[Bottle Evil] Fantastic Leman

gone back. "I looked at the side face of Poker Face in a daze, and murmured, "How about I find a magazine to sell you for some money?" "

Poker bottle shook his head slightly when he heard what I said, and the corners of his lips curled up slightly, "No need. Wu Xie, take me home."

---------Zhang Qi Ling

I stood there without moving, watching Wu Xie's smile gradually stiffen, and finally let go of my hand and raised it above my head, and said in a muffled voice, "Brother, I was wrong..."

There was a hint of grievance in his tone.

I raised my eyebrows and looked at him, my light-colored eyes drooped slightly to look at the ground, and I glanced at me cautiously from time to time, a bit like a domestic pet trying to please its owner, and I was amused in my heart.

I don't seem to know how to eat people, but Wu Xie looks like he is worried that I will eat him.

Turning around and walking down the mountain, Wu Xie behind him quickly caught up, tilted his head slightly and carefully inspected my face up and down, and after a few repetitions, he lowered his head, pondered for a while, and said awkwardly, "That..."

I stopped and turned my head to look at Wu Xie. Wu Xie suddenly changed his face when his eyes met. He twitched the corner of his mouth and covered half of his face with his left hand to block my sight. A series of movements were done very smoothly.I froze for a moment, took two steps forward, and heard Wu Xie whispering softly.

"Shit my M...what the hell are you doing..."

M...

I was stunned, stopped approaching and turned my face away to hold back a smile. Looking at Wu Xie's appearance, I probably didn't realize that I had said what I thought in my heart. If I knew, I might dig a hole and bury myself immediately.

My gaze inadvertently swept over the right cheek that was not covered by Wu Xie. What Huo Ling did a few minutes ago clearly came to my mind. Xie turned his eyes in surprise.

The bottom of the light brown pupils is clear, and one can almost see their owner's heart through the eyes. The touch of the palm is warm and cool. Even if it is hit by the cold wind, there is still a trace of delicate warmth. The skin is very smooth, but It doesn't have the softness of a woman, but can feel the clear outline of a man through the skin.

Wu Xie's skin is very good, which is confirmed at first glance. His eyebrows and eyes are similar to his mother's, but his nose and lip shape have inherited his father's gentle and elegant scholarly temperament. It can't be regarded as such a beautiful and amazing appearance, but it is delicate and clean and very attractive. .

It's a look that makes you want to take a second look at one glance.

Once you notice it, you can never look away.

Wu Xie recovered from her daze, and moved her head stiffly as if trying to avoid my caress, but this refusal was so subtle that it could almost be ignored.Moving the palm to the trimmed and smooth chin, the index finger and thumb slightly restrained Wu Xie's movements.

"Hey, let me say, little brother..."

"Love yourself."

I interrupted Wu Xie before he had time to say it, and expressed my thoughts first, because the changes in those eyes were captured relatively clearly with my gaze.

The pupils constricted for a moment.

Wu Xie looked at me, as if he had pressed the still button for a long time without moving, and the cold, wet wind blowing around was blowing around. I moved my fingers and tried to warm Wu Xie's chilled cheeks with my palm, but I was caught by the sudden movement. interrupt.

Without warning, Wu Xie stretched out his arms to wrap around me, the warmth that enveloped me filled my whole body, and the cold wind that had enveloped my whole body before receded.

Only warmth remains.

The warmth that can melt into the blood.

The jump in the left chest was very fast, and the feeling of fullness in the arms affected this throbbing.

There is a void somewhere that is being filled.

Wu Xie took a deep breath, took a step back, stretched out his hand to caress my face, and gently slid it on the eyebrows and the corners of the eyes, his eyes were a little blurred, "Brother, the color of your eyes is really amazing, as pure as a baby's. The color of the eyes is black, don't they generally get lighter as you get older, why haven't you changed?" The voice seemed to be broken in the air, and the slightly warm touch at the corners of my eyes made me feel a little dazed.

I squinted my eyes and enjoyed the caress of the fingers that often held the neck of the shaker in my memory. I didn't answer Wu Xie's words. shoot.

Wu Xie let go of his hand suddenly, the lingering warmth between his eyebrows made his heart feel a little reluctant, his expression was in a trance for a while, the sudden gravity from the cuff woke me up, Wu Xie dragged me down the mountain Go, said quickly, "I didn't expect time to pass so fast. It's rare to come here and I want to visit the grottoes. Brother, you must have never seen it. It's not worse than Maijishan and Dunhuang, but today is I don't have time, if I don't go back, my mother should come to find someone with a kitchen knife, and I will bring you here next time when I have time, I will be a free tour guide, and it is definitely more exciting than those who spend money."

