Little boyfriend is cute and flirtatious

Fu Xingyun's lips touched a piece of softness, and then hit the firm teeth.

In his 19-year-old life so far, he has never had any relevant experience. He only instinctively opened his lips and put the other's upper lip in his mouth.

"Hmm..." Shen Mochen wanted to make a sound, but he blocked it.

Feeling that the person in front of him froze suddenly, and his palm was pushed onto his chest, Fu Xingyun held the back of Shen Mochen's head with one hand, and pressed the person against himself.

The lips of the two were pressed together hard, and there were no other thoughts in their minds.Fu Xingyun bit and sucked Shen Mochen's lips, and the tip of his tongue swept towards the smooth teeth.

There was a sudden pain in the lower lip, and the pushing force in his chest became much stronger. Fu Xingyun was pushed away vigorously, staggered two steps back, and leaned against the wall of the corridor.

They couldn't see each other's face in the dark, only heard each other's violent breathing.

Slightly flustered footsteps sounded from the opposite side, heading towards the courtyard.

The enthusiasm that was boiling just now began to cool down. Fu Xingyun wanted to call him back, but his voice was too hoarse to make a sound.

He braced against the wall and chased in the direction of the footsteps.

The lights in Aunt Mei's room on the second floor were on, and she was standing in the outer corridor with her clothes on. Seeing Shen Mochen coming out, she asked eagerly, "What's wrong? What happened?"

"It's okay, Aunt Mei." Shen Mochen's voice was hoarse, "It's probably a thief who was discovered by Xingyun before entering the room and ran away."

"Could it be..." Probably seeing Fu Xingyun who was following, Aunt Mei changed her words, "Are you all right?"

Shen Mochen looked back at Fu Xingyun, "It's okay! Aunt Mei, go to sleep, I'll find Zhuzi tomorrow, and let's take a look around together."

Aunt Mei returned to the room, the lights went out, and the two fell into darkness again.

"Brother..." Fu Xingyun said in a low voice.

Shen Mochen didn't stop, but his pace slowed down a bit.

"Where's the flashlight?"

"Oh, here." Fu Xingyun remembered belatedly, his left hand was still holding the flashlight firmly, and his knuckles were aching from the force.

After receiving the flashlight, Shen Mochen turned on the switch, went to the gate of the courtyard and carefully checked the lock, there was nothing abnormal.

"I...I heard that small door in the playground..." Fu Xingyun whispered.

The lightning flashed across his eyes, and Shen Mochen's movements paused.

He didn't say anything, turned around and walked towards the side door, with Fu Xingyun following behind him.

The small door at the back was indeed open, and the lock was forcefully pried open. The half-open iron door swayed slightly in the wind, and the half of the chain knocked lightly on the iron bar in the door, clanging.

"Over there in the kitchen...?"

"You don't need to look at the kitchen. The window over there is an alley, and people have already left."

"Oh!" Fu Xingyun raised his eyes to look at Shen Mochen, the flashlight reflected from the wall, slightly illuminating his face.

It seems that there is no expression of too angry.

He became bolder: "Then this door has to be locked, I always feel uneasy opening it. Or should I find a rope?"

"no need!"

Shen Mochen took two steps back. There were two bicycles leaning against the wall. They were already dilapidated due to the wind and sun, and a thick layer of dust had accumulated on the seats.

After some fiddling around, Shen Mochen had an extra small key in his hand.

He squatted down and took a long time to open an almost rusted wire lock on the front wheel of the car. He wound a few times in the gap between the small iron door and the door frame, and closed the lock.

The wind in the middle of the winter night was very cold, and the two of them only put on a down jacket over their pajamas. After standing in the cold wind for a long time, Fu Xingyun felt that his knees were numb from the cold.

"Ah!" Another gust of cold wind blew by, and he sneezed out.

He stretched out his hand to wipe the bottom of his nose, and the back of his hand touched his upper and lower lips, which was a bit sticky, and he couldn't help "hissing" out of a tingling pain.

Shen Mochen seemed to look up at him, said nothing, and walked back silently.

He stopped at the door of Fu Xingyun's bedroom.

Another gust of cold wind blew, blowing the trousers of the pajamas fluttering, and the chill came up from the trousers.

The two of them didn't move at all, letting the wind mess up their hair.

