The canine boyfriend is sticky and fierce

Wen Liang went back to work in the afternoon. Feng Baobao came out of the lounge and saw him sticking to him, "Wen Liang, where have you been? I haven't seen you all afternoon, and I haven't responded to WeChat."

Wen Liang dodged his wrist that was trying to hook his neck, and replied, "I didn't hear it when my phone was on silent."

"Okay then." Feng Baobao didn't take it seriously, and suddenly smelled a very fragrant smell on his body, and unconsciously leaned towards his neck to distinguish what it was.

"Baby." Wen Liang stretched out her hand to support his head, and said awkwardly, "Don't do such a strange move."

"Strange?" Feng Baobao frowned and backed away, his eyes were rarely serious. He looked at Wen Liang's dodging eyes and asked, "Wen Liang, you are a little different today."

Wen Liang thought of the photos he saw and what Wu Bai said, and he felt a little uncomfortable facing Feng Baobao who was too enthusiastic.

"It's nothing, I'm going to work soon, let's go." Wen Liang still decided not to say anything, in his heart, Feng Baobao has always been a very innocent child.

If he is really that kind of person, he doesn't necessarily have thoughts about himself, so he can't jump to conclusions.

Feng Baobao hummed in a low voice, paying more attention to Wen Liang's reaction.

After a few days in a row, he will consciously avoid all his intimate actions, he will not wipe the sauce on his mouth when eating, and even the parting hugs after get off work every day will gradually disappear. What's wrong with him?

Feng Baobao drooped his face in some distress, staring quietly at the back of the person who was picking up the meal.

Wen Liang sat over and saw that he had a grudge against Shala, the good leaves were poked into pieces by a fork, and couldn't help but care, "What's wrong with you, baby?"

Feng Baobao looked at him with some grievance and resentment, and said angrily: "I should be asking you what's wrong, why, you keep avoiding me."

After poking at the center, Wen Liang's face changed, and after thinking for a while, he pulled Baobao Feng to the toilet.

After making sure there was no one inside, Wen Liang said, "I didn't mean to hide from you on purpose, it's just that your actions are too intimate..."

"So." Feng Baobao raised his eyebrows and asked calmly.

Wen Liang hesitated again and again, and said carefully, "Are you GAY?"

Feng Baobao was startled, his lips parted slightly, and finally said calmly: "Yes, I am, so this is your reason to avoid me?"

He was so frank that Wen Liang felt a little narrow-minded, "No, it's just that I personally can't accept too close behaviors of the same sex."

He remembered that the last time he said such a thing was to Wu Bai, the hurt and angry eyes of the other party were vivid in his memory, which made Wen Liang more cautious when he said such a thing again.

Feng Baobao sighed, the look in his eyes was dark and unclear, "You are indeed very similar to my brother, and you have exactly the same attitude towards homosexuality..."

"My brother has been a three-good student since he was a child. He has a gentle and friendly temper. He is very popular at home and at school. He has a good friend from kindergarten to middle school. The two have been inseparable since they were young. That friend gradually fell in love with my brother.

As a child who grew up in a rural feudal family, at first his elder brother could not accept or understand this feeling.

With the entanglement between the two, the elder brother gradually felt that he had changed. He didn't want to lose his friend, so he broke through the psychological difficulties and was with his friend. "

Speaking of this, it should have been a beautiful story of hard work and reward, but Feng Baobao showed a look of pain on his face.

"They kept dating in secret until one day, when the incident was revealed, curses and pointers spread throughout the village. My father beat my dear brother to pieces, and my mother sent him to the hospital with indifference and alienation.

But how can liking someone be a disease? Under the double torture of spirit and body, my brother became depressed, and in the dead of night, he lay down at the bottom of the lake at the east end of the village. "

Feng Baobao's body trembled, two lines of tears flowed from the corners of his eyes, and the voice in his throat was filled with self-blame and trembling, "If I wasn't only 12 years old at the time, if I knew what liking is, I would be able to accompany you Brother together, tell him that there is nothing wrong with liking someone, but it just so happens that the other person is also a boy, and it is the parents who are wrong! It is the prejudice of not agreeing!"

Wen Liang hugged the hysterical Feng Baobao anxiously, and patted him on the back. This 22-year-old boy burst into tears after ten years of pain and self-blame.

"Wen, Wen Liang, if my behavior makes you hate...I will change...don't leave me like a brother...I really miss him..."

Wen Liang felt sour when she heard his words. She didn't know that circle before, but now it seems that they need understanding and support very much. When the public doesn't agree, those sincere feelings are so fragile and cautious.

I was wrong. Love is the most sincere and beautiful thing in this world. It is not hindered by age, appearance, rich or poor, and why should it be bound by gender?

"Baby, it's my fault." Wen Liang helped him wipe away his tears, his sensual face was soaked red with tears, and his tearful appearance looked like a puppy afraid of being abandoned.

Feng Baobao looked away in embarrassment, but still couldn't help sobbing, "Leave me alone for a while."

Wen Liang nodded, and carefully helped him close the door, guarding the door to prevent others from entering, maintaining the self-esteem of a 22-year-old boy.

After that, Feng Baobao didn't act too intimately, and still liked to be a cute child in front of Wen Liang. Wen Liang believed that he just regarded himself as a close brother, and the relationship between the two was very harmonious. As for what Wu Bai said , Wen Liang felt that he was thinking too much.

Tomorrow Saturday, I made an appointment with Feng Baobao to go out for a winter barbecue. Today, Wen Liang took advantage of his lunch break to check his balance at the bank. It was only 70 yuan, which was all his savings this year.

After Wen Liang got off work, she immediately bid farewell to a few friends, took a taxi and rushed to the business district in the south of the city.

The car parked at the edge of a square, Wen Liang got out of the car, tightened his clothes, pulled the scarf around his neck, took advantage of the cold wind through the open square at night, and walked towards an office building.

Wen Liang walked into the somewhat familiar elevator passage, pressed the button leading to the 10th floor, and just as the elevator door was about to close, a yellowish-skinned hand stopped him.

Wen Liang hurriedly pressed the door open button, and a shrewd man, about 35 years old, walked in with a briefcase between his hands. His eyes were like a cunning fox, revealing his calculations all the time.

The man smiled at Wen Liang to express his thanks, and glanced at it, but there was no button.

Wen Liang responded and closed the elevator door.

The confined space felt very oppressive, and Wen Liang had just walked for a while, and his body was a little hot, so he took off the scarf, revealing a white and smooth neck.

The other gaze in the elevator was ambiguously and darkly staring at that neck, that gentle and delicate side face when no one was paying attention.