that bastard i love

When Wen Gulin woke up, Zhang Min was not around.

Feeling the cold quilt next to him, he must have been up for a long time.

Wen Gulin pouted.

Why is this dead man so fat?After a night of passion, his old waist was almost broken, and he still had the energy to run outside in the morning.

Picking up the mobile phone next to the bed, swiping open the screen, clicking on WeChat, and bombarding Zhang Min on WeChat.

Your uncle Wen is still your uncle: where did you go in the morning, why should I come together to see if someone is gone?

Old Min of the Zhang family: I am at work.

You Uncle Wen or your Uncle: You made me sore and you ran away?

Old Min of the Zhang family: This is not the first time, you are so delicate, how can I support you if I don't go to work?

Your uncle Wen or your uncle: I don't care, I'm going to conquer the stars and the sea!

Then he made an angry face.

Old Min of the Zhang family: You might as well come to something more practical and conquer your husband and me in bed.

You, Uncle Wen, are still your uncle: Bah, you are not serious!

Wen Gulin turned off the phone and smiled, feeling a little sweet in his heart.

Still, he should be up too.

An old classmate of his came to Beijing, and he promised to take him to eat hot-boiled mutton today.

By the way, I also met this big dog Chen Qilei who I haven't seen for many years.

Chen Qilei, a big dog, took care of him a lot when they were sneaking together.

For example, I took him to form a small game team, and the two of them played really high.

As a result, both of them failed the final exam, and then went to work together shoulder to shoulder to prepare for the re-study fee for the next semester.

Ahem, I won't mention the embarrassing things.

Hey hey, long time no contact doesn't mean he has no friends, he used to be a man of the day when he was in junior college, and every day he pulled a bunch of brothers to play wine here and dance there every day.

Now that I'm old, I can't play anymore.

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"Yo Yo Yo, is your waist okay?" Chen Qilei looked at Wen Gulin who was walking staggeringly, opened his mouth wide, and said exaggeratedly.

"Fuck you, you're an idiot!" Wen Gulin flew over, just hitting Chen Qilei on the head.

Chen Qilei touched his big buttocks, grinning and putting on a funny look: "Oh, this man is merciful, we can't bear this from you."

"Come on, you have learned a Beijing dialect. If Beijingers are really like you, they have to go to opera."

As Wen Gulin spoke, he looked Chen Qilei up and down.

I haven't seen him for many years, and this dog has changed a lot. He is no longer the foolish person he used to be, but he still winks and looks out of shape, but he is also much more handsome than before.

"Yoyo, please keep your voice down. There are people from Beijing everywhere. If we listen to you, we won't be able to leave. To tell you the truth, I'm really a Beijinger."

"You can really talk."

"Really, my father is from Beijing, so why don't I go back to my hometown now?"

"Yes, yes, let's go, let's eat first. I just woke up and died of starvation." Wen Gulin said, put his arms around Chen Qilei's shoulders, chatted and walked into the restaurant.

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The boss stared dumbfounded at the two people scooping up hot peppers in front of him, his heart trembled.

Oh, his mother, what kind of ancestors are these two?

The pot of peppers he just brought out is almost bottoming out now, and he feels that the money for this meal is not important anymore, and the money for the peppers must be given.

Wen Gulin is from Yunnan. Spicy food is top-notch. You can eat spicy millet as a snack. Chen Qilei has also been in Yunnan for many years. It’s not much different after being with Wen Gulin for a few years. What do you eat now? I feel uncomfortable with this spicy taste.

Wen Gulin has been aggrieved for a long time.

Zhang Min is from the Northeast. He doesn't eat spicy food, and he can't get used to the pungent smell. Whenever he smells it, he sneezes wildly, so he never dares to put chili peppers at home.

Chen Qilei poured a spoonful of chili pepper on the mutton roll, and joked: "Oh, life is like this chili pepper. It stimulates your taste to be unbearable, but the aftertaste is endless. I can't help but add another spoonful."

Saying that, poured another spoonful of chili oil into the sky.

Wen Gulin rolled his eyes, and contemptuously in his heart: You son of a bitch, you just want to add more peppers, you can talk a lot, what are you pretending to be a deep little art.