Straight male cannon fodder is attracted by the protagonist

Yu Zhiyi became a doctor after graduation and lived with Meng Chan.

After Meng Chan took over the company, he was very busy. Yu Zhiyi had to do a lot of surgeries every day, and he was also busy, so there were fewer opportunities to meet each other.

It will be Meng Chan's birthday in a few days. Yu Zhiyi has been thinking about gifts. On Yu Zhiyi's birthday the year before last, Meng Chan gave him a pair of rings. This gift must not be given again.But Meng Chan didn't lack almost anything, and Yu Zhiyi didn't know what to give after thinking about it for a long time.

He thinks about it every day, even when the two are dating.

The two of them went to the movies today, and Yu Zhiyi didn't know what the movie was about.

After the movie ended, Meng Chan asked him, "Is there something on your mind, kid? Why are you so unhappy?"

Yu Zhiyi suppressed the emotion on his face, and smiled, "No, brother, you read it wrong."

Now that the season of late autumn is approaching, Yu Zhiyi is wearing a bright red sweater. His skin is white, and his face is bright and delicate, and his smile is shining brightly.

Meng Chan was wearing a dark blue coat. As he got older, his brows became deeper and more serious, and the years added a layer of maturity and stability unique to men on his face.

The eyes of the people around are on him from time to time, there is no way, they are too seductive.

"Nothing is the best." Meng Chan put the person in his pocket into his pocket, and walked out of the theater with him, "Don't hide anything from me."

Yu Zhiyi hesitated guiltily.

Meng Chan glanced at him sideways, raised his eyebrows, and stretched out a hand to pinch his face, "What? Are you hiding something from me?"

Yu Zhiyi's fair face was deformed by his pinching, he hummed aggrievedly, and muttered indistinctly, "Brother, you pinched me, it hurts so much."

"You should." Meng Chan withdrew his hand, "I have a lot of things on my mind every day."

Yu Zhiyi's eyes were bent like crescent moons, and he was extremely obedient.

When the two were taking the elevator, a girl came in. The girl was wearing a jk suit. She only wore a white shirt and black skirt in the cold weather, as if she was not afraid of the cold.

Meng Chan inexplicably remembered that his younger sister Meng Lian also dressed like this in winter. His straight male brain circuit doesn't understand this way of dressing, isn't he afraid of the cold?

He found it incredible, took another look at the girl, and then looked away with just one look.

All this happened to be seen by Yu Zhiyi, and his teeth itched with anger. At the same time, he suddenly knew what gift to give Meng Chan.

On Meng Chan's birthday, it was already late when he returned home from the company. He had just opened the door and the living room was still lit.

Thinking that Yu Zhiyi was in the room, Meng Chan tore off his tie, took off his suit, threw it into the laundry basket, and walked towards the room.

Just as he walked to the door, Yu Zhiyi's voice suddenly came, "Brother, don't come in."

But it was too late, Meng Chan had already pressed the doorknob and opened the door.

The entry is an extremely beautiful "woman."

He was half-sitting on the ground, wearing a white jk uniform shirt on his upper body, and a gray pleated skirt underneath, which barely reached his thighs.He also wore a pair of thin black silk, covering the two long legs that were well-proportioned, and the long legs were slightly bent, showing a different kind of temptation.

The "woman" has long curly hair, cold white complexion, bright red lips, and slender eye tails. Coupled with eyes that are dilated from fright, her whole face has a pure and innocent face that is extremely lustful.

Meng Chan stood there, somewhat unable to recognize who the beautiful woman in front of her was.

Until Yu Zhiyi called out in panic, "Brother."

Only then did he realize that it was Yu Zhiyi, and he couldn't help laughing, "What are you doing?"

Yu Zhiyi's cheeks were flushed with shame, and his earlobes were so red, he stood up from the ground, pursed his lips, "Isn't it pretty?"

In all fairness, it looks good, even to the point of being particularly good looking.

