After admitting the mistake of Bai Yueguang, the president regrets it

The night was dark, the sky was full of snowflakes, and the windows of the dilapidated small apartment were filled with warm orange lights.

The young man with a handsome fair face let out a breath of white air, his delicate little nose was red from the cold, carefully holding the paper bag containing the bread in one hand, and slowly inserting the key into the lock with the other hand, he has been at home all the time. The people waiting for him to come back heard the movement and immediately opened the door from the inside.

"Qingqing, you're back!"

The tall man in the room rushed towards Song Runqing like a clingy large dog. After feeling the coolness of the person in his arms, the man completely surrounded Song Runqing with his slender arms, warming the thin and cold person with his body, worriedly Asked: "Qingqing, is it cold outside?"

"It's not cold, it's snowing outside, it's so beautiful."

Song Runqing felt itchy when the man's hairy head was rubbed against his neck, his moist and black slender eyes curved into two beautiful crescents, and he started to giggle.

Song Runqing has a pair of extremely beautiful phoenix eyes, and his appearance has a unique oriental classical cool beauty, but when he speaks, his voice is slow and soft, and the way he pronounces words is a bit sticky like a child acting like a baby.

It's okay to speak a few words, but it's easy for people to notice the clue when he speaks long sentences-it turns out that this is a little fool with mental retardation.

"Ah Han, today the aunt in the bakery said that I was obedient and capable, and she gave me a lot of leftover bread! Happy!" Song Runqing opened the steaming paper bag in his arms, and proudly showed it to the man.

"Qingqing is amazing!" Gu Jinhan put his cold hands together in his broad palms, and warmed Song Runqing's hands, boasting.

After being praised, Song Runqing's fair and handsome face was covered with a slight blush, shyly closed his eyes, and smiled shyly with his lips pursed.

At this moment, he no longer had that kind of foolishness on his body, his face was handsome and elegant, and he returned to his normal appearance, looking like a handsome student who just entered college.

But in fact Song Runqing is almost 26 years old this year, but his mental disability makes him full of a kind of youthful and childish ignorance of the world, like a naive little rabbit, as long as someone gives him a candy, he will babble All thoughts are sent.

Just like Gu Jinhan only praised him, he happily took out all the delicious bread he liked in the bag for the man, and pushed it in front of Gu Jinhan: "Ah Han is hungry, eat bread, There is cream in this, so sweet!"

Song Runqing likes to eat butter bread the most. This is the most popular bread in the bakery where he works. There are usually no leftovers. Today, there are only a few left because there are few people buying it. Song Runqing specially buys it from his aunt. Come to a man who wants to give it to a man, but the man doesn't like it.

Although he has lost his memory, Gu Jinhan still retains the habits of the young master of the Gu family. No matter how hungry he is, he has a picky mouth. He happily takes the bread that Song Runqing handed him, and under the greedy gaze of the little fool, he just After taking a bite, I immediately spat it out in disgust: "Bah, it's hard, it's not tasty."

Song Runqing looked at the butter bread that was casually put aside by the man, swallowed his saliva, looked at Gu Jinhan's young and handsome face with his dark and beautiful pupils, and said seriously: "You can't waste food."

The little fool took the bread bitten by the man without any dislike, and continued to eat in small bites.

Gu Jinhan looked at his bulging cute cheeks when he was eating bread, and couldn't help but hug him again: "Qingqing, Qingqing, can I go out with you tomorrow?"

Song Runqing was easily carried on the lap by the man, and hugged affectionately in his arms, leaning against Gu Jinhan's warm and firm chest: "No way, Ahan, you ran around when you went out last time, and you almost got lost."

Song Runqing picked up Gu Jinhan two weeks ago.

At that time, when he came home from work, he saw a kitten on the road and wanted to pet it, so he chased it all the way into a remote alley, only to see a man unconscious there.

Gu Jinhan was lying in a dark corner of the alley at that time, his thin suit was soaked by the melted snow, shivering all over, curled up pitifully on the dirty ground.

The kitten jumped to the side of the man, licked the blood dripping from the man's forehead, and meowed.

Song Runqing walked over with some fear, and seeing the man frowning, his narrow and dark eyes suddenly opened a crack, and he grabbed Song Runqing's slender ankle with his last strength, and said hoarsely: "Help me... "

His mother taught him before that he should help others when he sees someone hurt, so that he will meet other kind people when he encounters problems.

Song Runqing took the man back to his small rental house, and after wiping off the blood on the man's face with his own small towel, he realized that he was an extremely handsome and profound young man.

Prettier than the picture of Dad that Mom had shown him.

