The gentleman, he is spoiled

"My dad is a murderer."

Wen Liangcheng's tone was very flat, but it was colder than the cool wind at night.

Qiao Huan was stunned for a moment, perhaps he had endured far more than he thought.

He didn't say anything, just smoked in silence.

"Aren't you going to comfort me?" Wen Liangcheng turned to look at

"I know you don't need it," Qiao Huan shook his head and leaned on his shoulder, "It's enough to be with you."

Wen Liangcheng smiled, but with a smile, tears flowed down his chin and into his neck, and he held Qiao Huan's clothes tightly.

"My dad had an accident when I was ten years old. Since then, I have heard all kinds of comfort, and seen countless pity my eyes, distant relatives, neighbors, strangers, I was really I naively thought that the world was kind to me, but my distant relatives never cared about me, the neighbor’s children pointed at me and scolded me as the child of a murderer, a small murderer, and strangers just became strangers "Wen Liangcheng raised his hand and looked at the stars through his fingers, "Qiao Huan, how ironic do you think this world is."

"It's not irony, it's reality." Qiao Huan clenched his fists, his nails dug into his flesh. When he saw Wen Liangcheng for the first time, he felt that such a clean child must be pampered and protected by his family When he grew up, his smile was pure and spotless, but he didn't expect that his little friend had already experienced the indifference of human nature in this world. He just pretended to be too happy because he was used to facing everything alone. .

Only now did Qiao Huan understand that Wenliangcheng's social phobia was not because he was protected too well, but because he was hurt too deeply.

"You will have me in the future."

"I know."

......

In the early morning of the next day, Wenliangcheng rarely woke up earlier than Qiao Huan. He wanted to get out of bed to take a shower, but found that his hands were tightly held by Qiao Huan, and his palms were sweating. He smiled, feeling that even the air had become sweet

"Brother Huan." Wen Liangcheng lay on Qiao Huan's chest and called softly.

"Well...here," Qiao Huan replied in a daze.

Wen Liangcheng was a little surprised, "Are you awake?"

No sound.

"Brother Huan?" Wen Liangcheng called again tentatively.

"Well... yes..." Qiao Huan agreed again vaguely.

Wen Liangcheng was taken aback for a moment, then slowly laughed, "How lucky am I to meet you."

In fact, after these few movements, Qiao Huan also woke up slowly. After opening his eyes, he saw Wen Liangcheng staring at him with his chin and smiling. Why are you staring at me in the morning?"

"I was wondering why my boyfriend looks so good-looking even with swollen eyes." Wen Liangcheng said.

"My...eyes are swollen?" Qiao Huan immediately regained his energy.

"Yes, did you cry last night?" Wen Liangcheng stared at him slyly.

"How...how could it be!" Qiao Huan lifted the quilt and was about to get out of bed, touching his glasses to put them on.

In fact, to be honest, it seemed that he was crying all the time last night. I didn't see Qiao Huan crying. No matter how bad he was, he just shed a few tears. Why did his eyes swell like this.

But what he didn't know was that after he fell asleep in the middle of the night, Qiao Huan held his hand and cried for two hours, but no one would know about it except Mr. Qiao and God .

"Brother Huan, where are you going?" Wen Liangcheng grabbed him.

"Go make you breakfast." Qiao Huan lowered his head, still covering his eyes.

"I'll go too." As Wen Liangcheng said, he climbed onto Qiao Huan's back with both hands and feet, wrapping his legs around his waist.

Qiao Huan supported him with his hand, "Go wash up first."

"Let's go together." Wen Liangcheng put his arms around his neck and said nothing to let go.

There was no other way, Qiao Huan had no choice but to carry him to the bathroom first, but the process of the two of them washing up was done in this posture.

"So clingy?" Qiao Huan asked with a smile.

"Don't let go." After finishing speaking, Wen Liangcheng slapped Qiao Huan hard on the face.

This time, Qiao Huanmei was devastated, and she wished that someone could kiss him on the bed, but thinking that he hadn't had a good breakfast for the past two days because of his mood problems, he decided to let him eat first.

"I like you," Wen Liangcheng smiled, his eyes curved, and he kissed him several times, "I like you, I like you, I like you."

Qiao Huan was stunned

Go fucking breakfast!

He carried someone behind his back to the nearest sofa, and after putting it down, he raised Wen Liangcheng's two arms, squeezed his wrists and pressed them on the top of his head, looking for soft lips, he kissed them down, the sound of lips and teeth entangled, separated and pressed together, Wen Liangcheng heard His face turned red, but after so many days of being sober, Qiao Huan finally wanted to eat meat.

"You recruited me," Qiao Huan said in a hoarse and eager voice the moment he left, "You will bear the consequences yourself."

Before Wen Liangcheng could catch his breath, he kissed again, biting so tightly that his lips and the tip of his tongue were numb.

Then Qiao Huan's gaze went downstream, and then he went around and touched the back of Wenliang City. He became more and more presumptuous, and wanted to ask for more and more.

"I want...you" Qiao Huan bit his ear, his voice was low, "I really want to."

Wen Liangcheng felt it...it wasn't too strong, and after realizing it, his eyes shook, "Wait...wait."

"What are you waiting for..." Qiao Huan even exhaled hot breath, let alone other places.

"Bai...don't promiserate during the day!" Wen Liangcheng was so anxious that he even pulled out the ancient text, just because his underwear was almost gone, "First... take it out first."

"What?" Qiao Huan asked with a smile.

"...your claws!" Wen Liangcheng looked like a boiled red shrimp.

"Where did you get it?" Qiao Huan asked.

"Qiao Huan!" Wen Liangcheng almost didn't come up in a breath of anger, "Can you... show some face!"

"If you don't want a face, you want something else." Qiao Huan kissed his red and swollen lips, "Is that okay?"

"This... no measures are prepared for this, what can I do!" Wen Liangcheng was about to burst into tears.

"Things can arrive at our house in 5 minutes, very timely." Qiao Huan looked up and down at him dangerously.

"I...I'm afraid of pain." Wen Liangcheng said the truth in his heart

"Trust me, it won't hurt." Qiao Huan coaxed.

"I... I'm underage!" Wen Liangcheng directly used his trump card.

As soon as these words came out, the fire in Qiao Huan's heart was immediately extinguished.

How could I forget this!

Qiao Huan let go of Wen Liangcheng's wrist depressedly, and put down the clothes he had lifted up for him. After putting on his trousers, he pinched his brows, "What do you want for breakfast?"

"Brother Huan, I think you'd better solve this first." Wen Liangcheng pointed at him with a suppressed smile.

"You still have the face to smile?" Qiao Huan narrowed his eyes, "Who caused this?"

"Hungry." Wen Liangcheng looked at him pitifully.

"I'll have someone deliver it to you first." Qiao Huan sighed

Wen Liangcheng smiled like a sunflower.

After Qiao Huan got up and left, Wen Liangcheng heaved a sigh of relief, patted his chest and leaned on the sofa. To be honest, he was really a little scared just now. He was really not ready for such a real knife and gun. He has already done psychological training, but at this point, he is still afraid. After all, he has learned a little about the two boys, and he heard that the one below will hurt very much the first time.

And just now, Qiao Huan was just a hand, he already felt the pain, what if...

Wen Liangcheng shook his head, no, no, let's study how to avoid pain first.