I was stunned for a while, and I responded, and quickly stepped forward to pull Wu Xie's hand backhand, the feeling wrapped in my palm was reassuring.

Wu Xie followed me for a long time without making a sound, and I could feel the sight on my face.

I don't dislike this kind of gaze, on the contrary, I like it.

"Brother, why don't we go back, how about I find a magazine to sell you for some extra money?" Wu Xie murmured words suddenly came from my ears, I was a little amused, shook my head and looked at the expression Wu Xie was a little dazed.

"No need. Wu Xie, take me home."

The. Fifty-third

---------Wu Xie

The three-day holiday after New Year’s Day is impossible for an active person like Old Itch to have a good rest. Today I will call my elementary school classmates and tomorrow I will call my junior high school classmates. It never stopped, and I was not allowed to bring a stuffy oil bottle to help block the wine, and I didn't care about the feelings of a person like me, who can't even drink as much as a woman, and I was almost unconscious every time I went home.

This tragic situation lasted for three days, and the holiday ended on the fourth day. I, a jobless vagrant, didn't even bother to move my toes at home.

Feel like you won't want to smell alcohol for a long time.

He sighed for a long time, ignoring the words of my mother who made fun of me "like an old man", lazily lay down on the sofa and turned over, reached for the remote control on the coffee table and turned on the TV for a while Changed the channel without a hitch, flipped through it a few times and found out that the only TV series that were not nutritious were commercials, then simply threw away the remote control and took out the phone, opened Weibo and Twitter in every possible way and read one by one.

Boyoufeng continued to work on his manuscript in my room, and he was not idle when I was dragged out for three days on New Year's Day. He seemed to have expected that he would not be able to return to London in time and simply brought his laptop. I didn't want to disturb the great writer. , I can only lie down in the living room and let myself grow mushrooms.

"Xiao Xie, why don't you come to your third uncle to help out if you're so boring?" My mother came out wiping my hands with an apron, and drove me off the sofa to sit down. look.

I was squeezed to sit on the small sofa beside me, thinking of the third uncle I hadn’t seen since the family went out for dinner on New Year’s Day, I locked the phone screen and stood up, looking at the couple who were kissing and hugging on TV. Shaking, he turned to look at his mother, "Then I'll go see third uncle."

The mother didn't even bother to raise her head and simply explained a few words about safety and continued to focus on the TV series.

There is a sense of frustration that my son does not have the importance of TV dramas.

I shook my head amusedly, paused as I walked towards the porch, turned around and walked towards my room.

Anyway, say hello to the great writer nestled in the room.

Thinking of opening the door like this, Poker Face sat on the desk in front of the window and tapped the keyboard lightly. The documents on the computer had already been filled with dense English, and his scalp tingled just by glancing at it.

From the bottom of my heart, I sighed in my heart that the life-shortening career of a writer can only be done by Poker Ping who can act like a model and take photos at work. Turning around, there was a layer of dark blue under his eyes, "Want to go out?"

I nodded, and was a little surprised by Poker Ping's extraordinary insight. I walked over and touched the blue color that was not particularly obvious, and frowned slightly, "I'll go to Third Uncle's. You can rest for a while Let's go, I must have stayed up for a long time last night, and I can't hold it anymore. Go back to the guest room and sleep for a while to restore your brain cells."

Poker-Face stood up after listening to my words, but did not open the door and walked to the guest room, but walked to my bed and sat down gently, staring at me with a pair of dark eyes, as if asking for permission.

I froze for a moment, "You want to sleep here?"

"Ah."

The answer was as quick and sharp as possible, as if he didn't care about my refusal at all. As soon as he finished speaking, he took off his slippers, closed his eyes and lay down, breathing steadily.

I was speechless for a while looking at Poker-Face's movements. I probably couldn't get rid of this appearance, so I simply gave up. Anyway, even if the two big men slept together, I guess mom and dad wouldn't say much.I walked to the side of the bed and pulled the quilt away to cover the stuffy oil bottle that was sleeping soundly and seemed to have fallen asleep. Before I could touch the quilt, I was suddenly pulled back, followed by a burst of dizziness, and turned back. When God came, he saw Poker Ping propped his arms directly above me, and I switched places with him, becoming the one lying on the bed.

I blinked for a moment and didn't realize what was going on, so I pushed the oil bottle, "What are you doing, brother, get up, I'll go out and you can sleep for a while."

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