Boys can't shed tears easily

Jize came out of the convenience store with apple cider vinegar, and the small mid laner was already huddled into a ball in the corner.

As if he heard the sound of him pushing the door, Mu Bai raised half of his face, with a cloud of water in his eyes.

"How much? I'll transfer it to you." Mu Bai asked, his throat a little itchy.

Why remember to settle accounts all the time.

Ji Ze ignored that sentence, held Mu Bai's arm, and helped him up from the ground, his tentacles were so cold that he frowned.

Even if it has been exposed to moisture, this arm is still too cold.

Jize took out the car keys: "Let's talk in the car first."

Now the rain is a little lighter than before, Mu Bai took a deep breath, broke into the rain, and ran towards Jize's car.

The car has been remotely started through the control lock.

As soon as he opened the door, he could feel the heat pouring out of the car. Mu Bai stared at the exquisite and neat car interior and hesitated for a long time, and finally he was pushed into the co-pilot by Jize.

There was an obvious water stain on the dark seat, and the water on his body wet the seat.

"I'm sorry, I'll wipe it for you when the time comes." Mu Bai said in a low voice, his whole body limp down.

The buttocks only sat on a small piece of the sofa, and the eyes kept scanning the surroundings, as if looking for something.

Jize didn't even need to guess, he knew that he was looking for the legendary umbrella hidden in the car, and wanted to leave by himself.

"Don't look, where is the barbecue shop, I'll take you there." Jize said, and noticed the Band-Aid on Mu Bai's forehead.

A small piece of inch long, sticking to the delicate skin, there are still drops of water on it, which is not healthy no matter how you look at it.

He obviously met at the arena a few days ago, but he hasn't seen this gadget yet.

Jize subconsciously raised his fingertips and poked lightly on it.

Sensing his movements, Xiao Zhongdan raised half of his eyelids to look at him, only glanced at him, and then lazily lowered his eyes when he realized it was him.

Today's small mid laner doesn't look energetic.

The moment this thought popped into Jize's mind, he suddenly felt an unusual temperature under his fingertips.

It was cold to the touch at first, but soon, you could feel the abnormal heat behind it.

With the patter of rain outside the car window, the darkness in Jize's eyes deepened a bit.

"You have a fever?" Jize lowered his voice, his slightly low tone echoed in the small space.

Mu Bai pursed his lips, not daring to speak.

"I won't go to the store anymore. I'll take you home and change your clothes." Jize turned his head and started the engine indisputably.

"But..." Just as Mu Bai said something, Jize's face turned cold instantly.

The little mid laner suddenly lost his voice, and didn't try to reach out to grab the bottles of drinks.

He took a cautious look at Jize, obediently moved back to his seat, and carefully buckled up his seat belt.

She looked the same as before, obedient and obedient.

That's just watching.

Ji Ze lowered his eyes, the fuel engine let out a low roar, and the car broke through the rain and fog and sped away.

Jize knew this lap by heart, and the car drove very fast.

Like drag racing.

At first, Mu Bai tried to keep his spirits up, but he quickly turned his head to the side of the car window, and his eyelashes were slowly pressed down.

I don't know if it's because I'm tired or just lethargic.

Jize stopped in front of the red light, Xiao Zhongdan's cell phone vibrated, and there was an incoming call reminder with the word "coach" written on it.

For the convenience of searching, a prefix A is marked in front.

Ji Ze's eyes paused on the sleeping Mu Bai, with complicated emotions in his eyes.

He picked up the phone with one hand, opened the call casually, and lowered his voice: "Bugu?"

"Ah? May I ask who you are?" The person on the other side was obviously taken aback, and mumbled in a very low voice: "Did I call the wrong number?"

What about Mu Bai's familiar young voice?How did it become like this? ?

Moreover, Cuckoo always felt that the voice was a bit familiar.

Like where I heard it.

"It's raining so hard, he's all wet, and he's thinking about giving you something." Jize looked at the increasingly violent rain outside the window, and couldn't tell whether he was unhappy or teasing: "Well, it's really yours. Good boy."