Yu Zhiyi's face was originally bright and delicate, with a bit of a girlish appearance. He didn't know where to buy the wig. The quality was very good. When he wore it, it looked like real hair. His lips might have been covered with some lipstick. What color is Meng? Chan couldn't tell the difference, only knew that it was red, and dyed the already bright red lips even more magnificent.

The skin is very fair, and the face is attractive.

He has a thin and tall figure, which fits well in this female attire, especially the two long legs in black silk, which are long and thin.

I can't do what I want.

Meng Chan felt inexplicably dry, "It looks good."

Enduring the shame in his heart, Yu Zhiyi stepped on Meng Chan's feet without wearing shoes. He was originally a little taller than Meng Chan, and when he stepped on his feet, he could almost look down on Meng Chan.

"Does that brother like it?" Yu Zhiyi wrapped his arms around him, bit Meng Chan's earlobe, and breathed gently into his ear.

Meng Chan put his arms around his waist, Yu Zhiyi was so alluring, he couldn't help it, and said hoarsely, "I like it."

But Yu Zhiyi suddenly lost his temper, stepped back a few steps, and squinted at him, "Brother, you really like women, right? It's such a big reaction to see me wearing women's clothing."

"..."

Meng Chan was speechless, he covered his forehead, "What's going on in your mind?"

Yu Zhiyi crossed his arms and stared at him with faint grievances, "When you took the elevator today, you took an extra look at a girl, don't think I didn't see it."

Meng Chan didn't know what he was talking about. Even though the two had been together for several years, Meng Chan still couldn't understand his magical brain circuit sometimes.

He told the truth.

Yu Zhiyi half believed, "Really?"

"Ah."

His face looked a little better, revealing a kind of joy of being patted down, and he said awkwardly, "Then me or her...who looks better?"

Meng Chan thought he was so cute, so he strode forward, put his big hand on Yu Zhiyi's face, and kissed his lips.

"My Zhiyi is the prettiest."

His tone was calm, but there was an unconcealable pampering.

Yu Zhiyi was pleased, narrowed his eyes comfortably, and continued to kiss him.

Kissing and kissing, the two kissed too much again.

By the time Meng Chan realized it, the two were already lying on the bed, and Yu Zhiyi's eyes were wet with desire, like flowers covered in mist in a rainy day.

Meng Chan's usually light-colored thin lips were rubbed red by the lipstick, which dyed his cold and handsome eyebrows with a slight softness.

A burst of hotness wrapped in his heart, and Yu Zhiyi's eyes were filled with dark desire.

He put Meng Chan's hand on his chest, and said in a hoarse voice, "Brother, touch me."

Meng Chan was bewitched by the beauty, and couldn't help but follow Yu Zhiyi's wishes in the following things.

When the desire reached its peak, Meng Chan heard Yu Zhiyi's voice.

"Brother, happy birthday."

"I give myself to you, do you accept?"

Meng Chan couldn't help laughing, and kissed his eyes, "Brother accepts."

"I like this gift very much, stay with me forever, my beautiful little gift."

The women's dress was finally unwearable, it was sticky and stained with various liquids.

When Yu Zhiyi came out of the shower, Meng Chan sat on the bed and smoked a cigarette, with deep eyebrows revealed in the smog. When he saw Yu Zhiyi, he crushed the cigarette butt into the ashtray.

"Come here." Meng Chan hooked his hand at him.

Yu Zhiyi climbed onto the bed and hugged his waist, "Brother, stop smoking."

"Yeah." Meng Chan said, "I won't smoke in the future."

If he can't smoke anymore, he still wants to live longer with Yu Zhiyi.

"You can't see other girls either." Yu Zhiyi's delicate face rubbed against his chest, with a resentful tone, "I'm your lover, don't I look good? Why do you want to look at others."

"Little Zuojing." Meng Chan said to him, pinching the nape of his neck, and said softly, "Okay, brother won't look at it."

