A weak attack dog blood essay

It seemed that after clarifying his intentions, Fu Xian's words became more straightforward. This kind of thought that would only be buried in his heart before, now he said it very straightforwardly.

There is no cover up.

After Fu Xian finished speaking, he sighed, "Jian, will you be angry because of this sentence?"

It took a lot of effort to shake his head, He Juan blinked, and still looked at Fu Xian quietly.

Fu Xian said again: "Actually, I hope you will be angry because of this."

That at least means that he has not completely excluded himself from the atrium.

He Juan finally spoke at this moment: "Yes, is it a mobile phone?"

Before Fu Xian went abroad, he met He Juan once, and that time he gave He Juan a new model mobile phone, saying that he would give him an early birthday present.

He Juan accepted.

When he was a sophomore in college, Fu Xian sent him a new phone again, and He Juan used it without any doubts at the time: "Mobile phone, location?"

He was very serious when he spoke, his eyes were as clear as snow, and his voice was a little hoarse that he hadn't spoken for a long time.

After speaking, he quietly looked at Fu Xian, waiting for his answer, but a trace of weakness flashed in Fu Xian's eyes.

He Juan, who has been acting very calm since waking up, and didn't show any great emotional fluctuations when he was confessed by his good friend, was really curious and surprised at this time, and his next words were smooth because of this. Lots of: "Anything else?"

Fu Xian knew what he had to say. He would never lie to He Juan. He could conceal part of the truth to seduce He Juan, but he knew what lies would bring to people: "In the beginning there was only a mobile phone."

Later, as He Juan went to college, more and more people discovered his beauty. Those people were not as reserved as high school students. They surrounded He Juan, flattered him, and touched him. This made Fu Xian jealous. The shackles that imprisoned the beasts are getting weaker day by day, and the mouth of greed is getting bigger and bigger...

He Juan asked, "What happened next?"

He doesn't have the habit of wearing watches or other accessories, clothes and shoes, etc., because of physical reasons, he can't wear too new or too worn.

So basically the clothes are custom-made by the Xia family, and they will be sent to a special care office to make the clothes look good enough for He Juan to wear. The same is true for the shoes, most of the shoes will make He Juan's feet get worn out. There was even worse bleeding.

So these are replaced quite frequently.

Then what else did Fu Xian do?

Fu Xian turned his eyes away and did not meet He Juan's clear and beautiful eyes. He lowered his head, as if he saw a treasure but was blocked by a glass cover. He was a bit of a discouraged beast: "I bought a positioning satellite and communicated with City B. Reached an agreement with relevant institutions in City A, and donated a batch of high-definition cameras with the latest technology for free."

They were very grateful to Fu Xian, and even proposed to commend Fu Xian on the public website, but Fu Xian refused.

With satellites and a wide-coverage camera, combined with the mobile phone's positioning device, Fu Xian can finally satisfy his wish to see the vivid Ah Juan most of the time, and it also slightly relieves him of his eagerness to return to China. Tired of the anxiety of being separated from other coveting eyes.

After telling the truth, Fu Xian waited for a while, but he didn't hear He Juan's voice, and he didn't even hear the accusation he imagined.

His heart became even colder. Could it be that He Juan was so angry that he didn't want to talk to him, didn't want to talk to him?

Fu Xian couldn't help raising his head, and met He Juan's undisguised eyes.

His eyes, which were as natural and affectionate as peach blossoms on a spring day in the same day, were very focused and fell on Fu Xian's cheeks without blinking, as if he wanted to penetrate his whole body to see the inner soul.

Even his hand on the dark blue quilt moved slightly. Fu Xian, who was always paying attention to him, looked over and saw that it was because of frequent injections.

Therefore, the back of the hand with a large bruise, and the slightly bent fingertips are tinged with lavender, which is an extremely unhealthy expression.

Fu Xianxin was suddenly pierced by a sharp knife. After all, all these pains were caused by him.

And worst of all, he wasn't ready to let go.

He Juan raised his hand, it was difficult, but it was a little easier than the previous few days, his fingertips moved slightly, as if he was trying to touch something.

Fu Xian was taken aback, and immediately took the initiative to move forward, so He Juan's fingertips just touched Fu Xian's cheek.

He ran his fingers up his cheeks, rubbing his thin gold-rimmed eyes, and He Juan's tender fingertips also touched the corners of Fu Xian's eyes.

Fu Xian felt as if there was a soft cloud falling there, he couldn't help but blinked lightly, held his breath, his blood was boiling because of the coldness and tenderness.

But he still remained obediently motionless, and even after seeing He Juan's wrist trembling with difficulty due to hanging in the air, he carefully raised his hand and pulled out He Juan's forearm to make him feel more relaxed.

He Juan was not as angry as Fu Xian imagined.He was more curious.

He only came to his senses belatedly, and found that Fu Xian really seemed to like him.

He was tied to the villa before, and after the young man told him to let him know, he didn't feel anything.

Fu Xian just said he liked it, but he didn't fluctuate much.

It wasn't until he heard that Fu Xian had been staring at him almost paranoidly for the past three years, that he didn't feel any disturbance.

The sunlight outside the window silently chased He Juan's put down hand, biting his thin white fingers. He Juan was a little tired. He no longer looked at Fu Xian, but focused on the dark blue quilt cover. The taste of light sunshine: "I, know, got it."

The author says:

The emotional turning point is a bit difficult to write, wow, it dragged on for three days;

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