan's hand moved down slowly, pinching his slender waist, gently rubbing the tip of his nose, and said in a low voice, "Finally home."

Wen Liangcheng blushed a little, "Let me go down first."

"Don't let go." Qiao Huan tilted his head slightly and grabbed his lips, reaching in from under his clothes, his movements became more and more bold and presumptuous.

Some intermittent voices came out of Wen Liangcheng's mouth, and there was a hint of lust in the soft milk voice, it was so delicate.

Hearing that, Qiao Huan felt dry|hot all over, wanting to ask for more, gradually changed from kissing to biting, holding the soft tip of his tongue and never letting go, until Wen Liangcheng's whole body was limp on him.

"Little friend, how can you say I like you so much." Qiao Huan whispered into his ear.

Wen Liangcheng panted unevenly and lay on Qiao Huan's shoulder, his face flushed, "Brother Huan...I feel bad..."

Qiao Huan glanced down at him with a smile, deliberately separated his legs, took a step forward with one leg, and barely touched him, "Tell me, why is it uncomfortable?"

"You...asked knowingly." Wen Liangcheng's voice was as low as a mosquito, but his legs subconsciously wrapped around Qiao Huan's strong waist.

"Let me help you, okay?" Qiao Huan hugged him directly with his hands on his thighs.

Wen Liangcheng frowned, the blush on his face became more obvious, even the end of his eyes were smudged red, to be honest with his current "situation", Qiao Huan hugged him like this, it was inevitable that he would meet him the belly of...

This feeling can be described as embarrassing from the beginning to the end!

Wen Liangcheng originally wanted Qiao Huan to put him down, but just as he was about to open his mouth, he kissed him again. He didn't even give him a chance to catch his breath. When he got to the bathroom, he put him on the sink and kissed him again, and then gradually moved down. , kissed his chin, neck, chest, Wen Liangcheng didn't even know when his pants were taken off.

He watched Qiao Huan slowly squat down, and vaguely guessed what he was going to do next.

"Huan...Brother Huan, no!" Wen Liangcheng pushed his shoulder.

"It's okay." Qiao Huan covered his hand, the desire in his eyes broke through, "Baby, I'm willing to do anything for you."

And then, Wen Liangcheng couldn't utter a coherent sentence smoothly, and the voice he spoke was so embarrassing and indignant that even he heard it...

The next morning, when Wen Liangcheng woke up, the seat next to him was empty, but he could hear the sound of the juicer coming from the kitchen.

Thinking of what happened last night, Wen Liangcheng looked like a boiled red shrimp again.

"Are you awake?" Qiao Huan leaned against the door frame with a toothbrush in his mouth.

"Hmm..." Hearing his voice now, Wen Liangcheng felt ashamed and wanted to crawl into the cracks in the ground.

"Go wash up first, and breakfast will be ready soon." Qiao Huan's speech was a little slurred because of brushing his teeth, Wen Liangcheng looked up at the toothpaste foam on his mouth, and the memory of last night played back in his mind more clearly, like a movie Yes, it made him dare not even look directly at Qiao Huan, and he was completely covered in the blanket.

"Why, are you still shy?" Qiao Huan chuckled.

"Brother Huan, stop talking..." Wen Liangcheng hid under the quilt, his voice muffled.

"Okay, okay, I won't say anything," Qiao Huan smiled even more cheerfully, "but hurry up and wash up and have breakfast, and I'll pick up Binary later."

Hearing these words, Wen Liangcheng let himself out of the quilt, his eyes lit up, "Where is it now?"

"My house." Qiao Huan said.

Wen Liangcheng got out of bed in a hurry, got into the bathroom and began to brush his teeth and wash his face. After a hurried breakfast, he dragged Qiao Huan out, but when he got there, he was dumbfounded.

There is a single-family villa in front of me, which belongs to the kind of very old-fashioned, needless to say how grand it is, but the decoration is quaint and very sensual. There are two people standing at the door. When they see Qiao Huan's car, they rush to greet him. Come up and open the door.

"Third Master" the two called out respectfully.

Qiao Huan nodded, handed the car keys to one of them, then took Wen Liangcheng's hand and walked inside, but Wen Liangcheng stood still.

"What's wrong, kid?" Qiao Huan asked.

"Are your parents also inside?" Wen Liangcheng became nervous.

"Well," Qiao Huan nodded, "This is our old house. My parents don't want to live in the city because they find it too noisy, so they've been living here."

When Wen Liangcheng heard this, he was even more nervous and had nothing to say. He originally thought that Qiao Huan's home was referring to the home where he lived alone. Who would have thought that it was his parents' place? How to deal with this, his father How did mother accept that her son was with a boy? No matter what the news, this news was at the level that would make the family faint.

"Brother Huan...how about...I'll wait for you outside." Wen Liangcheng broke away from Qiao Huan's hand.

"It's okay, isn't there me? What are you afraid of?" Qiao Huan stroked his hair and took his hand again and walked home.