Satisfied, Yu Zhiyi hugged Meng Chan even tighter, pulling up his sleeves, revealing the scar on his wrist.

Meng Chan knew the source of these scars.

When Yu Zhiyi's mental state is extremely poor, he often can't help but hurt himself, and sometimes his desire to live is too low, and he will do some stupid things.

And the scar on his back was caused by Yu Cheng once pouring hot water on his back.

When Yu Zhiyi said this, his expression was very calm, as if he was talking about something that had nothing to do with him, but it also made Meng Chan feel distressed for a long time.

Every time he saw these scars, Meng Chan couldn't help feeling distressed.

He unconsciously touched these scars, as if feeling Yu Zhiyi's past pain.

Yu Zhiyi comforted him, "Brother, these scars are nothing, and there will never be any more in the future."

Meng Chan rubbed his face with his hand and whispered, "Does it hurt?"

Yu Zhiyi smiled lightly, "It hurts."

"So brother, please feel sorry for me. I love you so much, how can I love you so much, I love you so much that sometimes I feel separated from you for a few seconds, and the flowers I have are not delivered to you. what a pity."

Because I love you so much, your distress will become my most precious hope.

Meng Chan bowed his head, kissed his hair, and said, "I will love you forever, and my brother will give you the sweetness you have never tasted before."

My cutest puppy, I will always be good to you.

In a blink of an eye, the two have lived together for nearly five years.

Of course, the two would quarrel, but because Meng Chan loved Yu Zhiyi enough, and Yu Zhiyi was also a good puppy, the two often quarreled for less than a day.

Every day is love.

When Meng Chan was talking about the project, he drank too much and was already drunk. When Yu Zhiyi came to pick him up, he was cross-legged, with one hand resting on his forehead, silent, the air pressure was very low, and the people around him They dare not approach him.

When Yu Zhiyi entered, he attracted the attention of everyone present. They all knew that the president of Parkson Group had a gay man, but they never knew who it was.

When I saw it today, I realized why Meng Chan liked a man.

This face is simply too beautiful.

It's a pity that the beauty's complexion is not good, she is indifferent, and she is only a little soft when talking to Meng Chan.

"elder brother?"

Meng Chan's expression was heavy, when he heard a familiar voice, he said hoarsely, "Zhiyi?"

"It's my brother." Yu Zhiyi held his arm and said to everyone, "I'll take him back first."

When the two went out, Meng Chan was already drunk, and it was not easy for him to show his face when drinking. Even if he was drunk, his face was the same as usual.

The only difference is his attitude.

Meng Chan usually talks less and has restrained emotions, but when he was drunk, he talked more and showed more emotions.

"Zhiyi, Zhiyi." He called his name over and over again.

Yu Zhiyi dragged him along, patiently answering over and over again.

Meng Chan's long and narrow single eyelids were slightly bent, his expression had a careless, lazy and ruffian air, and his words were also bold and frivolous.

"Yu Zhiyi, Yu Zhiyi. Zhiyi, my little beauty, my baby, my brother, my cute puppy, brother loves you very much, do you know?"

Meng Chan never talked about love when he was sober, but Yu Zhiyi knew that Meng Chan loved him, but suddenly heard from him that the shock he received was real, and he almost fell over.

"Brother...you are really drunk." Yu Zhiyi was so shy that his face was on fire.

Meng Chan suddenly pushed the person against the wall, and put his hand on the back of Yu Zhiyi's head tenderly. Yu Zhiyi's eyes were blank, and he didn't slow down.

"Zhiyi, maybe I didn't love you before, but I love you now, no one in the whole world loves you more than me."

Yu Zhiyi's eyes immediately became moist.

Meng Chan helped him kiss away his tears, and said something in his ear, Yu Zhiyi's tears fell, and then smiled and said, "Okay."

Maybe the passing wind heard what Meng Chan said.

He said.

"My most beautiful person, come home with me."