"beep".

The phone hangs up.

Cuckoo held the phone, his eyes were blank.

What is this with what?

He saw that it was big outside, and was planning to tell Mu Bai not to come back, but to take a taxi back to the base by himself.

How could he be taught a lesson by a stranger in a weird way?

And who is this person? ? ?

The phone rang lightly, and several new messages were sent from Mu Bai's phone number.

[Mu Bai]: I will pick him up, if you are worried, come to this address to find me

[Mu Bai]: Location information

Cuckoo: "???"

The subway, the elderly, the mobile phone.

He just went out to buy a few bottles of drinks, how could he be picked up by a stranger, and he was so confident?

Just when Cuckoo was hesitating whether to call the police, one of the few conscious Yu Cheng came over and asked casually.

"what happened?"

"Mu Bai is gone." Cuckoo turned his head stiffly, and said in a miserable voice, "It seems that he was kidnapped."

Yu Cheng: "..."

He took Cuckoo's cell phone, read several messages carefully, and suddenly a strange look appeared in his eyes.

The most reliable in the team, and has always been known as the top support that will never make mistakes at any time, a rare look of astonishment flashed across his face.

"If I remember correctly, this address... should be Jize's home in Haicheng."

"Who?" Cuckoo thought he had an auditory hallucination: "What Ze?"

Ji Ze? ?

When Mu Bai was shaken awake, the car had already parked in the underground parking garage.

Looking up is a completely unfamiliar ceiling, surrounded by white paint with area signs, and one can tell at a glance that it must be a large-scale community parking lot.

Their UM club definitely doesn't have this kind of thing.

Sleeping in wet clothes didn't wake up his brain, Mu Bai felt his body was getting colder, he lowered his head and sneezed a little.

"Where is this place?" he asked, rubbing his eyes.

Jize clicked on the center console to open the car door: "My home."

Hearing this familiar term, Mu Bai was suddenly a little confused.

Ji Ze's house.

How...why did he run to Jize's house?

"Your UM is far away. It will take at least half an hour to go back. It's more convenient here." Jize leaned over to help the little mid laner who was stunned in place unbuckle his seat belt, but his wrist was suddenly grabbed.

The young man's palm was pressed against his wrist, and at the same time there was a sense of coolness and warmth. Ji Ze raised his eyes and looked at Mu Bai's face through the dim light inside the car.

Mu Bai's cheeks were a little red, but his lips were pale white due to lack of blood, and there were still bite marks on it that he didn't know when he made it.

"Are you unhappy?" Mu Bai's voice came to his ears, very shallow, like claws scratching at the tip of his heart, gently comforting the unhappy irritability in Jize's heart.

Ji Ze was indeed not happy.

The person he finally picked up in the rainy day had to go back in the rain to deliver drinks to the group of drunkards. He really wanted to open Mu Bai's head and take a good look at what was hidden inside.

Isn't it enough to take care of yourself, why bother with so many other people's things?

Mu Bai gripped his hands tighter, and his tone was full of guilt: "Actually, I have been practicing. You sent me the fitness card several times, but I haven't been able to practice well. Give me a little more time, and I will work hard." Take good care of yourself."

After he finished speaking earnestly, he swallowed lightly.

It is said on the Internet that J Ze's feelings are not obvious, but Mu Bai can easily see the displeasure on J Ze's face.

In many cases, he clearly knew that he was wrong, but the habit was almost engraved in his bone marrow, and he couldn't get rid of it at all.

Maybe this is the so-called country is easy to change, but nature is hard to change.

Especially for a mature adult, it is difficult to correct the behavior habits formed by more than ten years of life experience overnight.

But...he really worked hard.

Thinking of this, Mu Bai himself felt wronged, tears pooled in his eyes, and suddenly fell in clusters.

Nothing can stop it.

Obviously he was the one who apologized, but he was the one who cried first.