"Brother..." Fu Xingyun finally spoke, who knew that the moment he opened his mouth, the cold wind suddenly rushed into his mouth, causing a long series of coughs.

In the silence of the night, the sound of coughing felt particularly harsh.

Shen Mochen sighed, stretched out his hand to open Fu Xingyun's room door, and made a gesture: "Come in."

The doors and windows were tightly closed, and without the cold wind, people immediately felt warmer.

Shen Mochen turned on a small lamp beside the bed, and looked over by the light.

With just one glance, he frowned, and a trace of unknown emotion flashed in Taohua's eyes.

Fu Xingyun took a step towards him, and just as he was about to speak, Shen Mochen took two steps towards the door and said in a deep voice, "Wait here for a while, don't come out."

Fu Xingyun immediately stayed where he was, followed him to the door, and watched the door close again.

I don't remember what the weather forecast said, maybe a cold front will pass through tonight?

Outside the door, the strong wind gusts came and went, and when it blew through the window cracks, there was a sharp scream, like ghosts crying and wolves howling.

Fu Xingyun only felt that the wind was blowing on his heart, blowing the whole heart totteringly.

As long as Shen Mochen went out, he stood there for as long.

Amid such whistling sounds, the time inside and outside the room seemed to be out of place, and the lump of time wrapped around Fu Xingyun was especially sticky, stagnant as if reluctant to leave.

When the door finally opened, Shen Mochen's figure slipped through the door, and Fu Xingyun's whole body was already numb.

He watched in a daze as Shen Mochen poured a little warm water from the water bottle, took out two cotton pads from a bag of cotton pads, moistened them and held them in front of him.

He stared at the two wet cotton sheets in puzzlement, then looked up at Shen Mochen.

"The lip is broken."

"Oh." Fu Xingyun took the cotton pad and wiped it on his lips.

Shen Mochen watched silently for a while, sighed, turned around and took two more cotton pads, stood up after getting wet, held Fu Xingyun by the sleeve of his down jacket, let him sit under the lamp by the bed, and dragged a chair to sit on it. He is opposite.

The cotton pad was stained on the wound, causing a sharp pain, and Fu Xingyun frowned.

Shen Mochen's hand moved away for a while, and when he pressed it up again, the movement was much lighter.

The dim bedside lamp illuminated his face, there was no usual banter in his peach blossom eyes, and his eyes were serious.When I wiped it with my fingers, my eyes drooped, and my eyelashes cast long and slender shadows on my eyelids, showing no emotion.

After a while, he withdrew his hand, squeezed the blood-stained cotton pad in his hand, and was about to stand up.

"Brother..." Fu Xingyun grabbed his hand.

Shen Mochen didn't struggle, which gave Fu Xingyun a glimmer of hope: "I..."

"Take it as an accident just now, don't mention it again."

Fu Xingyun blinked, he could hear every word his brother said clearly, but when put together, he didn't know what it meant.

After a while, he murmured, "Why?"

"No reason, Xingyun, we are not suitable!"

The words I heard at the corner in the afternoon came back from the bottom of my heart, and Fu Xingyun blurted out: "You have something to solve, can't we solve it together?"

Shen Mochen was taken aback by what he said, and then understood.

"Since you've heard it all, you should know what my answer is."

"I don't understand, why can't you accept me?"

Fu Xingyun pulled the wound while speaking, and warm liquid slowly flowed down his lips.

Shen Mochen remained silent, took the unused cotton pad in his hand, and wiped off the blood for him.

"You said that you would not give up on me. You said that I am not a younger brother, not a tenth. I am Fu Xingyun. Why can't you accept me? Is there anything that can make you break your promise?"

"Xingyun..." Shen Mochen pressed the wound on his lip with a cotton pad, and stopped him from continuing, "I will solve my problem, but have you really thought it through?"

Fu Xingyun opened his eyes wide, and there were strong grievances and doubts in his black pupils.

Shen Mochen almost swallowed the words back, but still said cruelly: "Xingyun, you are still young and have no experience in love. It is normal to regard someone who can comfort and help you as your loved one."

"In the entertainment circle, all the emotions will be magnified by public opinion. When collaborating or firing CP, any slightest emotion will be discussed and replayed repeatedly by everyone. The feeling of being praised and blessed will make people think that they are in the Passionate love, these are all normal. After a long time, when you look back, you will find that this kind of feeling will gradually fade away. "

Is this what he thinks?Fu Xingyun thought, think I'm just a momentary gratitude and infatuation?