The vigilance of the little fool Song Runqing disappeared in an instant. After taking off the man's dirty coat, he covered him with his own soft blanket and warmed up the heater that was kindly given to him by the aunt who lived upstairs. Blow at a man generously.

The man lay on his bed for a day and a night before he opened his eyes. When he woke up, the first three words he said were "Who are you?" "Where is this?" "Who am I?"

Song Runqing was often called a fool, but ended up picking up a man who was even more stupid than him. He didn't remember anything except the word "Han" on his shirt cuff.

After the man knew his name was Song Runqing, he only knew to follow him every day as Qingqing, Qingqing, even Song Runqing had to follow him when he went out to work.

But he took a man out once, and he just forgot to hold the man's hand without noticing for a moment, and the man almost got lost in the crowd.

Since then, Song Runqing didn't dare to let men go out casually.

He is stupider than himself, what if he is kidnapped and sold by bad guys when he goes out?

"But I'm so bored at home alone." The man's handsome face was full of grievances, and he complained, "You go out every day and don't accompany me."

"I want to work, otherwise we will both be hungry!" Song Runqing licked the butter on the back of his hand, and said softly, "Ah Han, good boy, I'll cook for you right away."

Song Runqing got down from the man's legs, put on a washed and whitish apron, and went to the kitchen to make food for Gu Jinhan.

Gu Jinhan followed behind him every step of the way. When Song Run was clearing the hot dishes, the man hugged him from behind, stared straight into the pot, sniffed and said, "It smells so good."

"Before I left, I made it for Ahan. You have to learn how to heat up food. You can't be hungry all the time. It will damage your body."

Although Song Runqing has a little mental problem, but under the teaching of his mother before, he can take care of himself independently, unlike Gu Jinhan who just picked him up, who knows nothing except his good-looking face, and Song Runqing has to take care of him.

"I can't learn it." Gu Jinhan put his arms around him, measuring the slender waist of the person in his arms with his slender arms, and his slender chin rested on Song Runchen's thin shoulders.

He looks handsome and indifferent on the outside, but he is full of dependence on the person in his arms when he speaks: "With Qingqing, I won't starve to death."

Song Runqing seldom gets compliments from others, but he enjoyed this set very much. His cheeks were flushed, and when the man spoke, his hot breath sprayed against his ears, which made him tilt his head. The red earlobes just brushed against the man's soft Warm lips.

Although the two usually stick to each other and hug each other, they have never tried this before.

Gu Jinhan was stunned for a moment, and his voice became hoarse: "Qingqing smells good too..."

It is much more fragrant than the hard bread, soft and sweet, making people want to swallow it in one bite.

Song Runqing was very blunt and couldn't think about two things at the same time.

He concentrated on cooking for the man, only feeling itchy, he didn't notice the restlessness of the man clinging to his lower body, softly and slowly murmured: "Because I've been staying in the bakery all the time. Ahan, stop playing, dinner is about to start .”

But the man whose eyes dimmed held his hand.

Gu Jinhan forcefully threw the small rice shovel in Song Runqing's hand into the pot, but his tone was still pitiful: "Qingqing, my stomach suddenly feels very uncomfortable..."

The man took Song Runqing's soft and white hands and touched his body.

After the little fool Song Runqing realized where he touched, a pink blush appeared on his handsome fair cheeks, and his long and beautiful hands were quickly retracted as if they had been scalded, and he stammered: "No, no. .....My mother told me before that I can't touch other people's place...and let others touch myself..."

"But I'm so uncomfortable..." Gu Jinhan turned him around, hugged Song Runqing head-on, buried his handsome face in the little fool's white neck, and said softly She affectionately called Song Runqing by her nickname: "Qingqing, Qingqing, help me rub my stomach..."

The man's voice was low and deep, and the distance between the two was so close, all his warm breath was on Song Runqing's delicate skin.

Song Runqing became inexplicably shy when he called her, and her cheeks turned even redder.

He saw the man's shortness of breath, as if he was really uncomfortable, just like when his mother took care of him when he was a child, he patted the man's broad back with one hand, and reached into the small plush home clothes on Gu Jinhan's body with the other hand, and placed it softly on the man's sturdy body. On the strong abdominal muscles, rubbing his stomach for him.

But as he kneaded, the man's breathing became more rapid, the skin under his palm became hotter and hotter, his abdominal muscles tensed, as if he was enduring some unbearable pain.

Gu Jinhan let go of the hand that was originally on the little fool's slender waist, and held Song Runqing's wrist, and said in a restrained voice: "Qingqing, I feel even more uncomfortable with you like this..."

"Then what should we do?" Song Runqing also became anxious.

"Qingqing..." The man called Song Runqing's nickname again, suddenly lowered his head, and kissed the soft lips of the little fool.