Mu Bai kept wiping his face with his arms, dripping water from his hands, and the tip of his nose turned pink.

It was the first time that he hated the physique of this body so much.

Silence permeated the small environment in the car, only his faint sobs could be heard, making it especially difficult.

Mu Bai almost held his breath in embarrassment, and after a while, he heard a low and hoarse sigh not far away.

"Don't cry." Jize said helplessly in his tone: "You offered to apologize, but you still cry."

Mu Bai turned his head and hid half of his face in the dark shadow of the car, so that Jize could not see it: "I can't help it... just leave me alone for a while."

Jize stretched out his hand, and with one hand he turned back the slightly hot face, and wiped away the teardrops from the corners of his eyes with his thumb.

When that drop of water fell, he felt that his bottom line was retreating again and again, and he could hardly find a trace.

What Mu Bai said is true, Jize knows.

The gym coach once called him and reported to him the training situation of the small mid laner. He always praised him for looking thin and small, but he always exceeded the tailor-made training tasks.

I even got blisters on my palms.

Jize didn't say anything, just got out of the car and dragged him out.

Mu Bai staggered forward a few steps, his body fell into his arms, and he could almost feel the heat from Jize.

The faint coolness and almost exhausted bitter smoke drifted through the nose together. Even though his forehead was still slightly burned, Mu Bai's face was still flushed uncontrollably, and his fingertips were also faintly hot.

His tears came and went quickly, and the tears had stopped, only the eye sockets were still red, as if he had suffered a great grievance.

How can I feel wronged by myself being told to cry?

Jize was so angry that he wanted to laugh, and patted Xiao Zhongdan on the shoulder: "Okay, let's go home."

Mu Bai hurriedly nodded.

With his head down, he followed behind Jize, watching the young man's slender and beautiful knuckles take out his room card and shine it, take the elevator, and go all the way up to the upper floors.

Only then did Mu Bai know that Jize also has a house in Haicheng, and he can see the blue sea not far away by opening the curtains, the price should not be a decimal.

The room was neatly decorated, and everything was so clean that it was more like a model house for display in a sales center than a house that someone lived in all year round.

After all, Jize usually lives in the JG base, and the number of times he goes home is even rarer. It is normal for the house to look unpopular.

Mu Bai felt that his clever mind was not affected at all.

Jize took his temperature and it was 37.5 degrees, but luckily it was just an ordinary low-grade fever.

"Go take a shower first." Jize pointed to the bathroom at the end, "I'll get you medicine."

On the sofa were the clothes he had prepared for Mu Bai.

The set of pajamas left over from before is much longer than Mu Bai's figure, so it must not be suitable.

But it can only be worn.

Mu Bai nodded, and suddenly remembered something, he pulled the bathroom door and poked out half of his head: "Well, I want to drink three nines."

The three nines are one of the few products that came to this world with the League of Legends, and Mu Bai was very relieved when he saw it for the first time.

This one is sweeter.

The water in the kettle gradually boiled, and the "gurgling" sound of boiling hot water could be vaguely heard in it, like countless small goldfishes that opened their mouths and spit bubbles.

Jize ignored him, but casually took out a standard green bag from the medicine box and put it next to the kettle waiting to be heated.

He did all this almost subconsciously, and when Jize reacted, the three nines had already been opened.

Jize has been lazy all his life, never thought that a cold was a serious illness, and he had never been so diligent in making medicine for himself.

The young man stared at the small plastic bag with his mouth wide open, and suddenly frowned, with a soft "tsk" sound on his lips.

Tears... are really a good thing.

The author has something to say: Recently, Kawen has been really stuck, and there are hundreds of millions of codes that cannot be displayed

As compensation, I changed to a beautiful and worry-free typesetting (x

感谢在2021-09-2420:00:00~2021-09-2619:22:47期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw mines: 260364412; 1 peach jam;

Thanks to the little angels of the irrigation nutrient solution: 10 bottles of Liushang, Feifei Feifei; 5 bottles of Zijin; 3 bottles of Lixi;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!