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

responsible?

Zhou Mingjie, who seemed to have heard something important, subconsciously glanced at Liang Buyan. Seeing his frown, he immediately picked up the water glass and pretended to drink water, but his ears perked up quietly.

But Yan was thinking about why he, who was drunk last night, had to stare at Wei Lanshu's license plate.

After hearing the words, he looked at Wei Lanshu inexplicably: "What's the responsibility?"

"that is……"

Wei Lanshu was a little ashamed to speak, but the other party was looking at him.

Compared with the freshness and heat when they first met, there is a hint of doubt in the focused eyes at this moment.

Facing such a pair of 'simple' eyes, his heart, which has always been calm, quietly had some ripples.

But he had never had experience in this area, so he ignored it, and only raised his heart—a bit of dissatisfaction with the miser in his nervousness.

He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and opened them immediately, showing an extremely solemn expression: "I drank too much last night, and when I woke up, we were lying on the same bed again. I, we Also... I checked my body in the shower just now, and I didn't feel any discomfort, but your reaction... I wondered if 'I' did something to you. "

Although Wei Lanshu blurred the point, he expressed the meaning very clearly.

But Yan, who only knows how to fight and has never touched emotions, becomes more and more confused the more he listens, and his face is full of puzzlement.

He understood every word Wei Lanshu said.

But together, why can't he understand?

I'm tired of taking this passage apart, and then understand it sentence by sentence.

Then he understood it like this—the two drunk elders lost their self-awareness, in order to compete for the ownership of the site (bed), they instinctively fought a wine fight, and when Wei Lanshu was taking a bath, Finding that there is no injury on the body, you suspect that you have been injured?

"just you?"

With such a clear understanding, the dazed look in the disgusted pupils retracted, and his eyes scrutinized Wei Lanshu wantonly.

The other party was vomited all over by him last night, without a change of clothes, he was wearing Liang Buyan's pajamas.

But the difference in body shape between the two is not at 01:30. Compared with his current slender and well-proportioned figure, the other is tall and muscular, especially the pair of strong and strong chest muscles, which are so strong that the buttons of the pajamas are about to collapse. open feeling.

Seeing this, the tiredness admitted in his heart that this man's figure was linked to his strength.

But still a little bit worse than himself.

Therefore, it is impossible to let yourself suffer.

Yan straightened his back and said confidently: "You can't beat me."

Wei Lanshu was also surprised that the young man looked so young that he was able to draw with him.

But that's not the point.

After listening to the endless words, he was stunned for a moment. Does this have something to do with what he expressed?

Wei Lanshu expressed his confusion with his eyes.

In Yan's eyes, it was because he was unhappy about his words - after all, the bed collapsed before the winner was decided.

But he knows his own business.

Although the rules of this world suppressed his strength to the ceiling that this small world could bear, he restrained himself in the last few strokes. After all, it was hard for someone who could fight him. So what fun does he have in this world?

In order not to dampen his confidence, thinking of this annoyance, he rarely said a word of relief: "Actually, you are also very good."

This time it was Wei Lanshu's turn to be confused.

He sat upright, raised one arm, stroked his chin, tapped the other hand on the table—the young man said a total of three sentences, the first sentence matched the look in his eyes afterward, and it was obvious that he didn't like himself very much.

The second and third sentences...

Is the third sentence a tactful way to send a good person card after rejecting yourself?

Combining the two sentences before and after, the second sentence in the middle is that you dislike yourself for being too weak?

In order to confirm his guess, Wei Lanshu put these three sentences in his heart and made up his logic.

Tired of seeing him thinking deeply, he felt that this kind of blow that couldn't hit a person 'younger' than him had to be figured out by himself, so he didn't bother him, but looked at Zhou Mingjie: "What time is it? Shouldn't it be time for breakfast?"

Zhou Mingjie who was named wiped his mouth.

Although he was confused when he heard this melon, but he had witnessed two people lying on the same bed with no clothes on, and the bed collapsed, so he was sure that something must have happened to these two people.

It's just poor Boss Wei.

He knew that he had paid someone to follow him and secretly took pictures, but he didn't know that his sweetheart was cut off halfway.

Thinking of this, he glanced at the imposing man opposite him.

A flowery pajamas with teddy bears on it didn't affect the other party's handsome face in the slightest—compared to Boss Wei's young fruit, this mature and reserved man is indeed more interesting.

However, why does he look familiar with this face?

It was too dark last night, and I didn't look carefully. The more I look at it now, the more I feel like I've seen it somewhere before.

At the scene of the car accident yesterday, Zhou Mingjie only appeared after Wei Lanshu left, so he never met Wei Lanshu with his own eyes.

He thought for a while, put the matter aside without a clue, straightened his face, raised his watch and glanced at it: "I can't eat breakfast, but we can have dinner in two hours."

"I've slept for so long?" Yan rubbed his shriveled stomach, but didn't feel hungry.