Unconvinced, he wanted to refute, but when the words came to his lips, he found that Shen Mochen had rejected all his reasons. No matter how much he emphasized his seriousness, it would only be regarded as an illusion.

During the silence, Shen Mochen had already opened his hand and walked to the door.

"Brother..." Fu Xingyun asked his last insistence, "Have you ever been even a little bit tempted by me?"

Shen Mochen pressed his hand on the doorknob, turned his back to Fu Xingyun, and remained silent for a long time.

When Fu Xingyun thought he would never answer again, he said in a hoarse voice, "No."

The door opened and closed again, a trace of cold air leaked in, wrapped around Fu Xingyun's ankles, and then went up, piercing into his heart.

He kept the posture of asking questions, and he didn't know how long it took before he moved his hands and feet slowly.

Taking off his pajamas and putting on his own clothes, Fu Xingyun opened the door. After looking at the room for the last time, he hesitated for a moment, walked back to the bed, put the down jacket over his clothes, and walked out.

Back at the small gate in the backyard, he glanced at the bicycle with the key hidden, but he couldn't think of a way to return the key after he went out.

Sure enough, a loser, he thought, unable to even get out of the house.

He laughed a little self-deprecatingly, and the silent laughter turned from mild to intense, until tears welled up from the corners of his eyes.

Why, why do you say that I just rely on your comfort, why do you say that my feelings are just an illusion, you are not me, and how can you judge whether I am sincere or not? ?

Fu Xingyun raised his hand to cover his eyes, and the down jacket on his arm still smelled of Shen Mochen, as if his brother was holding him and crying in his arms.

Fu Xingyun, you are really worthless!

He touched his face, took two steps back, stepped on the bicycle while rushing forward, and flipped over the wall nimbly.

Without looking back, he jumped off the wall and walked away.

In the last issue of Life Challenge, Lin Qianqian took Cheng Lin to experience the shooting scene of the online drama. The drama was a hilarious comedy invested by Luo Yun, and gave Cheng Lin a friendly performance. It was a true performance, and Cheng Lin was a little bit happy in.

During this live broadcast, Fu Xingyun was sitting in the living room of Pei Xucheng's house, filling his red wine glass.

Pei Xucheng sat across from him, and dared not speak out when he poured the wine.

Fu Xingyun's cell phone rang suddenly, and he glanced at the screen, it was Fu Cheng.

"Uncle, well, I'm fine, you said..."

Fu Xingyun stood up, took the phone and went to the balcony.Pei Xucheng hurriedly put the remaining half bottle of red wine back into the wine cabinet, and poured half of the wine in Fu Xingyun's glass for himself.

Fu Xingyun answered the phone for a long time before re-entering the living room, glanced at the half glass of red wine in his glass, and reached out to Pei Xucheng: "Bring the wine!"

"No," Pei Xucheng drank the wine in his glass in one gulp, "You've drank too much these days."

Fu Xingyun looked at him without saying a word, then shrugged, picked up the coat on the back of the sofa, and walked towards the door.

"Hey, okay, okay, you are my ancestor!" Pei Xucheng grabbed Fu Xingyun, pushed him to sit on the sofa, and took out the bottle of red wine.

"I said you too, isn't it just that you confessed to someone and they didn't agree? As for this?"

Fu Xingyun raised his hand to pour the wine: "What if it was you?"

Pei Xucheng lowered his head, really put himself in the shoes and thought about it.

"Damn it, I really can't bear it." He also poured himself a glass and took a long gulp.

Fu Xingyun smiled, and filled his glass with another half.

That night he turned out of the orphanage in the middle of the night and spent half the night on the river beach in the cold wind.

At dawn, he looked around in a daze, the orphanage was unwilling to go back, and the apartment in City A was so emotional that Fu Xingyun was not sure if he could stay there.As for the uncle, if Fu Cheng found out, he might be escorted back to Europe without further ado.

In desperation, he called Pei Xucheng.

The Pei family has a villa in Qinglian, and Pei Xucheng happened to live here during this time.

"You don't know, when I saw you that day, I thought I was dreaming!"

On that day, Fu Xingyun's whole body was filled with despair, his face was as white as paper, and his eye sockets were sunken.

"Actually, I think that this matter is not without a turnaround..." Pei Xucheng scratched his hair.

