The first love of the villains ran away with a passerby [Quick Transmigration]

It all happened between lightning and flint.

In less than five seconds, before and after Zhou Mingjie was not long enough to react, the sound of violent vomiting spread from this corner, and echoed and circled in the street for a long time.

And the memory of the culprit, Yan, stayed in the sound of "Wow. Groove".

When he woke up from the hangover the next day, his first reaction was a splitting headache, as if it was about to explode. The pain made him unable to tell who he was and where he was for a while.

He took a breath, raised his hand, and wanted to rub his painful forehead, but his hand seemed to have lost consciousness, and he couldn't lift it no matter what.

This discovery revived the consciousness of disgust and withdrawal from the chaos.

The memory of last night slowly came back, and he opened his eyes with difficulty, his eyes were dim, and he could only vaguely hear the sound of breathing around him.

Who is breathing?

He blinked bluntly, and the sense of body that seemed to be stripped away gradually recovered, and he obviously felt a warm breath coming and going between his ears, with a moist heat, spreading across the entire side of his face and Part of his neck was scalded, making his whole body tremble.

Is there someone around?

This is his second reaction.

In the next moment, the body reacted before consciousness.

He tossed his arms and legs off his body.Turning over, he rode on the person beside him, stretched out his hand and grabbed the other person's neck.

The person breathing calmly snorted, raised one arm to resist almost reflexively, and grabbed his wrist with the other hand.

The strong and powerful palm carried a hot temperature, while burning the skin on his wrist, it was deeply embedded in the bone, like a pair of iron clamps, firmly clamping his wrist.

The pain from the wrist made Yan pause for a moment, and then he clenched his palms suddenly, and the clenched fist smashed towards the opponent's face with such force.

The other party seemed to be unable to resist, tilted his head, and the wind of the fist brushed the skin of his cheek and landed on the pillow.

The condescending Yan brow raised his brows, and his reaction was very quick, with a few tricks!

He suddenly realized that the people below him were not weak, and his breathing became short of breath.

A scorching heat burst out from his chest, and began to rise continuously, and then turned into a fighting spirit.

He forgot the original purpose, and he didn't remember the current environment and posture. He just wanted to have a hearty fight with this person whose face he couldn't see clearly.

The other party seemed to be annoyed by him, raised his leg to take the initiative, and entangled with him tit for tat.

Like the point of a needle against a wheat awn, its power is no less than the collision of two atomic bombs, and no one will give in.

Heavy curtains shaded the room from sunlight.

The light in the room was dim, and neither of them could see each other clearly.

Only by the slowness of breathing to distinguish each other's emotions.

The movement became louder and louder, and the invisible smell of gunpowder smoke permeated the air with rising temperature, and there was also a vague and elegant fragrance mixed with it.

The quilt that was originally covering the two also slipped to the ground silently during the fight, until there was a loud bang, as if something had collapsed.

The movement of fighting stopped abruptly.

In the silence, only the sound of each other's violent heartbeat and heavy breathing spread endlessly.

The excitement hasn't subsided yet, and I wipe the sweat on my forehead, wanting to say, should we go downstairs and continue playing?

But before he could say it, there was a 'click', and the door was twisted from the outside.

Bright light came in through the crack of the door little by little, and then slowly expanded.

Sitting opposite the door, I couldn't adapt to the light, so he subconsciously recognized his face, and suddenly caught a glimpse of a muscular man sitting next to him, with impressive long hair messily sticking to his sweat-stained forehead and cheeks.

He stared for a moment, bright?

Yan quickly lowered his head to look at himself, was only stunned for a second, then quickly pulled the sheets.

The other party was not slow to react, and grabbed the bed sheet at the same time as him, tearing back and forth, and no one would let the other.

If the fight continues like this, won't it be seen by one more?

As soon as I thought about it, the other party seemed to realize it.

The two looked at each other, moved to sit together tacitly, shoulder to shoulder, each of them pinched a corner of the bed sheet, and rolled them around themselves.

As soon as he settled down, before his heavy breathing was evened out, the door was completely pushed open, and Zhou Mingjie's figure appeared at the door.

"Master Liang, what are you doing? If you make such a big commotion by yourself, it wouldn't be because you put the bed to sleep—"

The joking voice suddenly paused for a second after seeing the indoor scene, then turned around suddenly, and closed the door again with a bang.