"Novices are almost like this when they get drunk." Zhou Mingjie took out his mobile phone as he said, "Do you want to order food for you?"

"Let's book first, and we'll make up for supper in the evening."

I hate the final word.

It suddenly occurred to me that there was someone more at home, although it was not a 'guest' I invited.

But with the feeling of the fight just now, he was considered an opponent, so he turned his head and wanted to ask Wei Lanshu what he wanted to eat.

"you--"

Just as he opened his mouth, a series of cell phone ringtones suddenly interrupted his words.

The bell came from the bedroom.

He swallowed the words, motioned Zhou Mingjie to ask with his eyes, got up and walked into the bedroom.

Incoming calls are a string of numbers.

Without thinking too much about it, I connected.

The person on the other end of the phone said "Liang Buyan classmate" first, it was a very gentle female voice.

Then ask him: "Have you taken care of everything at home?"

Tired blinked, not getting used to the name for a while.

Seeing that he was silent, the other party suddenly lowered his voice: "I know that the sudden death of your parents has hit you hard, but you can't always be immersed in pain. You have to learn to cheer up and learn to look forward, so that your parents It will make you feel more at ease when you leave, right?"

Not knowing how to answer, I continued to remain silent.

The other party seemed to have misunderstood, and sighed softly: "Well, I'll give you another week's leave. After one week, what the teacher hopes to see is a cheered up you, okay?"

teacher?

He reacted with belated awareness, his current identity seemed to be a student who needed to go to school, so he gave a light 'um'.

After hanging up the phone, he stood still, thinking about the possibility of dropping out.

Liang is not tired of studying oil painting, but for the big devil who can only kill and fight with his hands...

He raised his palm. It was a very clean hand without any blemishes. The joints were well defined and thin, but it was too long.

It is very suitable for the hands of painting.

But it's too embarrassing for the big devil who doesn't have any painting foundation and experience.

and--

Gathering his open palms together, he put away his cell phone and walked out of the room—after Gang Liang Buyan finished his revenge, he still wanted to find the thing that knocked him into the space-time vortex, and he didn't have the patience to be a student at all.

"Whose phone is it?"

Zhou Mingjie, who was playing with his mobile phone, raised his head when he heard footsteps and asked, "I heard you didn't talk when you answered the phone."

"The teacher in the school." Yan sat over and asked him if he had ordered the meal.

Zhou Mingjie raised his chin and said to Wei Lanshu, "He said he invited us out to eat."

Wei Lanshu, who quietly pricked up his ears, heard the words and had a correct attitude. When he was tired of looking at him, he pressed his fist to his lips, coughed lightly, and said, "Thank you for taking me in last night."

Just now Wei Lanshu thought over those three sentences thoroughly, and the more he thought about it, the more he felt that it meant what he thought.

He could understand the young man's rejection of himself, after all, it was just a one-night stand with no emotional basis.

But the reason for looking down on him is that he is weak, so he can't understand it.

At the beginning, his mother, Ms. Qin, in order to correct the laziness of the miser who had to be waited on for his clothes and meals, invited a strict veteran to train him.

This is physical labor. In order to avoid laziness, the miser will give up his body every time.

He also discovered that this way he can occupy the dominance of his body for a long time, so he asked Ms. Qin to invite countless teachers to teach him.

It's not that he is conceited, there are very few people in this world who can beat him.

Wei Lanshu, who came to this conclusion, felt a little uncomfortable.

He interpreted this emotion as his displeasure at being underestimated by a young man after years of hard training.

"I didn't take you in," Yan said bluntly.

"But I always sleep in your house, and..." Wei Lanshu said, and glanced towards the direction of the bedroom, where there was a bed frame that was collapsed by the two of them: "I'm still causing you trouble gone."

Yan followed his eyes to look at the bedroom, thought of this, nodded, got up and said: "Then let's go, I just happen to be a little hungry."

"Wait a minute."

Wei Lanshu subconsciously grabbed his wrist, the touch was too smooth, reminding him of suet jade.

He stroked it instinctively, and the warm hand felt delicate, silky, and elastic——elastic?

Wei Lanshu suddenly realized what he had done, his heart tightened after he had just relaxed, his body stiffened, and at the same time, the previous naked fight in the dim light appeared uncontrollably in his mind.

At that time, the two were not aware of each other's situation, and they fought without any scruples.

I didn't notice his small movements.

I just waited for his next sentence for a long time, but I didn't see him opening, so I shook off his hand and looked up to see that his face was blushing for no reason.

what's the situation?

Tired turned to look at Zhou Mingjie.

Zhou Mingjie, who received his gaze, said calmly, "Maybe it's because I didn't cover myself with the quilt when I slept last night, and I have a cold and a fever."

The author has something to say: I woke up to read the comments, but found that I hadn't updated it, and then I saw the draft box and forgot to set the time! !

#On how to communicate when the brain circuit is not in the same channel#

感谢在2022-01-1405:21:23~2022-01-1503:11:40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 the mine: speak well;

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