Fu Xingyun picked up the red wine glass, gently shook the liquid in it, and raised his eyebrows to look at him.

"Don't believe me!" Pei Xucheng said, "You said that you asked him the other day if he had ever been attracted to you, and he said no. But this is just verbal. When you usually interact, how many pairs of eyes look at you? Now, no one is pressing him by force, why should he treat you so well?"

"Didn't he say it?" Fu Xingyun smiled wryly, "A little bit of meaning will be magnified on the Internet..."

"If it's only a little bit of meaning, how good would it be when he treats you wholeheartedly?" Pei Xucheng's eyes widened.

"Can……"

"Xingyun, you were not like this before." Pei Xucheng took another sip of wine, "Do you remember when you practiced parkour? You suffered so many injuries and people misunderstood you, but you survived. You The parkour record in Rome has never been surpassed..."

"But that's..."

Where is the physical pain compared to the mental blow?

Pei Xucheng is still chattering: "Besides, if Brother Chen really wants to break up with you, he will withdraw from the recording of the next "Challenge". After all, if the relationship between you two is so embarrassing, this show cannot be filmed." It's gone!"

Just as Fu Xingyun was about to say something, the phone on the table vibrated suddenly.

He looked up, and there was a big word "Ying Gui" on the screen.

"Damn it, no way!" Pei Xucheng covered his mouth, "I can't, then...then..."

Fu Xingyun stared at the screen, stretched out half of his hand, but dared not drop it.

"You...will you take it?" Pei Xucheng's voice was a little trembling, and he kept scolding himself in his heart, calling you crow's mouth, calling you crow's mouth, what should we do now?

Fu Xingyun's hand hung in the air for a long while, and he didn't touch it until the vibration stopped.

Looking at the screen that was turned off, Fu Xingyun felt a tinge of happiness in his heart.

But Ying Dao persisted, and the phone vibrated again.

"You take it!" Fu Xingyun said with difficulty, and withdrew his hand.

"Me?" Pei Xucheng hesitated, but when he saw Fu Xingyun's appearance, he swallowed and pressed the speakerphone as if he was dead.

"Xingyun, are you busy these days?"

Listening to the beginning, the two were a little helpless. It was the same as asking "Are you there?" when chatting. They didn't know what the follow-up would be, but it made people nervous.

"Guide, tell me."

"Oh, I'm just asking... Hey whoever, bring me the personnel adjustment list!"

Personnel adjustments……

Fu Xingyun suddenly looked ashamed.

Pei Xucheng quickly took out his mobile phone, ready to call 120 at any time.

"That's right..." Director Ying didn't know what he was busy with, but suddenly there was no sound again, Pei Xucheng stood up anxiously, wishing he could get into his phone and drag Ying Feng out.

"Damn, I almost forgot what to say. That... Xingyun, I heard that you sponsor the Dakar Rally every year. Do you have the schedule for this year's race?"

As if I heard a "click" in my heart, a hanging thread was cut, and something fell down with a bang.

The heart seemed to stop beating for two beats, and after a while, it started beating rapidly again.

Without warning, big drops of tears gushed out of his eyes. He raised his hand to wipe his eyes, but it was of no avail. The tears flooded more and more, and his body began to tremble. In the end, he could only bend down and put the Face buried in arms.

"Xingyun, Xingyun? Are you listening?" Director Ying didn't hear the sound for a long time, thinking there was a problem with the signal, "Hey, can you hear me?"

Pei Xucheng let out a long breath, "Well, Director Ying, right? Xingyun has gone to check the match schedule for you, please wait a moment!"

"Oh, that's it," Director Ying replied, "Why don't we ask him to send me a WeChat message later."

"Okay, okay." Pei Xucheng thought about it and added, "Director Ying, I'm also a fan of your show, and I especially like Shen Mochen. You asked about Dakar, do you want Brother Chen to drive a racing car? !"

"Hehehe, the secrets of the heavens must not be leaked." Ying Dao habitually put on a pass, "But Mochen will be very handsome when he cooperates with Xingyun next time, just wait and see! Please support! Oh yes, you and Xingyun Say, send it to me quickly!"

The other person hurriedly hung up the phone, Pei Xucheng looked up at Fu Xingyun.

Fu Xingyun's eyes were red as if congested with blood, but his face was pale, with tear stains hanging on his cheeks.