"I didn't see anything!" Zhou Mingjie's voice came from outside the door: "Go ahead."

Dislike: "..."

Wei Lanshu: "..."

The room was dark again.

The two sitting side by side were silent for a moment, then stood up at the same time the next moment.

"I'll go to the bathroom first, you..."

Yan grabbed the bed sheet on the floor and wrapped it around his body, walked to the door and turned his head to look at the blurred figure in the dimness, and said, "I'll talk about the rest after I get out of the shower."

After finishing speaking, he opened the door and turned into the bathroom next to him without looking sideways.

.

Half an hour later, the three of them sat together.

Yan first glanced at Zhou Mingjie, who had erratic eyes, and then glanced at Wei Lanshu. The other party seemed to notice his gaze and cast a glance at him.

The two looked at each other and spoke at the same time——

"you……"

"I……"

Wei Lanshu was stunned for a moment, pursed her lips, and lowered her eyelids to hide the complicated eyes.

I just want to ask him why he is in his own home.

He had a drink last night, and his last memory was the moment he left the bar.

But seeing that the other party looked more confused than himself, he cast his eyes on Zhou Mingjie: "Tell me, what's going on."

Wei Lanshu also had the same doubt in his heart. He vaguely remembered that after he came out of the bar, it seemed that someone knocked on his snakeskin bag with a sap. He thought that someone was eyeing his money, and reflexively grabbed the other party The neck pressed the person against the wall, and then he was spat all over.

He felt disgusted, so he took advantage of the situation and gave up his body to the miser who had been talking all night, and went to sleep by himself.

So - why did he wake up and sleep naked on the same bed with this young man who had just met once?

Thinking of the astonishment in the young man's eyes just now, Wei Lanshu glanced vaguely at the young man's side face - the other party had short, semi-wet hair with water droplets on the ends.

Many drops of water dripped down the ends of his hair onto his cheeks, along the lines of his contours, across the skin that was still rosy after taking a shower, rolled down to his chin, and then dripped onto his chest There was a big piece of it wet on my clothes.

The soaked white shirt clings to the skin, looming through the thin white fabric.

This scene reminded Wei Lanshu of the scenery he had glimpsed just now.

The seemingly thin body is thin but not weak.

The fine sweat that broke out merged into water droplets and slid all the way to the mermaid line.

The picture appeared in his mind at the right time, his throat was dry, he shook his head quickly, and stopped his thoughts in time, then he picked up the disposable cup at hand like a cover, took a sip, and listened to Zhou Mingjie's speech.

"...you squatted behind his car buttocks, stared at the license plate for a while, and then said 'I found you'." Zhou Mingjie acted as the commentator for the two of them, a real segment and a fake segment.

He also explained in detail what happened after Wei Lanshu got tired of vomiting.

Things are not complicated.

It's just that Wei Lan, who has changed her personality, is entangled in tired compensation clothes.

But he fell asleep after vomiting. Zhou Mingjie had no choice but to bring back Wei Lanshu, who smelled of alcohol and was obviously messing around.

At that time, Wei Lan was covered in vomit. After Zhou Mingjie sent him to the apartment, he ran to the convenience store in the middle of the night to buy a change of clothes for him.

Unexpectedly, when he came back, the snakeskin bag was gone, and the person was gone.

He thought that Wei Lan had left and didn't bother the people in the room, thinking that it was getting late, so he slept on the sofa in the living room all night.

According to Zhou Mingjie's retelling, Wei Lanshu gradually pieced together the truth.

Last night he had an argument with Scrooge about who was the master.

After being pulled out by him to face a body of vomit, the miser was upset, so he gave him a hard time.

but……

Wei Lanshu pursed her lips lightly, and glanced at the thoughtful young man with his chin propped up, but was taken away by a circle of blue marks on the young man's wrist.

His eyes were fixed, and he was silent for a moment: "I didn't treat you last night..."

Speaking of this, he suddenly remembered the incident in which he was suddenly strangled by the young man's neck in his sleep.

The young man reacted so violently, it must be the miser who did something to others, immediately changed the subject, and said seriously: "If you are willing, I will take responsibility for you."