"You..." Pei Xucheng opened his mouth, but couldn't say any comforting words, so he poured him another glass of wine.

"I won't drink anymore." Fu Xingyun stretched out his hand and pushed.

"Are you okay?" Pei Xucheng was a little worried, as the large characters of 120 were still printed on the phone screen.

"Heh..." Fu Xingyun actually laughed. He reached out and touched his cheek, wiping away all the remaining tears.

"Just now, I felt that I had already died once."

"Worst feeling, but that's all."

"My brother didn't avoid me, that's why he gave me a chance."

His voice was still as low as dust, but under the dust, something was different.

Fu Xingyun raised his eyes: "Does what you said before count?"

"Ah?" Pei Xucheng was dumbfounded, "What are you talking about?"

Fu Xingyun bowed his head and opened the chat records of the two, and found the message when Pei Xucheng begged him to participate in the variety show:

[This year's Dakar, I will invest half of it. 】

"Okay! I'll pay the money, I'll pay!"

As the end of the year approaches, there is a joyful atmosphere everywhere in City A. The glass windows on the street are already filled with Christmas and New Year's greetings, and cheerful songs can be heard wherever you go.

In the Little Red Flower Welfare Institute, the second batch of equipment had arrived, Shen Mochen hurried back from City A, and waited at the entrance of the alley with Zhuzi for the truck to come in.

Zhu Zi took out the cigarette case, took out a cigarette and handed it to Shen Mochen, who pushed him away, so he lit up and smoked himself.

Seeing the smoke rising, Shen Mochen leaned against the wall: "How are you doing recently? Over there at the repair shop."

The pillar was pulled out fiercely, and the cigarettes seemed to be reduced by nearly a quarter: "It's okay, it's winter, and there are few people who refit. A new shop opened at the intersection, and the boss has five people and six people. Always looking for trouble."

Shen Mochen turned his head to look at him: "Looking for trouble? Can it work?"

"Why not?" Zhuzi laughed, "Your Zhuzi brother is the little overlord of Qinglian North City, but he is just a ignorant turkey who thinks that if he has good equipment, he can grab business. If I don't trouble him, he should burn the incense."

Shen Mochen laughed: "Okay, I can rest assured that they all come from the same street."

Then he frowned: "Have you asked me what I told you last time?"

Breathing out a puff of smoke, Zhuzi looked at Shen Mochen who was standing aside: "I have asked many people these days, but no one found anything. Did you read it wrong that night? After all, it has been 'dead' for so many years, Maybe it won't come back."

Shen Mochen lowered his head: "I didn't see the body before, so I couldn't be sure whether he was dead or not. That person is too vengeful. If he was really let go, he would definitely not let it go."

As he spoke, he looked up at the mottled walls of the alley: "That person is terrible, you don't remember!"

Speaking of this person, Zhu Zi couldn't help shivering, "Let me inquire more! Aunt Mei, what are we going to do? The old, weak, sick and disabled in this yard, why don't I take the little one from the repair shop? Workers sent over to guard for a while?"

Shen Mochen didn't have any good ideas: "Okay, I'm going to shoot a variety show again in two days, so I'll have to work hard for you here."

While talking, the delivery cart had arrived at the entrance of the alley, the driver jumped out of the cart, and the two hurried up to meet him.

When the delivery came last time, because the alley was too narrow, it took a lot of effort to get the things in. This time it was the same driver, thin and small, looking a little dizzy when looking at the alley.

The driver spread his hands and asked them: "Just the two of you? You don't need to install the goods today, so you don't have an installer. We have to pick up so many things."

The back door of the carriage was opened, and inside were about thirty boxes of various sizes, which crowded the carriage to the brim.

"Hey, this can't be moved," Zhuzi called out after looking at it, "do you have a small cart in your car?"

The driver was helpless: "There is a small one, which can hold two or three boxes at a time..."

Before he finished speaking, there was a sudden sound of sudden braking, and a Toyota Coaster suddenly stopped not far from them.

The car door opened, and a group of big men jumped onto the road and rushed straight towards them.

The author has something to say:

I struggled for a long time, and the emotional line was stuck here. If I don't give everyone a happy result on New Year's Eve, I feel that I should fight.

So... add more today.Five minutes after this chapter is posted, the next chapter will come out.

Happy Chinese New Year everyone!Jingyun wishes everyone: the year of the tiger is full of power and good luck!

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